Some of the things, like the dreams, I couldn’t find the words to express, so I said I hadn’t been sleeping well. “No, what?”
“Well, the first thing, we’ll go sit in my car.” She held up a hand before I could begin objecting. She went behind me, and then I felt a trickle of liquid down my spine. “That’s so the oils don’t get on the sheets while I’m rubbing you down.”
I stared at her. There’s so much blood…but I think she’s still alive.” I remember that voice very well. Sometimes, on a Mila-less night when I’m lonely and want sex with another person, not my vibrator or shower head, I consider calling her and inviting her over, and see where things go from there. “I haven’t exactly felt much incentive to remember to.”
Mila’s eyes were dark with concern. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Mila grinned. Get on that bed and lie on your tummy.”
I did, with a pillow under my face. “Poor Juliana, your muscles are so stiff. Mila’s strong hands then came down on my shoulders
