Did You Miss My Deepthroat?

“I took a fortnight off work to check up on you,” she said. It was a stretch that wound along the side of a hill, with a steep slope up on the left and an equally sharp drop on the right, both sides heavily forested with pine trees. It made me feel cherished, after a long, long time. Virtually self-confined to my flat, I lost every shred of confidence in myself. “Hello, Ms L_____,” she said. “The term is ‘vulva’. “I’ll get some wine, we’ll find some sexy movies like we used to back in college, and we’re set.”

“We aren’t back in college now, Mila.”

“All the more reason to do it, then.”

The wine she got was red; I knew she preferred white, but she knew that I detest white wine, and she got red because she wanted to please me. There’s so much blood…but I think she’s still alive.” I remember that voice very well.