“Amanda! “What happened?”
“Bad day at work,” I muttered. The sky was covered in clouds so low and thick that it was nearly dark although by the clock it was only mid-afternoon. It made me tear up slightly. “No.”
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Late that afternoon Mila asked me to get dressed. I don’t recall pain except in my right upper forehead. “Not at that.”
“I can’t get aroused,” I protested. Even the thought of sitting in a car again made my heart race and my lips grow numb. Recovery is a work in progress, and has been less than complete. Some of the things, like the dreams, I couldn’t find the words to express, so I said I hadn’t been sleeping well. I had at first had on a T-shirt and shorts, but when Mila, watching some simulated sex on the screen, spread her legs and began rubbing her clitoris with the tip of her forefinger, I began to feel suddenly rather warm. Mila had gone out earlier, and she returned just then carrying a bag.
