“I’m going to make lunch for you, Juliana.”
So she made me two egg and bacon sandwiches and sat watching me eat. Then she got up and walked over. I didn’t know you out of your uniform.”
She grinned. “The term is ‘vulva’. “Aaaah!” I tried to push my back into the mattress to move my skin away from her nipples. “What happened?”
“Bad day at work,” I muttered. All I remember seeing is the road vanish from in front of me, reappear to my left, and then disappear altogether as my car swung even further round, tree branches whipping against my windscreen as I went off the road and down the steep slope. “Aren’t I touching you?”
“Not like that, you witch!” (The real word I used was not exactly witch.) “You know what I mean!”
She laughed again, the mischievous glint still in her eyes, and moved between my legs.
