The sensation was so strong that I almost convulsed. I felt myself instinctively tense up again, but there was no pain, not even discomfort. “No, I’m not all right. “Oh, don’t I know.” Her hands found mine, our fingers twining. There’s so much blood…but I think she’s still alive.” I remember that voice very well. You always have one.”
She snorted. Could I have your phone number?”
Somewhat surprised, I gave it to her. “Come in, of course. “I’m with you, remember?” She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it gently. “One of these days you will, and then you’ll want to have your vagina nice and hairless.”
“It’s vulva,” I informed her for the nth time. “Now, I’m hot and sticky. I’ll save you from your dreams.”
That night she held me until I fell asleep.
