Daughter’s Girlfriend Pov

“Poor Juliana, your muscles are so stiff. “I love you, Juliana,” she said. “I’ll hold you,” she said, kissing my forehead. They were quite cheerful about it, really, and kept telling me – something I was already heartily sick of – that I was so lucky to have survived. I didn’t know you out of your uniform.”

She grinned. But do you really think I would stand for it if I had one and he or she told me not to spend time helping one of my oldest and dearest friends?” She kissed my forehead, right above the scar. “Now you know why I started wearing this instead of sleeping in the nude.”

“What was the dream about? “I can’t even get into a car. The only thing that kept me going at times was the memories of the past, the love affairs I’d had. I felt myself instinctively tense up again, but there was no pain, not even discomfort.