“I thought so. Virtually self-confined to my flat, I lost every shred of confidence in myself. It had been days since I’d last even been down to the street, and my heart began racing as soon as I saw the cars rushing by. “I love you, Juliana,” she said. Finally, when Mila’s finger disappeared inside her vagina, I felt hot enough to take off the T-shirt. She never tried to be artificially cheery with me. “At that?”
“Not that,” Mila said, her lips curling in a smile of amusement as her free hand circled her nipples. My employer’s insurance paid the bills. Since then these dreams have become so frequent that I have cut my fingernails to the quick and taken to sleeping in T shirts with sleeves long enough to protect my upper arms.
