But this girl, helpless in her bed, her throat pulsing with blood, had only one thought of them, that they were lovely. I should’ve just rolled over, tucked in the blankies, and gone back to sleep, especially since it’s Sunday and the shop’s closed. Sex video Or…Carmilla?”
“I’m calling myself Marcilla these days. To be like me isn’t something I would wish on anyone. That’s fine, I said, I don’t want to stay either. Last night Marcilla and I did it. I don’t know. “They’re beautiful, Enid,” I tell you, my hands tracing down their slopes to your nipples, hard and proud in the middle of your large pink areolae, so different from my own modest brown ones. I want to see you, too.”
I’m more than glad to oblige. Never leave me.
