I was driving at no more that 30 mph, when a little girl crossed the street, running after her ball. She smiled nervously and started stomping on the spot like a gull. Porn sex “When I stick my tongue out, you give me a cracker, OK?”
“OK.”
She propped her elbows on the table and cast a scornful glance at her immobilized arms. “Positive, positive, but I need to go to the toilet. I’m so… worn out.” “Hey, stop crying, Galia. Does he know you have been in an accident?” I asked, trying to change the subject. I shifted nervously in my chair. I tried many things. “Thank you. I reached out and carefully tucked it behind her ear. I was about to pour her a glass of water but she just bent over, sip from the tap and gargled to rinse her mouth. I followed her. After that we got back into the kitchen. “Are you on painkillers?” “Yes. “It hurts?”
“What?” She flinched and looked at me with uncomprehending eyes. “Let your fingers do it instead of mine!” “Yes, madam.”
I took a moment to concentrate and got down to work, yearning to please her.
