Date with Kate

"Alright, babe. Chill, okay?" She said, trying to calm me down, feeling like a bull ready to charge again. But to me, she's an angel, and her words mean the world to me. So, I gave her one last kiss on the lips.

"---smack...," as our lips parted.

"Are you good?"

"Yeah, I'm good...", Kate said, her eyes now bright and alive. Her deep, brown eyes seemed to pull me in.

"Can you stand up?"

"Help me up."

"Okay," I slid her out from under the stairs so she wouldn't bump her head when standing. I hugged her around the waist and lifted her up. She stretched and yawned, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her chest again, so I gave them one more playful squeeze. She let me, enjoying my last grope.

"Enough. Save it for next time. My boobs might sag from all your squeezing!"

"No way! They're still perky!"

"Grab my bra, t-shirt, and panties," she said. I got her bra first, which was just on the mattress. Next, I handed her the t-shirt I laid on the long chair in the living room. She had her bra on by the time I returned. Lastly, I grabbed her panties from the mattress and the pad I placed on the stairs.

"Here, babe... Are you gonna put on the pad after you wash?"

"No, don't feel like washing. Just put the pad in the panties."

"How do you do it?"

"You stick it on, like tape." I had no clue, so I let Kate do it. Turns out, you peel off a strip like a band-aid and stick it on the panties.

"Babe..." she handed me her panties and asked me to help her put them on because bending over was tough. So, she lifted her right leg to slide it through, then the left. I slowly pulled her panties up. As I pulled her denim skirt up, I got one last look at her bloodied kitty. Poor thing. Once the panties were up to her hips, she adjusted them herself.

Then I grabbed two packs of mefenamic acid.

"Here, mefenamic acid for the pain. Are you hungry?"

"Still full..."

"Alright, you can take one pill. Make sure you have some food in your stomach, so it doesn't get upset." I handed her the pill, and she took one. I fetched a pitcher and a glass from the kitchen, poured her some cold water, and helped her wash down the pill. Then I put the pitcher and glass back in the kitchen. Kate just stood there, moving slowly.

"I'll clean up our bed. Look, here's your blood."

"Gross! Ew!" Kate left a saucer-sized bloodstain on the bedsheet. I took it to the dirty kitchen and put it in a basin with the pillowcases and blanket. I soaked them in water with detergent and bleach; I'll scrub them later when I get home.

I removed the mattress and put it back in my brother's room. The blood had soaked through, but it wasn't too noticeable since the cover was dark. I laid it stain-side down. I had no idea how to clean it.

I put the teacher's table back under the stairs. It took about fifteen minutes to tidy up the house.

"How are you, babe? Try walking."

"Yeah, I'm okay now. Feels like something's scraping inside, but no pain."

"I'm really sorry, babe."

"It's fine! What's done is done. It was fun anyway."

"Take the mefenamic acid. Half a pill every four hours. Stop once the pain's manageable. And eat something, so your stomach doesn't hurt. Got it?"

"Yeah, sure. You're really good at this. Where'd you learn?"

"When I got beat up in the province. After a month in the hospital, I took it while healing my small wounds."

"Why, what happened?"

"Long story, babe... I'll tell you next time I visit."

"Okay. But we have morning shifts and finish at noon?"

I didn't get it at first, then remembered Jeric.

"I'll drop you off and pick you up. I'm enrolling in college in October, so I'll be here. Might as well keep Jeric away from you. And my brother too, of course."

"Really, you'll do that?"

"Of course! I'll take you home after we go to Divi so I can meet your mom."

"Wow! Come here!" she hugged me tightly, making me feel all warm and fuzzy.

"So, babe... Ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's roll."