Hard To Explain
Chapter 7 - Says We´re All The Same
Turning, I stumbled out of the bed, in search of a trashcan, preferably a toilet. Understanding flooded Sarie, as she led me towards the restroom, holding my hair back as the tequila burned its way through my throat once again. “Oomph,” I let myself fall onto the cold white tiles. A stand of hair lay across my face, and in that strand there was a chunk of my lunch. At the smell of that, I began gagging. Suddenly, I felt a pair of delicate arms lift me up. My hair was moved out of my face, as Sarie began unbuttoning my shirt, I cringed at the cold air against my bare skin. Then, my pants, she struggled to keep me balanced and remove my pants, so she sat me down and removed them easily. She signaled at my undergarments, I removed them struggling with the back of my bra, finally just lifting it over my head, and removing my underwear, cautious of not tipping over. Sarie brought me over to the bath tub, and turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up, and signaling for me to get in.
