”“I’ve said all I’m gonna say about it.” He said.“Would you turn around so I can get out of the tub?”Matthew didn’t move.Marcy sighed ...nd stood. She grabbed a towel and stepped out of the tub. “Take your bath and be sure to dump the water outside before you go to bed.”Marcy was in her room brushing her hair. Her name rang as a deep groan through the small farmhouse. She blushed scarlet red as her nipples popped. She hung her head in shame as she felt the wetness between her legs. “What am I. But how? Maybe I was the key. They both loved me, could I be the bridge between the two?"What did Mary say to you?" I asked her. That's not what you were supposed to say. Tell her how you feel. But fear stayed my tongue. I could live the rest of my life with the memory of our brief fling. But only if I believed that Leah actually loved me. If she didn't ... I did not want to think about that.Leah swallowed. "She asked me if I..." Leah breathed deeply. "If I loved you." Do you?" I blurted out. I don't know why she was acting like a nurse. A little blood wasn't going to kill me.Erika left the room for a while and came back with bandaids and a bottle filled with some green liquid."What's that green stuff for?" I asked."It's to kill the bacteria."She held the bottle over my wound and sent about five drops down. It was so damn painful my eyes watered slightly. I remained silent though, and in a matter of seconds the pain eased. With her pillow she dried my wound. I enjoyed the feeling of. I calmed a little when I reached the club, after all I had business to handle. I made my vengeance towards her my top priority. When I got inside I could tell that the cleaners have been here. The blood red carpet was spotless. I always loved to come in when the club was just cleaned. I went to the bar, sat down, and made myself a drink. I felt so fucking stressed, I couldn’t help but think about our intense exchange of body fluids. I mean we didn’t use condoms, what if I got her pregnant? I.