3 Bitches, 1 Crazy, & A Big Fat Cock

"Why is his head wet?" said Doris.

"I just peed on his head."

"Get some air in here," said Doris, "The place stinks."

And with that, the door slammed shut.

Long story short, she untied me. I didn't say a word. I showered, and then began to pack. That was when I saw a pill bottle on the shelf under the bathroom mirror.

"Are these yours,"

"Oh Jesus, yeah, those are my meds. I couldn't find them. I've been off my meds for two days."

I didn't want to ask, but the word tumbled out,

"What are they for?"

"Don't you know, I'm bipolar. I can get really crazy when I'm off my meds."

"That's an understatement if ever, let's hit the road, Miss Hyde."

"Who?"

"You never hear of the story, "Doctor Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde?"

"I think I once saw a Bugs Bunny cartoon of that?"

"Yeah, I think everyone has seen that one. Ok, let's go, Miss Hyde."

We left for home. Although my ass was very sore for the ninety or so minutes it took, the traffic wasn't too bad.

We didn't talk much on the way back. In a way the events of the weekend destroyed Valentine's Day for me. I don't know if I can ever think of that day without remembering all the Romula did to me. After taking her meds she seemed to morph into the girl I'd fallen so deeply in love with just two days ago.

What will become of our relationship? Honestly, I don't know. But I do feel like I need a break, at least for a short while. The sad thing is, I was just getting used to being fucked. NOT.