This was news to me. I knew what the condition was, and I’d even seen it happen to patients who were given volatile anesthetics, but I didn’t know Garrett had it. “Wait, isn’t it hereditary? Does Raoul have it?”
Focusing on a lump of plaster that was on his jeans, he started picking it off as he answered. “Yeah, Catalina and Mom have it, too. We’ve all got tattoos so that if there’s an accident, the doctors who treat us know about it. Well, apart from Mom. she has one of those alert bracelet things.”
That made sense. It was becoming a popular trend for people to do that when it came to medical alerts that could impact attempts to save their lives if they were sick and injured… apart from one thing. “Isn’t Raoul scared of needles?”
I knew for a fact he was, really scared of them, so him sitting through a tattoo?
Grinning at me, Garrett told me a story that almost made me pee my pants laughing, but it also gave me something to use against Raoul the next time I needed it.Eight hours later…
Was it possible for a woman to get blue balls? Fuck that asking for a friend shit, this was a legit question that I was asking for myself. It had been five days since my parents had walked in on us in my bedroom. During those five days things had advanced between us, he’d smashed up my living room, I’d made him look like he had a Smurf fetish… it was like the longest foreplay session in the history of mankind.
I was now at a new level of horny. I wanted to Netflix and Chill, Amazon Prime and sexy time, Imax and Climax… you get the gist. But I wanted it like no one had ever wanted to before in the history of all of that. And could I do it? No, because apparently the work schedules of a nurse and deputy sheriff didn’t mix, unless you were pulling pranks.
I’d gone back to work yesterday seeing as how the swelling around my eye and cheek had gone down, and aside from some bruising, I was actually doing ok. Tana had left with my parent's friends yesterday, too, so now I could relax and focus back on life – specifically Raoul and sex life.
Last night while he was at work – and with the help of Garrett, who’d signed up to help me with my pranks because he felt like he owed me – we’d brought the extra plants I’d bought when I’d gone to the garden store for sod for my garden out of my garage, and planted them around the edge of Raoul’s garden.
One of the ladies I worked with was moving into an apartment, so she’d offered me the planters from her house for my garden, too. We’d spent an hour placing them around his house, including in front of his door, making sure to shove as many of the glittery animals on sticks that I’d bought in them to piss him off after Garrett told me how much they both hated glitter. I’d thought for sure Raoul would lose his shit when he pulled in this morning, instead he’d smiled at them and walked into his house like nothing was wrong. Hell, Ranger hadn’t even peed on my garden since I’d noticed he pissed acid… it was like living in an alternate universe.
Which brought me to now – heading over to see my brother, while stealing covert glances at his house. Admittedly, it looked awesome with some color in the garden and actual plants around it instead of just the fake grass, but still. I was getting antsy, my vagina was turning blue, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
I’d never been a ‘girly’ type of girl, the one that who’d sat at her desk drawing hearts with a guy’s name in them when I was in high school. I didn’t need a guy in my life, I was perfectly happy just living it and seeing what happened, but he was different. I’d had two serious relationships in my life, many failed dates, and a lot of pecker pics on Facebook – that was the extent of it. Granted, one of those relationships had lasted for fourteen months, but still.
As I drove up to my brother’s house, I noticed a familiar car parked in front and pulled in behind it. Why was Raoul here? In fact, why were there so many cars here?
Getting out, I walked up the drive, pairing up cars with owners, until I got to the front door. Just as I raised my hand to knock on it, the man who’d been driving me crazy opened it.
Flashing me a huge smile, he looked me up and down. “Hey, baby. You look beautiful.”