The watered down conversation again. Really? Hadn't they had this talk already? Oh that's right- they hadn't finished because the brute had gotten up in Zeth's grill with I Love You kisses and Zeth had redressed, kicked him out, and hurried to his date with Alicia. He had been surprised not to find the man still lingering when they had gotten home. But you know how it goes when you're expecting one thing.
Alicia had been most pissed about that particular delay. Zeth, of course, had never mentioned the man on man action (can we say GROSS?) and had explained away the gent's presence as one of his many business associates. I mean, they had worked together once, right?
And now that they were face to face again, Zeth looked over the male. He could see the torn fabric that looked like stab marks. The cloth around them had been dyed a light pink color. Zeth, of course, knew better than to think his sons played with blades.
Up the torso and to the face, Zeth studied. The guys nose was bleeding relentlessly. Zeth indicated that he should be followed and led the way to the master bathroom. As he opened the medicine cabinet over the sink to fetch some girlie things, he looked at the male's reflection. Déjà vu. He then turned back and handed the tampons to the bloody sap. "Shove these up your noise. If you bleed on my white carpet I'm going to be PISSED."
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