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my arm and forgot to lock the door behind her. She bandaged me up in the
bathroom and said she had some sweats that I could borrow. As you can see, I
didn’t get to change. Somehow that dog got into the apartment and she had been
in her room changing. She opened the door and it charged in. I heard her scream
and came running in. I fought with the dog and that’s why I didn’t hear you
yelling in the hallway. The rest you pretty much know.”
    Wow, did he just make that up as he went? He must be used to thinking
fast on his feet.
    “Is that true Sara?”
    I looked up without a second thought, “Well, it’s not like I bring guys
up here all the time for make out sessions. What do you think? You know I don’t
have a boyfriend, and, no, Shaun doesn’t count.” Did I just announce all of
that in front of Damian?
    “What did you say your name was young man?”
    “My name is Damian Lykaios, and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance
Ms. Thielman.” He really seemed like he was too.
    “Well why don’t you let me take a look at those cuts while Sara finishes
dressing? You can change in the bathroom after I look you over.”

Chapter Eight
    They walked out to the bathroom before I could say anything else. At
least she hadn’t walked in while we were having our make out session. I took my
night shirt back off and put on a dry bra. I changed the rest of my clothes and
found a t-shirt that wasn’t to girly but showed a little bit more of my
shoulders and neck. I put on dry socks and shoes and heard Damian in the
bathroom acting like a big baby.
    “Ouch. That really burns.” He didn’t complain when I was cleaning him
up so I was really hoping she wasn’t cleaning him up with alcohol.I went to
Aunt Lynn’s room and used her little half bath. I washed my face and brushed my
hair. I pulled it back up into a pony so that she didn’t get to suspicious. I
hurried out to the living room and took up residence on the couch. Aunt Lynn
must have finished with all of his cuts and bruises because she went to the
kitchen and grabbed a couple diet sodas. She brought them back to the living
room and sat them on the coffee table. She went to her room and grabbed a pair
of men’s socks from her drawer and brought them out to the living room also.
She put them on the arm of the couch and sat down in the chair across from me.
She hadn’t looked at me until now.

“Well, you won’t wear regular clothes for me, but a boy saves your life
twice in one day and you immediately change your style.”
    What? Shoot, “No, all of my black clothes are in the laundry. I would
have had them done by now if it weren’t for me having to be rescued.”
    “Oh, here comes the man of the hour now. Damian, I brought you out some
dry socks. Please, sit down for a while and we can talk. Sara, why don’t you
take his clothes and shoes and throw them in the dryer?”
    I knew that was more of a ‘don’t push your luck, I am only asking to
make it seem nice’ question. “Ok, do you need anything while I’m up?” I get up
and grab the pile from Damian’s arms. He tries to tug them back like he is
embarrassed, but I just keep a hold of them as I turn. He was either going to
let go, or go with me. I could deal with either.
    “You really don’t have to.”
    My aunt gestures for him to sit on the couch, “Oh, nonsense. What kind
of host would I be if I didn’t dry your wet clothes?” My aunt was giving me the
opportunity to do something that I would have never dreamed of doing before. I
checked his pockets and made sure they were empty. Now anyone who has done
their own laundry as long as I have, would know that you have to make sure that
the underwear are not left in the pants or they don’t get dry. So he’s a boxer
man. Never would have guessed that. Prime blackmail doesn’t come cheap. I would
definitely save that information for a rainy day. I put his clothes in the
dryer and grabbed the hair dryer off the shelf. I might as well put this