I Fell And Cut Myself

And this man picked me up. He worked on 17 and he helped me to the bathroom, he actually took me into the ladies room and shooed other women out, and he cleaned and dressed my wound with his handkerchief before taking me to an urgent care to have the wound sown up.

Every day he came down to check on my wound. He examined it to make sure it wasn't infected. He bought me lunch and we became friends, and then friends with benefits. For some reason I didn't feel it was a bad thing to have sex with him. I am usually very reserved about that. Over time we started going out to places, and on Holidays we spent time at each other's family gatherings.

My parents weren't excited (we are Jewish), and his family was against it (they are Iranian). A man like him should have a woman from his people, he told me. And if it were to come about that I would marry him I would have to adopt his ways and be a woman amongst the other women. We remained friends with benefits, enjoying our time together. My wound healed and all that is left is scar.

Now to bring the story into focus, I can't see the scar, other than with a mirror. The cut was high up on the back of my leg, close the fold of my butt cheek with my leg. And as he took care of it, as he cleaned it, and dressed it I had to bend over and he got to see my butt, and my other thing which he told me looked more like a squirrels tail than anything else.

He likes to eat squirrel I guess.