Chapter 139: You’re The Crazy One

The room was so quiet that Leslie and Arnold could hear each other breathing. She was still lying in his bed, gawking at his wound, and he was focused on her self-criticisms.

Leslie watched his abdominal muscles twitch every time he moved, and she drew closer to him. Then, when she was within kissing distance, like a man lapping up a woman’s menstruation, she dipped her tongue into the bloody gash in his side.

Arnold’s body instantly tightened. Every muscle of his body stiffened. The muscles on his face twitched, and Leslie could hear his teeth clench. And then he struck her, and she flew across the room, and her back smashed against his dresser. Her head cracked against the metal handle on the drawer, and when her ass hit the carpet, she made no sound.

A minute passed - meanwhile, Arnold seethed. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, and then Leslie began to whimper. It took her a few minutes to collect herself, and then she sat up as if nothing had happened. She lifted her short hair, which was incredibly sexy and seductive, and said, “You didn’t need to do that. I heard that saliva could act as a sterilizer. I just wanted to see if it was true.”

Arnold scowled and threw her papers to the ground. “Get the fuck out of here!” He roared.

Leslie got up and rushed out of the door as quickly as she could. Even though she was in pain, and he was rejecting her, she couldn’t help but smile. When she’d dipped her tongue into the slit in his side, his c*ck had come to attention and saluted her for her ministrations.

Leslie slunk back to her bedroom once the door was closed behind her and climbed back into bed. She picked up the small doll that she kept next to her pillow. There was a turtle beside it with a green shell. She’d had both of them for over twenty years, and when she’d first discovered her sexuality, she’d spent many a restless night pleasuring herself with one or the other pressed tightly against her pubic mound. Finally, she looked into the turtle’s eyes and said, “You’ve missed me, haven’t you? Admit it.” She giggled, adding, “Don’t worry, I might still have some use for you yet.”

Leslie picked up her phone, turned it on, and launched WhatsApp. Her only local friend was Crystal. She sent her a quick message - “Keep your day free tomorrow. I’ll pick you up.” - and she logged out without waiting for a reply.

When Crystal received the message, she was rendered speechless, and she thought - Leslie really only does things her way. She is so self-centered and selfish! While she was putting away her phone, Nathan walked into her room with a glass of water. “Take a painkiller,” he said. “Dysmenorrhea is a disease. All women have it, but none of you have to suffer. I’ll find a doctor for you when your period is over.”

Crystal took the painkiller with thanks. “If I have you, why do I need a doctor?” she asked.

Nathan laughed as he warmed her lower abdomen with his big hands like he had been doing every night lately. She didn’t sleep well when she was on her period, but this helped. “You are so silly,” he said. “Anyway, I am glad this helps, but there are other ways I could help. All you need to do is ask...”

Crystal had a feeling she knew what that meant. She turned to look him in the eyes and said, “Nathan! You are such a beast!”

***

In the Henry villa - It was one o’clock in the morning when Joyce woke, just in time for someone to toss her into bed. What is going on? she wondered as she flopped about. She sat up and looked around. Carlos was standing at the foot of the bed. He is the one who brought me here, she realized. "C-C-Carlos," she stammered. “Wh-What h-happened?”

Joyce didn’t see Carlos’s slap coming. It was hard, and it threw her back onto her bed. She covered her face and began to whimper. “Why did you h-h-hit me?” she whined. “Carlos F- Foster... Are you c-crazy? I d-d-didn’t d-do: anything...”

“Didn’t do anything?” he snarled. He grabbed her right hand and pried it away from her face with his left. Then he slapped her again. Her head snapped to the left, and she began to wail. And if she said anything after that, it was utterly incomprehensible.

“How dare you insinuate that I’m crazy!” Carlos roared. “You’re the crazy one! And a shameless slut to boot! Joyce Henry, I didn’t know that you were so cheap, but you showed me your true colors tonight, that’s for sure. You were like a bitch in heat. Do you even remember how many men you fucked?”

Joyce’s head was buzzing, but her fear of Carlos gradually turned to rage. “fuck you!” she roared. “How dare you say that and hit me! I am Joyce Henry, and I demand respect!” She grabbed the pillows on the bed and threw them at Carlos, but they bounced impotently off of his chest, and her energy slipped away as quickly as it had come.

Joyce slumped back into her bed. “That wasn’t me tonight,” she explained.

“Then who was it?” Carlos scoffed. “It certainly looked like you!”

Joyce looked at Carlos and said, “Crystal dr*gged me. I was dr*gged by that dirty bitch, and instead of saving me, you blamed me. And you even hit me! How could you believe that I would act that way? Don’t you know me at all? What happened tonight is all your fault. If you had intervened, none of those men would have been able to have sex with me. What am I going to do with you now?”

Carlos was in shock. His face turned white, and his heart began to beat fast. I’m dying - he thought - I am having a heart attack!