A little.

Groaning, Gaz put her head in her hands. "Fuck, I was hoping that was a dream..." she hissed. I shook my head to further dismiss that idea. "I swear, I...I don't know what came over me. I should have wanted to slug you in the face, not...not..." she trailed off, poking her pancakes with her fork. Suddenly I had to hold back laughter as I realized the shortstack was eating a shortstack. "I mean, you just yanked your pants down and let your fat cock dangle out and..." Her face turned red and she licked her lips. I assumed it was only partially due to nerves. "What I mean is, that's the normal reaction, right? Guy exposes himself, girl slaps seven shades of shit out of him..."

"I'm rather glad you didn't slap seven shades of shit out of me, to be honest," I said with a weak laugh. "Look, Gaz, I don't know what brought that on, but I was only trying to help you. You were in a lot of pain, I could see it on your face." Shoving pancakes into her mouth, Gaz nodded in response. Table manners obviously weren't her biggest priority right now. Oh well, I knew what I was getting into when I ordered this type of Gaz.

Swallowing with an audible gulp, Gaz licked her lips and tried to reach her tongue down her chin to get any dripping syrup before speaking. "Yeah...yeah, I was in a lot of pain," she admitted, sounding like she hadn't considered that I would care about that. "...still...that's...not usually a cure for stomach aches, is it?" It sounded like an actual question.

"No...to the best of my knowledge, that wouldn't cure a stomach ache. ...is your stomach better, by the way?" Gaz nodded vigorously. "God, yes. I thought it would never stop." Shoveling in the last of her pancakes, Gaz wiped her mouth with a napkin. Well, at least she had enough manners to do that instead of her sleeve. "...so...thank you...I think? I mean...god, this is fucked up..." She shook her head again.

Smiling softly, I stood up and picked up her plate with one hand, the other gently ruffling her purple locks. She blushed and mumbled something that sounded like "quit it". Despite saying that, however, she didn't seem to be upset with me doing it. "I was happy to help, Gaz," I replied. I decided not to add that part of the reason I was happy to help was because she had given me the blowing of a lifetime. It sort of went without saying anyway.

I washed up her plate and utensils, then turned back to her. Her expression was...anxious. "I...uh...wha..." she began, fumbling with her words. She took a deep breath. "Can I stay here?" The question was quick, almost to the point of being unintelligible. It actually took me a second to figure out what she had said. Seeing my expression (and probably misunderstanding the source of my confusion), she held up her hands. "J...just until I get this figured out. You know, find out why I...and why I needed to..." Her inability to say exactly WHAT she did and WHAT she needed was adorable.

Still...it was sort of a reasonable question...not to mention she was supposed to stay with me anyway. "Yeah...yeah, okay," I replied, feigning a period of consideration. "I mean, if the urge ever came back, it would be best if you didn't have to do anything...drastic out in public." Her cheeks turned pink again, but I could see her lips turn up in a relieved smile...with a bit of excitement in there as well.

"Great...I'll...uh...need to grab some stuff from my place, then I'll come right back," she stated. I offered to go with her, but she shook her head. "No, I...I...don't want to be...tempted, you know?" Wow, her face was like a tomato at this point.

"Fair enough. You going to be able to carry everything by yourself?" I asked. "...I'm a LOT stronger than I look," she replied. With that, she was soon gone. I figured I wasn't supposed to accompany her anyway. It was unlikely she actually HAD a place...so whatever she was going to pick up, it wasn't going to be from a house or something. Since that would ruin the 'illusion', so to speak, she would be programmed to try and refuse my offer. I was eager for when she came back. I wondered how long it would be before she would need another...fix. And if the problem would be due to hunger this time.