Go to Elizabeth's place

You check the time on your burner phone and decide you have time to clean up at Elizabeth's. Besides... you like Elizabeth. Admittedly, thinking with your dick has gotten you into trouble but it's also allowed you to make more progress with women than you ever did before. You'll go with what's working.

Elizabeth disappears inside the library for a couple of minutes, then comes out with her purse and sneakers.

She leads you to her apartment and shows you in.

It's certainly a girly place with frilly curtains on the windows, a tiny couch with spindly legs, plates hanging from the walls, and bookcases stuffed with books everywhere. Given Elizabeth's short spiky hair, you'd expected something a little more out there but this looks right for her... especially the books.

She drags you into her bathroom and orders you to strip down. When you stop with your jeans still on, she growls, "keep stripping."

Well, this is hopeful.

"You can stop there," she says when you hook a thumb in your boxers.

"Right."

After carting your clothes off and dumping them in her washing machine, she returns. "Sit on the toilet seat and let's see what we have." She sets to work dabbing you with ****, washing injuries you hadn't even noticed. Then she turns to your face.

"You really should get stitches."

"Yeah, not happening." With all of the reporting requirements hospitals have, going to an emergency room is just asking for someone to finish the job.

"Fine. I'll do what I can." She bends over your face, her eyes only inches from yours.

Damn, she's cute as hell.

You inhale and breath in her scent. She smells clean, with hints of woman-scent underlying the more acidic odor of **** and soap.

"What? Is my breath bad."

"Uh, no. Actually you smell... nice."

It's weak but saying you're picking up what you hope is the scent of pussy would surely be self-defeating.

"Well, at least that means your nose is working. Considering all the blood on it, I wouldn't have been surprised if it was broken and you'd lost all sense of smell."

"Nope. I can smell you fine."

She blushes. "Whatever. Now hold still. This will hurt."

You hadn't been moving but you try to get even stiller.

Yeah, it hurts like hell when she rubs **** over the scrapes on your face.

Then she puts her face back in front of yours, looking at you from only inches away.

Damn, that's tempting.