More Than a Kiss

Going Home

“I think you need several stitches,” Petronella said, pulling the sanitary napkin away from Jordan’s head. Blood leaked out. She quickly replaced the old napkin with a fresh one. “Yes, definitely stitches.”

“I have to see Amy. She can fix me up,” Jordan slurred.

Irma said, “I have a plane waiting for us. It will take us back to Portland. From there I have a limo waiting. It will get us to the hospital where Amy works.”

“Yippee!” Jordan yelled, jumping to her feet. The sudden movement made her woozy. “Oh my,” she said. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she flopped onto the bed, unconscious.

Irma grabbed Jordan and threw her over her shoulder. She turned to Petronella. “You will be okay? You will follow us in car?”

Petronella nodded. “I will be back in your arms in no time.”

Irma grinned slyly. “Irma loves Petronella.”

“And Petronella loves Irma,” Petronella said. She grabbed Irma and kissed her passionately.

Jordan’s eyes opened. From over Irma’s shoulder she said, “Do you two mind? I’m bleeding up here.”