Please, just help me into the shower.Please, just help me into the shower." Furry did as Kiza asked, helping her over the rim of the bathtub and into the large shower stall. Kiza sat down on the floor and curled over into a ball, crying. Furry knelt at the side of the tub, one hand on her roommate's back. She waited while the water poured over Kiza for the crying to cease. Finally, after what seemed forever, it did cease, and Furry reached for the bottle of soap and a washbrush. She dosed the brush with soap. "Kiza, can you sit up?" Kiza slowly unrolled into a sitting position, her eyes blurry and red. "Furry?" "Gotta wash this stuff off you," Furry said. "Do you think you're going to need a doctor?" Kiza shook her head. "No. They just wanted to fuck, Furry. I don't think they had the brains to really hurt me." She smiled weakly. "I hope this teaches you to not get drunk and go into Hover's." "Actually, I walked into Hover's and then got drunk." Kiza laughed. Furry looked up, surprised, then smiled to her roommate. As Furry washed the gunk, which she guessed was mostly either dried vomit or semen, out of Kiza's fur, she said, "Kiza... why?" Kiza bent her head back to look up at the ceiling. |