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"Yes, I do," I protest, looking at my hair and face. I grab my comb and start trying to comb my hair with my good hand, wincing as I get the snarls out.
 
"Yes?" I ask, catching the hair band and pulling my hair up into a really messy ponytail and I make a face.
 
I blush furiously and look at you before ducking into my sweater. I try to straighten my hair out and I get it into a better looking ponytail and I sigh. "Um. . . People?" I ask.
 
"Eh," I say dismissively. "They'll be enamored by the cute girl with the shredded hand and the nice thighs. Nobody will notice your hair." I smile.
 
I blush and giggle. "If you say so," I say. I walk out and start trying to put my pants on but end up falling on the bed. "Do you think I could go to dinner and the bar pantsless?" I ask.
 
"If I get to eat what I want to and we just did that here," I grin and begin helping you. "But otherwise probably not."
 
I pout playfully and sigh. "Alright. . ." I say, standing up as you finish putting my pants on. "Thanks, baby."
 
"You're welcome sweetheart," I say before kissing you gently. As you turn to grab your purse I swat your cute, tight ass hard enough to sting a lot, horny and unable to resist myself.
 
I squeal as I feel your hand. "Baby!" I admonish playfully, grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder. I gesture toward the sling. "Hand that over before I hurt myself," I say.
 
I hand you the sling and watch you get it tangled around your head and shoulder, tearing up before I help you. "Baby, stop crying," I say. "This is only for a little while until you get your soft cast on and can use your fingers. You're going to be fine."
 
"I hate feeling so helpless, though!" I say as you help me, some tears escaping. "That pain hurts more than the physical pain, baby. . . and it seems so far away. . . ."
 
I kiss your head again. "Just let me help you," I say. "You don't need to do anything else, okay?" I give you an easy smile.
 
I nod and smile a little bit. "I'll try, okay? I can't make any promises," I tell you. I put my coat on, but don't bother putting my bad hand through. "Ready?" I ask.
 
I giggle. "Yes," I admit. "Plus, the food is fantastic." I give you a grin. "Have you ever been to Chipotle?"
 
"Yes, sweetie," I say. I was craving a burrito, and Chiptole allows you to customize them. "Thanks, baby."
 
"Did you seriously think you would finish a double meat burrito baby?" I ask you an hour later. "I mean, you gave it an excellent effort, but wow." I sip my drink.
 
"YES!" I say, still attacking my burrito. "Although I did ask for extra guac. . ." I giggle. "I got through two thirds of it, you should be proud of me!!"
 
"I'll drink some ginger ale and mingle. . . and stop reminding me that I'm on a no alcohol ban. . ." I groan. "I'm POSITIVELY craving some Jaeger."
 
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