Problem Solved Bloody T-shirt Novels & Stories

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

He put his finger to his face and then stared at the blood, incredulous that something so warm and dark could be pouring out of him. Camilla approached from behind with a box of tissues in her hand. “At least he didn’t combust,” she said, plucking one of the tissues from the box and handing it to Bobby, who promptly tucked it up his nostril. We waited a few minutes while he collected himself, and the whole time I couldn’t stop staring at the bloodstains on his white Bowie shirt. He loved that shirt. Now it was ruined. Johnny was the one who started the fight. Bobby called for a timeout to go clean himself up and to get some fresh air, but Johnny wasn’t too happy about that.

Some of them had clean shirts and trousers which he could use for himself. Darren rushed towards one of the guys who had only his head chopped off. His shirt has a bit of blood splattered on it but it wasn't too obvious. However, he was baffled when he realized that there was no way to put off the T-shirt without staining them with the blood that still flowed from his headless neck. He looked around again and soon he found another who had on a jacket. Darren quickly moved towards him and took off the jacket to put it on. Kyley looked at this with a small frown but looked away when something came to her mind. She looked around the place to find the bag of dress which Darren had bought for her

“I don’t either, but do you have any better ideas? We can’t let the Blue Moon pack be taken over this way. It isn’t right. They are hiring rogues to attack an allied pack. That is a bigger werewolf crime than almost any out there.” Long silence. “I don’t have any better ideas.” “Ok, then.” “Here’s that t-shirt,” Danny said, handing it to me. I smiled sexily at Danny and headed into the bathroom, along with my purse and phone. “Thank you. I will be right back.”

I was almost expecting it. "Damn it, Turo! You're just slowing me down." I ripped another section of my shirt off. Wrapped the slim ribbon of cotton over the burning wound on the outer edge of my thigh. "Do you at least have a needle and thread?" He smiled widely this time. "I've got one better for you." He pulled his phone out. Hit a couple buttons. "I need a patch job."

Is it often passerbys would come in lacking foot coverage? “No shirt. No service.” She nodded at the back wall where there was a handful of shirts hanging on a rusted old Z rack. He found one men’s large it was the only one that wasn’t pink. The shirt was black and had the shape of North Carolina on it and it read Come on and Raise up. Well then. This is it I guess. He turned to the clerk grinned and put the shirt on. It was a tad snug on his biceps and he felt ridiculous. He looked in the reflection of the drink cooler and he looked like something from a wrestling poster.

It wasn't a bad look, just different. I was no seamstress, but I did a good job fixing the tear on my uniform T-shirt. I washed it last night so it would be ready for today. It was a red wine color and with big white letters on the back saying "Shop with M". It was a small store in a small village so that was enough. The rest of my outfit was up to me and it was no problem for my boss if I wore sexy jean shorts and sneakers.

Feeling helpless and overwhelmed with guilt for ruining his clothes, I stood there at a loss for what to do next. With no other option in sight, I reluctantly began to unbutton my crisp blue shirt, revealing my bra and a glimpse of my cleavage. It was my only option since my hands couldn't wipe the stain away. Glancing at my reflection in the nearby glass, I noticed the flush of embarrassment coloring my cheeks. It was undeniably an awkward moment. As I continued to rub at the stubborn stain, I noticed it gradually fading away, thanks to the fabric of my shirt. Just as I reached towards his thigh to rub the remaining spot, he suddenly gripped my hand, his gaze filled with an intensity that s

Slowly he took off his shirt which was starting to spot a little red stain right at the shoulder. Immediately the shirt went off, my face must have paled. Because it wasn't him that attacked me last night. His own gunshot wound was from the time I shot him mistakenly. It wasn't a new wound. Fuck! It was only bleeding because my foot had applied pressure on what was on its way to healing. “I'll just get this checked out, boss, then we can continue later. It might get really ugly and make my arm defective in the near future if I don't treat it now”