Chapter Six: Reactions and Misconceptions (Part One)
Gerald ran all the way home, never once slowing down until he ran up the stoop to his front door and slammed the door behind him. Nobody else seemed to be home yet, but Gerald was too far gone to worry at all about that fact. Indeed, the entire building could be burning down around his head and right now he would never have noticed it.
He ran upstairs to the bathroom near his room and ran straight for the medicine cabinet, where he pulled out his toothbrush, toothpaste and a large bottle of mouthwash. Gerald didnt even bother with putting any of the toothpaste on the brush as he leaned his head back and squeezed a huge glob of the mint-flavored paste into his open mouth and then used his toothbrush, scrubbing out every square inch of the inside of his mouth. Then he spit it out into the sink and took a huge mouthful of the mouthwash and gargled with it.
He repeated this process two more times, all in an effort to completely rid his mouth of the taste of that kiss.
Helga G. Patakis kiss!
The memory of that kiss came back to him and he almost gagged as he spat out the third mouthful of toothpaste and mouthwashwhich he attempted to do at the same time and only resulted in getting some of it on the front of his red shirt. Gerald looked up in the mirror and saw the pale, sickly look on his face and then realized that his heart was beating very fast from the running and from the building anxiety in his chest.
He didnt remember thinking at all while he ran away from the school, except to get away, far away from that terrible moment and to get someplace safe. Like a small child hiding under his covers to keep himself safe from the monsters in the closet, or under the bed, Gerald instinctively ran home to hide, to lock himself away in his room and close his mind to the terrible nightmare that he endured back at school.
Gerald turned on the faucet and splashed some water on his face, and then he walked to his room and fell face first sideways on his bed and rolled over on his back. His heart was still pounding hard in his chest.
As he lay there, looking up at the ceiling, his mind kept replaying over and over again the incident in the closet and especially the kiss itself. Gerald closed his eyes and put his right arm across his eyes and thought to himself, No, I dont want to think about it anymore! Unfortunately his traitorous mind continued to play back th...More Cartoon Sex Stories...