Thank You

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A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated as often as I said I would, I'm having shoulder issues from when I fell several months ago now. I get the weird burning in my shoulder when I'm leaning over my laptop or lifting things that are too heavy, the laptop thing is really getting to me and I seriously miss Sims DX
     Noen the less I've finally managed to get a chapter for you guys, I hope you like it :)

Kirstie awakes with a start, half her glasses on her forehead, she'd fallen asleep, but she hadn't meant to. She has to adjust her frames to find her book; it's fallen on the floor, there's a banging at the door, only one of her dogs is in the room, and it's not the trouble maker, so that's a concern. Wait, there's a banging on the door! Then she hears it, his voice, his unmistakable voice, calling for her. This is the moment of truth, how far has he come? How well is he doing? Did he really mean it when he said he wanted to get better? She almost doesn't want to open the door because then she'll know, and she doesn't want to know if it's bad news.
     So she takes her time. Kirstin slowly gets up off her bed, taking her time to stretch off her nap and pull on her slippers, even re-tie her bun on the walk to the door. She looks through the peephole, yep, that's Avi, he hasn't got his leather jacket he left with but it sure is him.
     Opening the door her eyebrow shoots up as she smells it, it almost burns her nose. The smell must be stuck in his clothes, at least he looks lucid enough.
     "Where's your jacket?" Is the question she chooses to ask, not why he smells of weed and cheap perfume.
     Avi looks down, holding his arms out he examines them, "Oh I guess I forgot it," he laughs.
     "Are you going to come in?" Kirstie asks through the disappointment that threatens to consume her.
     "That would be pretty good, since it's pretty cold," he snickers, "Because I forgot my jacket!"
     "Yep, very funny," she shuts the door behind him, her voice lacking all humour. She watches him sit down, well flop down, giddy-like and pull his boots off.
     He reaches for his shoulder, holding it. "I should not have let her give me a massage, my shoulder really fucking hurts," he half laughs, trying to rub it himself.
      Kirstie watches him carefully, her lips pursed. "Aww, I'll help you out," she gives him a sickly smile and steps up behind him on the couch. She leans over the back to grab his shoulders.
      None the wiser, Avi leans into her touch until she tightens her grip. "Ow!" He instantly complains.
      "Oh, does that hurt, I'm sorry, let me try this," she jabs him in the back with one hand while keeping him in place with the other.
     "Yes! That really fucking hurts!" He continues trying to shrink away from her. But she keeps "massaging" him and not letting him get away. Avi starts shrinking down so far that she has to follow him over the back of the couch.
     "Kirstie stop!" He whines.
     "No."
      "Please!"
      "No!" She stays firm and massages him a little harder; getting a high pitched noise from him she'd have never thought capable from this man's mouth. And still she keeps going, "Why do you smell like this?"
     "Like what?" He almost cries.
     "Like cheap perfume and weed! Who's the she that massaged you?" She asks forcefully. Avi is now on the floor, Kirstie isn't far behind.
      "I don't know, ow! Kirstie please!" He pleads.
      "You give me straight answers or I don't let go!"
      "I can't concentrate!" He cries out.
      "Then you better fucking talk!" This is as loud as she dares go, she doesn't want the neighbours to think something weird is happening here, just your average 5 foot 3 girl interrogating a sex-addict who has probably just done something very stupid. Innocent until proven guilty, even if Kirstie is 99% sure he's guilty. "You don't need to concentrate to tell me the truth!"
     "I didn't do anything wrong!"
     "You're high Avi, I can fucking smell it on you! Not to mention you're acting like a weirdo!"
     "At least I'm not acting like a crazy woman!" He manages to pant out through his pain. Kirstie's just plain pinning him to the ground now, sitting on him, the palms of her hands digging further and further into his shoulder blades. "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!"
     "What happened?"
      "I went out."
      "Where?"
     "I don't know!"
     "Do you legitimately not remember where you went?" Only slightly softer because she might be starting to get facts.
     "Yes," he speaks in a whine, as you would when you're unable to escape pain.
     "Where'd you get the weed?"
     "From the girl who gave me a massage!"
     "That you had sex with too!" She gets mad again, bringing his arm across his back, tightly, earning yet another yelp.
     "I didn't have sex with anybody! I almost did but then I didn't because I'm not supposed to!" He screams out.
     And that's when Kirstie releases him, but more out of shock, not because she's finished with him. She stays seated on his lower back though, "You didn't have sex?" She asks calmly.
     "No I didn't," he speaks with relief, his cheek pressed to the floor, his body able to relax now. He didn't care that she is still sitting on him, he's just glad that she's not hurting him anymore. He takes deep relieved breaths. Normally a woman sitting on him would have been a turn-on, but this woman just about killed him, so that automatically neutralised the situation. He keeps on taking deep breaths because he doesn't know if she's done questioning him yet, and that scares him.

A/N: Do you think Kirstie will be able to trust him in the future now?