HERM THE FEMALE VERSION OF HAMAN

EPISODE SIXTEEN

*HERM THE FEMALE VERSION OF HAMAN*

*(The Female Version of Haman Saga)*

*EPISODE SIXTEEN*

*WRITTEN BY:*

*Author George Haman*

*MOBILE: 0798952111*

*EMAIL: authorhaman@gmail.com*

(🔞This story Contains Adult Content (AC), Strong Graphic Language (SGL) which might be disturbing to minors and in some parts Graphic Violence (GV). Reader's discretion is advised. Suitable for persons 18 years android above.🔞)

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His head was bleeding and he was lying on the ground motionless. I called out his name but he wasn't responding; I panicked and thought that I had killed him. I quickly grabbed my dress, wore it and then I bent over to feel if he had a pulse; my hands were shaking terribly.

He was still alive, but I did not know what to do for first aid; so I rushed out of the room screaming and calling for help. Luckily there was an employee of the motel on the hallway and she came to help me after I told her that Joe had injured his head when he fell off the bed.

I was so confused, I forgot to dress him up when I went to call for help. The motel lady found him lying naked on the ground and she gave me the weird stare before she covered him with the bedsheet and felt his pulse.

"He has a perfectly normal pulse; we just need to dress his wound on the head and wait for him to wake up. What really happened here?" She asked giving me a curious stare.

"He sat at the edge of the bed and fell off on his back." I lied.

"How was it?" She asked.

"Horrible! I thought he was badly hurt; or even worse, dead." I replied.

"I mean your first sex." She said smiling.

"Not exactly what I had imagined; can we not talk about my personal stuff please?" I replied wondering how she had known that it was my first.

"It will get better the second time, just try not to be so expectant. We will place him in a recovery position and he will be up in a few minutes." She said as she took the first aid kit from the drawer on the side table where Joe had hit his head.

"That was there all along?" I asked pointing at the kit; I was trying to change the top.

"You wanted it so badly, you never even went through the guest guide book huh! That's amazing." She replied with a sarcastic tone then began to clean up Joe's wound.

She fixed him, then we placed him in a recovery position on the bed and she asked me to call her in case of anything unusual. While I sat beside him waiting for him to wake up, his friend George replied the text Joe had sent him; he was out of town.

Nonetheless, he had asked another of his friends to bring us the fuel, and he sent me the number of the guy coming to bring us fuel; his name was Ricky. Since there was reception at the motel, I called Ricky and asked him to come with someone who could drive since I wasn't sure if Joe could drive and I didn't know how to drive.

By now it was almost getting dark and I was worried about what to say to Joe when he woke up. About twenty minutes later, he woke up looking confused, and I just went blank.

"Heeey! You are awake! How are you feeling?" I asked with a scared tone.

"Like I got hit by a train! What happened?" He replied.