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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

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Chapter 325 Stitches

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Scarlett was facing a dilemma. Ass or thigh? Jax for his part looked completely unconcerned. Scarlett was pretty sure Jax had never been embarrassed a moment in his life or he would have at least looked a little uncomfortable.

Finally Scarlett decided ass. It was the most embarrassing part. Better to get it done and over.

"Let's do the butt first," Scarlett said.

Jax moved his boxer's to below the stitches in his butt. He was lying on the bed wearing nothing but a SAMCRO T-shirt, his navy blue boxers and white socks.

Scarlett removed the bandages from his butt, picked up her phone and moved its camera over his ass.

"You need to get it a little closer," Tara said. She and Scarlett were video chatting.

Scarlett moved her phone's camera closer.

"It looks really good," Tara said.

"Thank you," Jax said feigning modesty.

"You had nothing to do with it," Tara said tartly. "It was my stitching and Scarlett's nursing."

"So there," Scarlett added.

Jax chuckled.

"You can definitely take the stitches out," Tara said. "It's well healed."

Jax pulled up his boxers to cover his ass while Scarlett lifted the leg of his boxers and removed the bandages. She picked up her phone and moved the phone's camera over the back of Jax's thigh.

"That looks good. It's healed nicely. You can take those stitches out too."

Scarlett looked at Tara on her phone. She was at her home in the den sitting on her sofa.

"I've never taken stitches out before."

"Don't let Jax take his own stitches out," Tara said emphatically. "Do you remember what happened when you tried to take your stitches out?"

"Yeah, I remember," Jax said, "but I'm sure you'd like to tell Scarlett all about it."

"He'd been riding his dirt bike in shorts when he went down and tore a big gash in his leg."

"Due to a big piece of broken glass," Jax added.

"Instead of telling his mother, he washed it and put a couple of band aids over the gash. Later that night, we were just hanging around listening to music when Gemma noticed his jeans were stained with blood. She chewed his ass out for not telling her before dragging him off to Urgent Care."

"Did you forget I also ruined my favorite jeans?"

"I did forget that. I just remember the epic ass chewing Gemma gave you," Tara said laughing at the memory. "She took the keys away to your dirt bike too."

"And that's why I learned how to hot wire a bike, so it wasn't all bad."

"A day or two later the stitches started to itch," Tara continued, "so Jax decided that meant it was time to take them out."

"Doesn't that mean it's healing?" Scarlett asked.

"That's what I told him. Instead of using little nail scissors, he got these big kitchen shears, accidentally stabbed himself with them and reopened the gash. Blood was everywhere in Gemma's neat clean kitchen."

"The scissors slipped and I didn't even know what nail scissors were at the time because I always used nail clippers," Jax explained.

"I took Jax to Urgent Care. They stitched him back up and added some new stitches for the new injury. We thought we got away with it, but in the rush to leave, we didn't get all the blood cleaned up. Do you remember the story you gave your mom?"

There it was. Scarlett could hardly believe her eyes, but Jax's face seemed to redden ever so slightly with embarrassment.

"I told her that it was Tara's time of the month and that's why there was blood," Jax admitted.

"What made it really bad was I was there when he told her. I was humiliated and he made it worse."

"What did you do?" Scarlett asked looking at Jax.

"I said we were also having sex."

"In the kitchen," Tara added.

Scarlett laughed.

"Why did you say that?" she asked.

"She looked skeptical so I thought I needed to explain why there was so much blood. Girls don't take out their tampons unless there's a reason. I came up with a reason."

"I swear every time I was in Gemma's kitchen she would give me a disgusted look and I knew she was thinking about Jax's story and that I bleed a lot every month."

"Why didn't you just say you cut yourself with a kitchen knife?"

"The blood was on a kitchen chair," Jax said.

"Why didn't you just tell Gemma the truth?"

"Back then, it was always my first instinct to hide things from Gemma. Life worked out better that way."

"He was already in trouble with Gemma," Tara added helpfully, "and gotten the epic ass chewing."

"Did she ever find out?"

"No. She barely glanced at the health insurance statement. She never noticed that other visit to Urgent Care. I went to Urgent Care a lot back then."

"What about the kitchen sex? Were you in trouble for that?"

"I wasn't," Jax said with a grin.

"Did Gemma ever say anything to you?" Scarlett asked Tara.

"No, she just gave me this look like I was scum—not regular scum bleeding scum," Tara said. "I think that was the most embarrassing moment of my life."

"I think this whole thing has been my most embarrassing experience," Scarlett said. "How do I take out the stitches?"

"You'll be fine because nothing embarrasses Jax. Just snip the end near the knot with a pair of nail scissors and use a pair of tweezers to pull the stitches out."

"Thanks Tara," Scarlett said.

"Yeah, thanks a lot Tara," Jax said.

"You can use one crutch now if you feel strong enough. Use it on your good side not your bad side. People always make that mistake when they decide to use crutches on their own."

They ended their call.

"I'd offer to take my own stitches out, but the location makes that kind of hard."

"I just don't want to hurt you."

"Scarlett, a little pain won't kill me and I've had a lot of stitches taken out. It isn't painful. When you're finished, we need to talk about Tara."

Scarlett wondered why he wanted to talk to her about Tara.