Taking Care Of The Girlfriend (Randy/Trish)

Randy walked in his and Trish's house then put his bag down near the door.

"Trish?" Randy asked.

Trish coughed as she lied in bed. She'd felt horrible for hours.

Randy walked up to his and Trish's bedroom then looked at Trish.

"Are you okay?" Randy asked.

Trish shook her head.

"What's wrong?" Randy asked.

"My head is killing me, my throat is on fire an my stomach is flipping," Trish said.

"WHat do you need? Should I call a doctor?" Randy asked.

"No," Trish said stubbornly.

"I'm going to call the doctor." Randy said.

"No," Trish repeated.

"Yes." Randy said as walked out of the room.

"Randy," Trish pouted.

Randy peaked his head in as he held the phone.

"Yeah sweetie?" Randy asked.

"Lay with me?" Trish asked.

"I will after I call the doctor." Randy said.

Trish groaned.

"I don't need a stupid doctor Randy, I need you," Trish said.

Randy threw the phone over his shoulder then walked in and lied down next to Trish before he put an arm around her.

Trish smiled and snuggled against Randy.

Randy stroked Trish's hair.

"Try not to give me whatever you have, I still need to wrestle." Randy said.

Trish nodded.

"I don't think it's contagious, or Tessa would have it by now," Trish said.

"So we could still kiss?" Randy asked with a grin.

Trish smiled back and nodded.

"Well then Dr. Randy needs to make you feel all better." Randy said before he started kissing Trish's neck.

Trish leaned her head back to give Randy better access.

Randy started sucking on Trish's neck.