Dancing in the Rain part 4

Dancing in the Rain part 1
Dancing in the Rain part 2
Dancing in the Rain part 3


While Kevin and I were waiting in the big house for the taxi to take me to the hospital, Kevin went into my room and got some clothes. I was too much of a beggar to be a chooser, but he could have put a little thought into it. He came back with jeans and a button down blouse. He did not bring a single stitch of underwear, but he brought me socks. If I could put on socks, we would not have been in this situation. I was having a hard time pulling jeans on over my throbbing ankle, so Kevin went back into my room and brought out a skirt. Still no underwear, though. I understand that he was too embarrassed to go through my panty drawer, and I normally prefer men to stay out of there, but this was a unique situation. A bra was not technically required, under the circumstances.

When the taxi showed up, Kevin carried me outdoors while I tried to keep us dry under an umbrella. Try is the key word here. We both got wet anyway, especially while he was trying to put me in the taxi. The taxi driver even got out in the rain to help, but there are only so many ways you can carry someone into a small car. The taxi driver got wet for nothing, although I do appreciate the effort. Say what you will about Hong Kong taxi drivers, and people have said plenty, but I have always found them willing to help carry bags and heavy items if needed. Rain or shine. We gave him a nice tip when we got to the hospital. Since you don't tip taxi drivers in Hong Kong, he was very grateful.

Something crossed my mind that was not necessarily important, all things considered, but since I was going commando, I think I might have given the driver an even bigger tip than I intended. He was enough of a gentleman not to let on if he got a free show.