Emerging from the restaurant, His Royal Nibbs was conspicuously inebriated. Alice though, had made sure she limited her consumption. Slurred in speech, he took her two hands and said, "Alice, you're pretty delectable you know. I can't just put you on a bus and send you off. May I escort you home?" "Oh you're so sweet," dropping her eyes to see that he'd bulged his pants out; a result she'd been aiming for all along. "But it's probably not a good idea right now." She leaned towards him and kissed him on the cheek being careful to leave traces of her lipstick. He started to protest, but she helped him towards his bus stop knowing her plan was working beautifully. "Well the Blackhorse's are having a game this Wednesday. Why don't we meet up after the game out in front of the grounds and do a late night drink. And of course we can always chat on email until then....." She broke off waiting for his response. "That does sound a plan," he responded belching his whiskey half way through his sentence. "Just a little kiss though before I head home." Holding her breath, she conceded.
With His Royal Nibbs safely on the bus on his way home to his castle, she wandered down to the other street corner to catch her bus. The stilettos were beginning to bother her feet, but she thought to herself that it was well worth the agony. Some teens on the other side of the street caught a glimpse of her and one shouted over, "Hey baby, how much!" "F**k off!" she roared back as she proceeded to her stop. "Nah, don't want to f**k off. Wanna f**k on; that's if you don't have any diseases you ole who'." He and the other kids kept going down the street laughing at the sight they'd seen.
A bit shaken but not too disturbed about the incident, she started wondering what and where she should go from here. She certainly had His Royal Nibbs by the nob now but had to make sure she could lead him wherever she wanted him to go. Tonight would be the night she'd have to start making her plans; but it all depended on how the next game would go and who would play. They had to play to win.
Her bus arrived only a couple of minutes off schedule and she climbed on. The bus driver looked at her and not saying a word to her, shook his head at what he'd seen. She also attracted disapproving looks from the older ladies on the bus but was oblivious to it all. She pulled out her little notebook and pen and started to devise the next step she would take. That is, to get the attention of the parent club management. She was certain that it would be glory from then on if she could. Before she knew it, she'd almost missed her stop but managed to tuck away her notepad into her little purse and get off before the bus driver pulled away. Out in front of her apartment, she looked up. No lights were on. "Maybe," she thought, "he should have come home with me." But then she re-thought it. It would have been too quick. She wanted to make sure he was hers; not a one night stand and with that, it could take a bit of time.
Putting the key in the lock of her door, she opened it up and with a sigh of relief, kicked off her shoes. It would be a while before she'd want to wear them again. She headed to the bathroom and drew a hot bath adding some bubbles. Stripping off, she decided she'd pour herself another glass of wine. She headed to the livingroom unconcerned she wasn't wearing anything. Putting on some Alanis she took out her notes from her little purse which she'd tossed on the couch. She liked being able to walk around au natural; her small breasts being happy they'd been freed from the pushup bra and the suffocation of the tissues she'd added. With glass and notes in hand she headed back to the bathroom and sunk into her bath, satisfied with her accomplishments of the night.
Meanwhile, His Royal Nibbs was just arriving home too. But he didn't have to unlock the door. As he staggered up the front steps the door opened. "Where in the hell have you been?" "Ahhhh keep your f**kin' nickers on. I just went out for dinner with the guys. You knew that." He pushed past his wife into the house, the lipstick still on his face. "Well, I don't know what kind of guys you were having dinner with, but they sure have some f**kin' poor taste in lipstick. You aren't hauling your dirty a** into my bed." She went wildly into the bedroom and threw his pillow at him slamming the door nearly catching his fingers as he tried to move towards her. Click went the lock. "BITCH!" he hollered after her.
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