Dave had driven her home just before two in the morning. She had kissed
him in the car and walked up her steps to her house feeling very confused and
Seeing Mark sitting in the chair in the living room had nearly stopped her
Alice’s dress was wrinkled to death. Even if she had stopped to use
Dave’s bathroom thoroughly, the dress alone would have shown what she had been
Mark stood up and asked if there was any point in his staying. Alice had
burst into tears.
Seeing Mark was a shock, but it had crystallized her feelings for her. It
was Mark she wanted, and she told him that.
“Mark, I know I’ve hurt you, but I do love you. I’ll do anything to get
you to stay.”
Mark had stopped. “Really? Anything?”
“Yes. Anything.” Alice had managed to get both sorrow and defiance into
her voice at the same time.
“If I stay,” Mark began, “I want an end to all your hangups about sex. If
you can screw around on me–”
“It wasn’t …” Alice began and thought better of it.
“You can stop telling me that things I want are dirty.” Mark continued.
“That’s the first thing.”
“O.K. Mark, just don’t leave.”
“Second, you can spend the rest of the week showing me that you’ve turned
over a new leaf.”
“I will, Mark, I will.”
“Third, You’ll have to pay for tonight, any way I think you should.”
Alice thought of what she knew of Mark, and decided that she could endure
anything that he might come up with.
“Whatever you think is fair, Mark. Just remember I love you.” Alice
“We’ll see how much. Take off your clothes.”
Alice had been afraid of this. The phrase, “Like a bitch.” now had a new
meaning to her.
She had turned her back to Mark and taken off her shirt. She hung her
shirt on a chair, thankful that Dave hadn’t been one for hickies. She took
off her wrinkled skirt with more trepidation. Mark knew she never went out
Alice tried to look demure. It was hard. Not only was she naked, but
freshly fucked as she was, there were still traces of Dave’s come on her …
and dripping out of her.