My Yuri Harem - Chapter 8

I tried opening my eyes tiringly and saw two individuals sitting in front of me with their backs toward me. My head was also over a soft pillow. I opened my eyes even more and realized the people sitting on the chair were Mapalla and Trigman and the pillow I was laying on was Kyo’s lap. She was sitting on the sofa while I was dosing off in her lap. My chest was warm, but my legs were chilly.

I looked up at Kyo and she was smiling while she caressed my cheek. She was humming the tune of a folk song. It was the song she always sang to calm my nerves, so I felt even more relaxed. I started picking myself up to sit besides her, but she resisted and pushed my head back into her lap.

“Rest a little more. We may have a long night on our hands.”

“Kyo, why are my legs cold? And what do you mean by a long night?”

Mapalla and Trigman heard my voice and turned around to face me.

“I removed your pants and panties, but I could not find a different pair for you. So, I grabbed a sheet to cover them. These two were rubbing your feet to keep you warm.” Kyo explained as she looked at them both.

I thanked them both and asked Kyo about the long night statement.

“After we rushed in the room to get you, we laid you on the sofa. I removed your pants and concluded you needed to be cleaned up. Trigman had also got his jaw injured. So I dashed outside to get some water and clean cloth for you and some ice for him. There, I came cross P.A., who was fuming with, I guess, emotions. Before she could spot me, Ms. Herman came from behind and told her she was needed on the stage. After P.A. walked away, she turned towards me and said, ‘I don’t know what is going on, but please, rest in P.A.’s room until she comes back. It will take her around an hour to perform. Then, we can indulge in the discussion.’ And left. It was like she told us not to leave before we all had a talk.”

I picked myself up and sat besides Kyo.

“How long have I been out?”

“A little more than 30 minutes.”

“Kyo, do me a favor and get me a beer please.”

She hesitated at first but stepped outside to look for a beer.

I looked at Trigman’s face, who was wearing a black eye.

I chuckled a little and asked him, “Nice monocle, dude.”

“Kill the jokes. I am not in the mood. But we kinda heard what was going on.” He took a pause and questioned me,” So, what are we going to do, Mad?”

“I know her. I know how to press her buttons. I will get her forgiveness, one way or another.”

“But it wont work, angel. We need her to truly forgive you.” Mapalla chimed in. he knew what I was going to say next.

That was exactly what I said next.

“Shut it soul guru. I want her forgiveness. I will abide by her desires for only so long.”

I took a brief pause, and continues to speak, “I have worked to the bone to make my current life the best moments of my life. I won’t let the devils of yesterday overshadow my angel of present. Mapalla, you said I need her forgiveness, right? Either she will do that in peace, or I will take it by force.”

“You have completely lost your mind. You know human conscience doesn’t work like that.”

“But my mind does. I never said I wanted a heartfelt forgiveness and be hunky-dory with her. If luck was on my side, I would prefer never to meet her. Or any of them for the matter of fact.”

“Even if you were in the wrong?”

“Zip it Mapalla. I did what I had to do for my survival.”

“And if you are so badass, why are you desperate to please Kyo.”

I was gritting my teeth, because I knew where Mapalla was going next.

“Just like everyone, Kiyomi is also a person you can use, right.”

He went there.

Suddenly, I was on my feet. The sheet covering me landed on the ground and the dry air met my exposed legs.

Trigman was also standing and signalled me to sit down. I didn’t want another slap across my face,so

I threw myself back on the sofa.

There was silence in the room.

“…..”

“…..”

“…….”

“So, what should I do now?” I was desperate, and the two people I trusted more than me were present there. This was the best opportunity to ask them.

“Do what you want to do, as long as there is no blood.” Trigman suggested.

“No Blood, huh. So, broken heats will do, right?”

“I didn’t-” our interaction got interrupted because of the crowd outside. They were shouting

‘ENCORE ENCORE ENCORE’ again and again, which meant there was only one song left to be played in Priscilla’s set. I picked the sheet laying on my feet and covered my legs before I had to answer million questions to Kyo.

P.A. spoke into the mic, but we were able to listen as well.

“Thank you all for showing me love and enduring this harsh weather for our sakes. Everyone is P.A. camp saluted the audience for making us feel good. But it is not fair of me to keep the stage to myself because I have some talented people to accompany me. Please shower them with as much love if not more as you give me. I will be back to cap the show off, so until then enjoy the latest track of my album ‘Lewd and Loud’ and let your hearts sing.”

The thumping beat was back again, and we resumed our talk.

“Priscilla will be back, and will have some questions for me. I am appointing you both to take Kyo and go home if situations go south. I will meet you after the show.”

Mapalla and Trigman opened their mouths in disagreement, but Kyo entered the room at the same moment. They decided not to say anything in front of her.

Kyo handed me the bottle of Thunderbolt and gave a glass of whiskey with ice to Trigman to chill his eye. He took a sip and put the cold glass on his eye. I put my lips on the bottle and downed half a litre of beer in single gulp.

She came next to me and asked, “So, Mad, what are we going to do?”

I separated my lips from the bottle and closed my eyes.

The similarities between her and Trigman’s psyche was absurd.

“Well, we are here to meet her, right? When she comes in, we talk to her. If she has something to say, we will listen. If she has any demands, we will fulfill it the best we can.”

I wanted somebody to reply or retort. Crack a joke, for god’s sake. But what we got was a silence.

Everyone just fell short of replies.

The silence in the room was filled with the song P.A. was singing. It had a melody I was well aware of. The words hadn’t changed much ever since I penned them. There were sliding whistles in the song. That was not my idea, maybe someone played around with the track. The song was in its third verse, and I was listening it carefully because it was not penned by me.

I was able to listen the most of it and couldn’t help but smile at the end. It had the same effect on me as that of Kyo’s lullaby. Oddly Satisfying. Very calming.

The song ended, and P.A. gave her closing statement.

I prepared myself to face the music; or face the musician.

My shitty jokes can’t wait.

P.A.’s set was done and everyone sitting in the room got careful to what was about to come.

The clapping of the crowd signalled that P.A. stepped down and the hooting indicated the other artist had taken over.

The crowd was going nuts in the background. And yet, I could feel the heavy footsteps leading towards the room we populated. It was cold, downright bone chilling with no fabric wrapping my legs, and yet my body wanted to break a sweat.

*THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP*

Was it only the footsteps I was hearing, or the stage was moving too?

Was I hearing the footsteps, or only felt like it?

I was in the middle of going mad over these thoughts when the door flung open and I snapped my eyes open. Three figures stood on the other side. Clad in all black, it was Priscilla in the middle. On the right was a slightly older lady wearing a traditional red saaree and matching maroon blouse was her manager Herman. On the left was the person who I will eventually strangle, Cline.

Back to the celebrity, Priscilla was seething with emotions. She has her nerves popping on the side of her forehead. Everyone stood up when she stepped inside the room except me.

Kyo pulled me by the arm, but I refused to stand up and shrugged her off. Priscilla walked up to me and grabbed me by the jacket collar. She lifted me up while staring in my eyes angrily. The sheet covering my legs fell on the ground yet again. I stared back at her, which definately pissed her off more.

I still had the beer bottle in my hand and took a sip out of it while maintaining the eye contact. She widened her eyes in anger and cocked her arm back to punch me in the face.

I thought to myself: why is nobody stopping her? Not her staff. Not my friends.

Whatever.

I flung my arm which held the beer bottle and smashed the bottle against the wall behind her.

The glass broke into million pieces and spread all over the sofa. I didn’t let the neck and remaining piece of broken bottle go off.

Priscilla understood I was not playing nice. I was manhandled by her, and she did get a leg up on me once. But this broken bottle in my hand implied clearly that I was ready to do something really stupid to her in case she does not calm down.

She brought the hand she wanted to much me with to my collar and held me with both of her hands.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing? You think you can attack me and walk off safely out from here?”

“I am with my family and friends. Right now, if I smash this broken bottle in your head, it would be in self-defense. Don’t forget, superstar, you may be street smart, but I am born and brought up in it.” I replied in a dry tone.

“We are not the street anymore.” Priscilla was ready to pop any moment.

“Even the more reason to teach your dumbass the rules of the street.”

“Whatever you taught me was garbage.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when that earned you bread, bitch.” I said, smiling in her face.

“I don’t roll with the street rats anymore.” Priscilla was speaking from between her teeth.

“A slave of corporate should bow in front of king of the streets.”

“Shut up, both of you.” Herman interrupted the conversation.

Both of us looked at her, while she continued speaking, “Madonna. Priscilla. There is something on your minds. Please, use your respective words and not your fists to convey your feelings.”

Priscilla let me go and walked out of the room.

Herman walked out behind her, while my crew stood around me.

Haaahh.

I let out a heavy breath and lost all strength in my legs, crumbling on the ground once more.

“Mad!” Kyo started helping me stand. “What were you thinking?”

“I was just playing dirty, I was actually terrified to face her. By the way, what about you guys helping me out in these situations?”

“Eh? You didn’t see? Ms. Herman held my arm and Cline was holding on to Mapalla and Trigman.”

I looked at both of them and they nodded to Kyo’s statement.

I let the broken bottle neck go and grabbed onto Kyo’s extended arm. As I was climbing up, Cline came to the door and announced, “P.A. and Herman are waiting for you in BIG O’s room.”

We all started walking out the door when he added some more detail, “Only the ladies.”

“What should we do?” Mapalla asked.

Cline raised his hand and put it against his ear. “Can you listen to the music? There is a concert going on outside. Go and enjoy. As for you ladies, you have around two hours before P.A. wraps the show.”

Saying that, he walked out and we followed him. Mapalla and Trigman decided to stick around but not interfere in our conversation. Cline pointed to the second room on our right and went in the opposite direction.

I gulped and opened the door.

Priscilla was sitting with her feet on the glass table, holding a can of beer. Herman was standing with a pair of pajamas in her hands. She saw me enter the room and threw it at me.

“Wear it and sit on the sofa. And have a civil conversation.” She looked at Priscilla. “Do you want me to be here?”

“Hmm? No. I will prefer to talk to them alone. How about you bring me a can of beer every half an hour?”

“Sure.” Saying so, Herman went out and shut the door behind her.

Guess nothing is left except talking.

Kyo started speaking first. “Hi, my name is Kiyomi Anicrow. Its an honour to meet you.”

“Hello, My name is Priscilla Applewood. Most people know me as P.A. But your friend there knows me by some other name. Ain’t that right, Hitmaker?”

All I could do was avoid looking in her eyes.

“Call me by the name you gave me, Madonna. Go ahead.”

“Ah, actually, her memories came back recently, so that minute detail might be little hazy in her mind.” Kyo chimed in before Priscilla could pester me any further.

Hearing that, Priscilla was taken aback a little, and started laughing hysterically.

“Ah HAHAHAHA. That is what you have told her this time, Hitmaker. Always a jester, aren’t ya?”

Kyo looked at me and asked, “Mad, what is she talking about?”

My eyes were getting moist.

“So-” Guess Priscilla was done laughing, “-what do you have to say after such a long time?”

I looked up immediately and said, “I am here for apologizing to you. Please forgive me. Forgive me, and I wont cause any trouble for you.”

“What was the first thing you did when you barged in my green room? You made some stupid move and made me react in an unpleasant way. That forced me to go on the stage early. You ruined my lineup.”

“I-I’m sorry for that too, but please forgive me for the past, and-”

“Shut up for a second and let me ask, what is you ladies’ relationship? Close friends? Friends with benefits?”

“We’re married.” Kyo said excitingly.

Priscilla squinted her eyes at this and looked at me again.

“You build another foundation on lies, didn’t you Mad?”

“No, I didn’t-”

“Alright, one more question for you pair of wives: why do you want my apology.”

I had to calm down and spit the truth out. “The conscience is a very heavy mental state. I want to make Kyo very happy, so I want to start with a clean slate.”

Priscilla crunched the metal can in her hands when I said that.

“Clean slate, you say? Seems like you have not told the entire truth to the pretty lady. You said you got your memories back right. Well, what better time to tell your wife the truth, Mad.”

“Yeah, please. I have been interested in knowing more about you, and you have been putting it off for so long” Kyo was excited even more. I could see her eyes glittering with anticipation.

I turned to face Priscilla. “I will tell her everything tonight. Please, forgive me first so that we may cause you no problems any further.”

“Count this as a condition, Hitmaker. You can screw the story as much as you like and keep little Kiyomi in a loop. I want nothing but facts out of your mouth.”

Suddenly, I felt like the ground slipped away from below me.

“My forgiveness comes with a price, and I pose two conditions for it. One is for you to narrate the event of New York to little Miss Kiyomi here. In my presence.”

I was completely defeated.

I looked at Kyo in her eyes and asked her if she loved me.

She took my hands in hers and kissed her.

I managed to give her a faint smile.

I exhaled couple of times and opened my eyes. “I will tell you a story of trust and betrayal. For two people in crossroads of love and life. What I am going to tell you is a part of the life I lived with Priscilla…”

————————————

It was the first Friday of August.

I was running.

Running away.

I had my sling bag over my shoulder and my cellphone in it.

What a mess have I created.

I was also crying a little baby.

When I closed my eyes to blink, I wanted to crash into something so that I could probably get hurt enough to land me in a hospital.

I was wiping away my tears as I ran past all the stores in downtown on New York.

21 years old me was running away from her problems she had left behind in a black track suit.

At first, it looked like a school athlete was practicing her sprint, because I had such a posture while I was on my feet. In reality, I had a lot of practice of running. I was a master at running away.

I ran past a cluster of lit shops and slipped into a dark street. I fumbled with my stuff in my sling bag, all the while wiping my tears and snot off my jacket sleeve.

Finally, I found it.

I flipped it open and made an international call.

“Hey Angel, how have you been?”

“Map- Mapalla-“I couldn’t keep it up and broke down in my first sentence.

“Mad? Hello? Mad? What’s happening?” Mapalla was speaking louder now. Clearly, he was concerned about me.

“Come get me, please.” I managed to squeeze those words out while I was bawling my eyes out.

“Mad, I am in Toronto right now. It will take me another day before I am done with my seminar. In the meantime, find a place and crash for the meantime. Do you have any money?”

“Yes. Some.”

“Good. There is a good case your card will be deactivated any moment, so I won’t be sending you any money right now. I will see you day after tomorrow in the New York Library.”

“O-kay.”

“Mad- ”

“Yes?”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Hmm.”

After we hung up the call, I put my phone back into my bag and peeked into all the stuff I had brought with me.

Around Four Hundred Dollars. Three pairs of underwear. Two sports bras. A little notebook. A screwdriver. A knife.

Checking all my inventory, I zipped it back and dashed out of the street to resume my run. In place of that, I knocked a girl down by hitting her with my body mass.

“Hey, are you-” Before I could ask her if she was okay, she cut me off and asked me instead, “Hey, are you okay?”

The girl I knocked over was wearing a tracksuit herself, but it was a red one. However, she seemed to be in pain because she was laying on the pavement in an odd position.

“I’m sorry for not looking where I was going.” I stretched my arm out to help the girl.

“Hehe don’t mind. I am also sorry for being lost in my thoughts.” She said while she shot a smile in my direction.

I had rubbed all the nasty body fluids off my face, but the traces were apparent. I tried to curve my lips into a smile as much as I could, but all in vain. She noticed that and said, “You don’t have to force yourself, Madonna House.”

I was trying to smile, but that was replaced by bewilderment. I thought to myself if I could handle any more confusion.

But I was intrigued as to how did she know my name, so I asked her about it.

“Oh! You are on the athletics team of Sampha University, right?”

“Yeah.”

“There it is. You are famous among all the first- and third-years’ students. The only one who is jealous of your abilities are the fourth years’.”

“I am mildly fast. I haven’t been in any competitions.”

Suddenly, the girl started smelling the air around me.

“Looks like you haven’t been in any showers too. Rough environment at home?”

I was shocked when I heard that, but I hid it masterfully.

“That is not the first tangent one would go off if she finds someone hasn’t been taking showers.” I tried to bury the topic as much as I could.

“Possible, but it looks like something major is gone. For first, your shirt under your jersey is misbuttoned. I can see the left part of your shirt has one extra button near the collar. Secondly, you have not been in female showers any time soon because I was the last person having my post practice showers. Third, and that is much more logical, is that I heard from the athletics team that they hadn’t seen you in a week. Thus, I concluded there might be something going on in the background.”

Saying all that, she smiled at me. And not a smile to make fun of me. A smile to ensure that everything will work out.

In front of that dark alley, I broke down again and started bawling in the public once more.

Only difference being that she was there.

She hugged me as soon as that happened and held me still. I had my arms crumpled in front of my chest, but feeling her body heat transfer into me, I loosened my arms and threw them around her. Her breast pressed against mine gave me a feeling of home.

I think that was a little bit too uncomfortable for her, so she put her hands on my shoulder and pushed me away. But she realized her mistake and how I could interpret it, so she said, “Hey, wanna come over to my place? You can have a shower and a change of clothes. I live alone so it won’t be too uncomfortable for you.”

“I can’t take that offer up, I’m sorry.” I spoke back in a snap of a moment. “I have to meet someone in two days, so I should stay somewhere else where it would be convenient for me to travel.” I made up a good excuse to decline her.

“Don’t worry. I have a car. I don’t drive it as much because I live near the university. So, if you need a ride on the desired date, just ask for it.”

I took a step back to give my resistance another go. “I don’t have enough money to pay you back. Please, I will handle it by myself.”

This time, Priscilla took a step back herself. “Oh, so you are okay by yourself? Well Then”

Saying that, she rose her hand in the air and bid me farewell.

She walked like twenty meters when I shouted at her, “Hey, thank you.”

Priscilla turned around to see my face with a nasty look. She walked the twenty metres back and stood in front of me. Then, she said, “Apparently, I did something that I know not of. They why should thy thank me?”

“Why do thou speak in Shakespearean English?”

Her eyes sparkled once more.

“See, there are similarities between us. You and me are sportspeople and you know what I am talking about too. Don’t you want to find out what else we are mutually attracted to?”

She said it with such a glee that even I had to take a second take.

“What- are you getting at?”

“I’m proposing to you.”

HEH?

THAT WAS A FAST ONE. WILL I HAVE TO CHOOSE HER AS MY PARTNER? IS IT THAT TYPE OF PROPOSAL? OR A BUSINESS PROPOSAL? OR A CONTRACT? AM I READY FOR SELLING MY BODY? SHOULD I CONSULT MY MALE FRIENDS IF I AM GOOD ENOUGH? AM, I BUYING A HOUSE FROM HER?

WHAT IS SHE GOING TO PROPOSE?

“I am proposing…… a friendship.”

Well, that was anticlimactic.

She continued, “Make a deal with me. If I help you, you help me.”

I bopped my head to a side and posed a question, “Is that all you want?”

She gave me a bright smile, exposing her snow-white teeth.

“If I can get a friend in exchange of just helping them, I’d make that deal.”

That, left my eyes opened.

“You can’t put a price on loyalty. However, paying in favours does work.” Saying so, she started marching in the same direction she returned. She stopped after a moment and raised her hand in the air again, this time to signal me to follow her. I quickly trotted and caught up to her.

My tears were gone away, for now.

It took us fifteen minutes to reach her place. A flat on the second floor in a housing complex. Didn’t seem something too fancy from the outside. It was a run-down building with swollen wood and a puddle of oil near the main entrance. Id didn’t know what kind of oil it was, and I was not particular keen about discovering about it too.

We entered the complex and walked our way to the second floor. Priscilla unlocked her door and I half expected a single bed room with rusty kitchen and peeled off creaking floor board. Instead, it was a giant room full of sports memorabilia and a king size bed in the middle of it. There were two bathrooms with toilet on two corners of the room and a kitchen in the middle of it. The walls were covered with orange paint on half of of the room with wooden surface exposed in the other half.

Priscilla walked inside and peeled off her jacket to throw it in the cupboard on the side of the room, along with her sling bag. Right besides the cupboard was a huge speaker with an auxiliary cord dangling off it. Priscilla plugged her phone and before she hit the play button, signalled me to lock the door behind me.

As I did that, she played a metal song which almost tore my eardrums open. I tried to stay still and tried listening to it but couldn’t. I put my hands over my ears but saw Priscilla bopping her head to the song like crazy. I fixed my gaze over her breasts juggling up and down as she moved her head furiously. It seemed like her breasts were ready to come out of her sports bra any second. I flushed while I was thinking something so erotic about the individual I had just met.

Priscilla noticed I was not having as good time as she was, so she killed the track. After that, I felt like I was in heaven for the next five minutes. The silence is a masterpiece.

“HAHA! Sorry if it was too hard on you. I like to keep my body moving. Also, are you hungry now or do you want to eat after bath?” Priscilla said as she threw herself on the bed.

“Probably after bath. Can I use your bathroom now?”

“Sure, go ahead.” She pointed towards the bathroom near the door of the flat, “Use that if you want to use the bathtub.” Then she pointed in the opposite direction at a small room in a corner,” Use that one if you want a shower.”

I took off the sling bag and started looking for my undergarments. I got a towel from Priscilla and went into the shower with just an underwear. I stepped inside and looked myself into the mirror. After taking a long look, I stripped down to nothing and wrapped myself with Priscilla’s towel. I opened the sink tap and vigorously started wiping my face.

In the middle of all that, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Priscilla opened the door and said, “Hey, do you have a change of clothes?”

I shut the tap off and wiped the excess of water off my face with my hand to get a better look at her.

She was standing in the doorframe, apparently checking out my body. I somewhat felt naked even with the towel on.

“I was thinking to wear my tracksuit for the night. I will probably get a new pair of pajamas tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is a night away, and its too hot to sleep in a tracksuit. Also, it can use a wash, so hand it over when you are done, and I will toss it into the laundry.”

“For tonight then-”

“For tonight, I have a pair of shorts and a tee. It will fit you perfectly, probably will be loose at some aspects, maybe.”

The last section of her sentence was valid but did hurt a little.

“I’ll leave it near the door. Don’t hesitate to pick it up because I am going out for a while. It won’t take me long, but when I come back, you will pay the price for my favor.”

This time, I gulped at the last part of her sentence.

She closed the door and I stepped in the shower. The cold water hit my face, and my vision got blurry.

I closed my eyes and examined what I had heard from her in our fifteen minutes of walk from that dark street in downtown to her apartment.

She told me her name was Priscilla Applewood. She told me she was a second-year student in Sampha University. She told me she was sponsored by the college and she was also a setter in university’s Women’s volleyball team.

She told me a lot of things about her past too.

How she was born to a White Father and a Black Mother.

How her life in California was unstable because of the violent neighborhood.

How her mother died by getting shot by a stray bullet.

How her father, an Import/Export company manager spiraled out of his mind.

How his father bear Priscilla’s responsibility, and dip his hand into the cesspool of illegal methods of money making.

How his father’s desire to provide Priscilla with everything put a split between their morals.

How a manager at an Import/Export company went on to become the world’s most famous cocaine dealer.

She told me all those things.

How she has been alone for majority of her teen life.

How she still loves him and cares about him.

How she avoids any monetary help from him.

And how she still asks his help in dire situations.

The water was dripping all over my body while I thought about everything she had told me.

How are you supposed to deal with it? Who is the right one here? Who do you sympathize with?

I turned around to wipe my back off and made sure water reached every creek of my body. I turned again and rubbed my hands on my breasts to clean them thoroughly.

I shot my eyes open when I touched my nipples.

Why the hell are they so hard?

Why am I aroused while I was thinking about Priscilla’s dad? That was so weird.

Then I was stuck with an epiphany, “Wait a minute, I am lesbian. So I was turned on not by thinking of Priscilla’s dad, but actually her!”

It is a human emotion to have a desire to protect someone meeker than you. In that context, sure I would love to hold her hand and make her feel comfortable. But when that hand holding goes beyond, it takes a whole another meaning.

I shook my head side to side.

“I don’t have any feelings for a stranger. She is just being nice to me. I am going to pay her back too for this favor.”

That last sentence dragged me into another thought train.

When we were walking towards her home, I insisted Priscilla to let me pay her back. She declined the offer, but I kept on pestering her. She replied with, “Okay then, if you insist. I also have a favour to ask, which is not that big of a deal. I will ask you, but you can ignore it if you want.” That made me somewhat concerned so I asked what her favour was. She denied telling me what it was and said she will reveal it only after my shower.

Thinking about that, paired with my sexual arousal involving her did not help my case.

Somehow (explanation won’t be provided) I managed to calm my body down. I stepped out of the shower and wore my underwear. Then I opened the door slightly to scout the room, and it was empty. Priscilla’s clothes were laying on the ground, so I picked them up and shut the door.

I faced towards the mirror and unwrapped myself to flash myself.

What a beautiful pair, I thought to myself.

I sighed at my own marvel and wore the shirt. It was loose, around the chest area.

I guess she was right after all.

Then I slipped my legs in the shorts and they were loose on me too, but it had string around it so that I could prevent it from slipping off.

I picked my dirty clothes in one hand and Priscilla’s towel in another and stepped out of the bathroom. At the same time, Priscilla came back into the flat.

“Oh, you’re out. What a nice timing.” She chimed. She was wearing her jersey again.

“Where should I put my tracksuit?”

“On the top of the cupboard. I will take it to the laundry tomorrow. You can hand me the towel.” She said while she removed her shoes.

I handed her the towel and put my clothes up on the cupboard, and asked her again, “Hey, what kind of favor were you talking about?”

She unzipped her jacket and while supporting a slasher smile, she said, “I want your legs!”

HEH?