Walking Charolette home

[Troi]

Late evening, 1st of Ioannes, Era X ,PF

Jon Jon was 6 foot 4 inches tall and a very muscular man. He was always one of the first hired each day at the docks when a ship needed to be loaded or unloaded. On this day he wore as he usually did a tunic, cut at the neck where a little hair poked out of the neckline and slacks, cut short, to his mid calf, so the bottoms wouldn't get caught under a crate while he worked. An of course he wore his shoes. He was very proud of his shoes. Most people in Abestat didn't own a pair, since the town's frequent mild floods made the streets nothing but mud that would ruin them. But he had a pair made especially for him. The sole was a slap of wood, 3/4 of an inch thick, and a simple strap that went crossed his instep and tied behind his ankle completed them. Every once in a while they would make a 'clomp' sound as they stepped on a rock.

Jon Jon never asked Charolette for directions to her home, since it was his intentions to take her directly to his home. He was lonely and this particular brightening was a special aniversary, of when he had first kissed his late wife. He didn't want to spend another night alone. As they passed into the residential district, he looked at the lady he was with. As they passed a rare street lantern he noticed that while she was larger than many women, she was still small compared to him, or even his late wife. He was pleased that she had well developed curves, and decided that he wanted to sample those curves so he lowered his hand to her bottom and gave it a squeeze. In doing so he pulled on the fabric more than it could bear and the last remaining button flew off into the night. When he removed his hand the skirt slipped completely off of her waist and began to fall, only to be stopped by her hips. The skirt that had been knee length had fallen so that now it reached nearly to her ankles and the only thing preventing her womanly parts from being exposed .

Immediately, Jon Jon stopped where they were. When he saw the uncovered upper swell of her rounded bottom, his conscience caught up to him, he was about to stammer out an apology when suddenly they heard a voice cry out to them, "Stop right where you are," the voice said. It came from the darkness seemingly from the side and somewhat behind the two of them. "Who told you that you could walk on our street?" That last comment aroused laughter. Laughter from at least a half a dozen voices, some in front of you, some behind but all out of sight in the shadows.

[Charolette]

Charolette, now still drunk, had almost none of her good judgement left in her. Yes, she had been becoming a bit of an acholholic, and she was definently a flirt from birth, so when Jon-Jon touched her curvy rump, Charolette, being drunk as she was, took it as a compliment, and did what she did with almost any man; flirt back!

You like my curves? She smiled a little bit and rubbed her own bosom, now-rounded belly, and rump. She smiled, knowing that he had been accepting the drunken flirt, and resumed her normal position.

She felt her skirt begin to fall off, and she simply assumed it was from her ever-growing ale belly. She knew that she loved it; ale, wine, cider, everything! If it made her belly grow and grow, drunk or not drunk, Charolette did not care. alot of men liked her curves, and if there was just another one near her stomach, she didn't see why men wouldn't like it! She smiled up at Jon-Jon, and became less flirtatious.

Thank you for walking me home . . . She was about to talk to him some more, when she belched and heard a voice.