Last Friday I was just finishing my bi-weekly gym quota and was heading home on foot just to slowly ease myself out of grind when a car pulls a hard corner and speeds down, nearly splashing me with a puddle. Needless to say, I was pissed, especially since I recognized the driver. Sure enough, as I make it round the corner, I can see the asshole’s wife fuming on the front porch. Nothing unusual then, just another fight between the problem couple in my little part of the world. I hunch my shoulders and try to keep a low profile, but to no avail, since she spots me anyway and decides to come over and vent.
Alice isn’t what most would consider a pretty woman (skip this paragraph if you do’t want to know). She has a face that’s somewhat too long, which isn’t at all complemented by a shaggy bob-cut done too short that’s been bleached blonde and doesn’t go with her brown eyes. Reasonably, she looks to be in okay health and has some curves, but whilst she’s not fat, she does have a few extra pounds, with emphasis on the ‘extra’. I’m guessing F cups when it comes to her breasts, but even at a glance, it’s clear that her bra is the only thing giving them shape.