ALICE Ch 272

Glynda gazes disapprovingly for a moment. Alice doesn’t have to be a mind reader to know there’s a list of things here that Glynda probably doesn’t like. Alice is not in bed with Kylie, but she is on a bed with her. She’s drinking. They also brought home a single, solitary point today. This is not a triumphant moment for anyone but Val.

“Let’s have one, then.” She puts her hand out.

Alice hands her a beer, and Glynda perches on the edge of the bed. Her gaze is impassive as she watches Val discuss the race.

“Is she really that good?”

“I mean, the results kind of speak for themselves,” Alice says with a sigh. It was like this in soccer, too. People had a way of remembering the goals scored by an attacker like Val much more than the goals stopped by the goalie. Looks like she won’t be getting out of Val’s shadow anytime soon.

Moments pass, sort of peacefully. Alice eyes Glynda, who is almost wistfully examining the label on the beer bottle. She notices Alice looking and turns sour.

“Budge,” she says, prodding her.

Alice grudgingly moves over so Glynda can get comfortable. She kicks off her shoes, revealing white, no-show socks. Glynda says nothing, but Alice sees the look she gives Kylie’s socks.

“Don’t judge her,” Alice says. “Actually, judge this.” She rolls over onto Kylie to reach past her, drawing an annoyed squawk from the blonde, who stubbornly goes on trying to eat her biscuits. Alice gets the magazine from the table and waves it at Glynda. “You want to tell me what this is about? Seriously.”

Glynda rubs her face and takes the magazine.

“Faye gave you this?”

“Of course. What is her deal with that stuff? We were talking about cosplay, and she said she wanted me to dress like the girl from Star Wars in the metal bikini.”

Glynda blanches.

“Suppose that’s my doing,” she murmurs, frowning at the magazine.

“You got her into porn?”

“Not porn,” Glynda says derisively. “All this. Things weren’t easy when I was young, Alice. I read a lot of these things. Speculative. Escapism. Fantasy things. I’ve a fondness for it still, when there’s time.”

“You were reading about this jacked lady having a three-way with these catgirl princesses?”

“It wasn’t exactly, but yes. I read the short story this was adapted from,” Glynda says with a frown. “It was more about the black idol than the sex. Anyway, Faye’s always felt she has to like what I like, only she…”

Alice understands. Faye has gone much farther into like this stuff than her mother ever did. Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone has to be passionate about something.

“It isn’t quite so much in the short story,” Glynda emphasizes to Alice.

“I think she does anal with both of them. I don’t think that’s safe,” Alice informs her.

“Diagra’s not worried about hygiene, Alice.”

“Well, she should be.”

“She’s an Amazon,” Glynda explains patiently.

“You still have to be careful about where you put your dick,” Alice insists.

“Let me see that.” Kylie snatches the magazine and considers the panel of Diagra the Amazon roughly yanking a cat girl princess’s tail with her cock buried in her ass. “Alice, I think you’re just too thick to properly engage with the themes of the work.”

“Too thick to what?” Alice says, indignant.

“Give me the zapper,” Glynda says, putting her hand out.

Alice groans. “Oh my god! Will you fucking broads speak English?”