ALICE Ch 216

Dawn breaks over Notre Dame Island on the morning of the Canadian Grand Prix.

At the hotel, Valeria Flores finishes her breathing exercises and rises from her Yoga mat, shedding her underthings as she heads for the shower.

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Glynda Darcy leans on the sink in her bathroom. Head pounding, she faces her reflection. Her teeth grind.

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Faye Darcy sits upright in bed, frizzy red hair everywhere. She wears only cotton panties, and her chubby little morning wood sticks out comically. She’s miserable, and more conscious of her belly rolls than ever as she looks sadly at the empty bed.

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Erica Bruhl stretches luxuriously on top of her sheets, morning sunlight bathing her nude body and shining on the freshly spilled semen all over her belly and breasts. She started touching her morning wood with thoughts of Glynda and finished with thoughts of Valeria Flores. Not everything is perfect, but things are good. It’s going to be another beautiful day for Formula One.

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Colby struggles with her clothes as she tries to get dressed, unable to look at what she’s doing because she’s staring at her phone on the desk. Meri didn’t text even once last night.

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Kylie lies in her bed like a mummy, staring at the ceiling with raccoon eyes. She has not slept. Her hair is still damp and the whole bed smells of soap from her much-needed shower.

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Alice Wilde wakes when she finds Sasha stirring.

“Oh, man,” she says, sitting up and rubbing her face. She looks down to see Sasha looking up at her with a mixture of nerves and adoration. “Oh. Hi.” Alice leans down and kisses her. Sasha’s just woken up, but she goes with it. Alice holds the kiss just long enough to light a spark, then breaks it.

Irina’s awake and watching.

“Hi,” Alice says to her. She gets up on her hands and crawls partway over to kiss Irina as well. Irina goes with it just the same, and Alice climbs out of bed without anything else, grabbing her clothes. “I had fun last night. Enjoy the race.”

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Bright lights shine on the simple chair.

Will Buxton looks thrilled with life. The race is in an hour.

“The trouble with a race like this is that you simply don’t know where to look,” he tells the producer excitedly. “All these teams so close in points—anything can happen. The battle for second, third, fourth—our two newest teams looking competitive in the Constructor’s. It’s madness.” He grins. “No Formula One fan could ever ask for more. And we’ve got the substitute driver in for Alice Wilde. Rumors that Max Verstappen was exposed to an individual positive for Covid. All sorts of skullduggery afoot, if one follows the gossip. Good God. What a season.”