Back to Penelope's

As you park the scooter for the second time that day outside number 7, you notice an unfeasably beautiful blonde in a short summer dress getting out of a small red sports car that looks out of place for this neighborhood and admire her ass as she reaches into her trunk to retrieve a couple of designer label fashion bags.

As you watch, she crosses the street and heads towards number 7. Surprised, you get off the scooter quickly and hurry after her. She clocks you from across the street and looks as if to say, Do I Know You? then shakes her head and hurries on through the security door. It closes with a click before you get to it. Shit. You push it with your right hand but its locked - they must have fixed it since earlier. You're going to have to try one of the buzzers and hope that you get Penelope. In frustration you give it a shove with both hands and it swings open easily.

Huh.

You let it click shut.

Shove it with your right hand - nothing.

Shove it with your left. Its unlocked and opens easily.

What the hell was that shit? You step into the hallway pondering it, then look down at your hands. On your left wrist, you're wearing the leather bracelet. Fuck. No way...!

Head spinning, you step towards Penelope's door, hoping that she is at least in. What were the chances. With your usual luck she would have called the cops on you for something by now. Or that her varsity linebacker boyfriend would answer the door or,

Penelope's door swings open. She stands there looking incredible in just her underwear.

"Your majesty - I hoped you might come back." she says then actually drops into a curtsy.