Yes or no?

Yes or no?

Say Yes.

Chapter 1 by IrishWriter IrishWriter

Yes, if only I had said the word yes. Then all of this wouldn't have happened.

I was heading out of work and this older woman bumped into me as she tries to enter the coffee shop that I had just finished closing for the night.

I tell her that we are closed which doesn't appear to bother her when she asks me to serve her a coffee and a scone as she is hungry.

I can see numerous grocery bags in her hands that she has got plenty enough food so I say no.

An angry expression settle across her face as she told me that a lady like me should have manners and how I should be more helpful.

I turn away not wanting to be lectured by a stranger when she grabs my hand and yanks me back to her with a surprise amount of strength as she mutters something in a language I don't know.

She lets me go, telling me that I will learn my lesson followed by a language that I don't understand.

I leave very quickly and head back to the apartment I share with my long-term boyfriend.

The evening air sends chills through my slender body, my small breasts and little rounded ass are covered by my jeans and black t-shirt as my wild curly ginger hair is blown about like a fire around my pale freckle covered slender face beneath my bright green eyes.

Greeting my boyfriend but heading straight to bed as a wave of tiredness rolls through me.

Causing me to change and get into bed as he comes out of the bathroom, dressed for his nightshift.

My tall handsomely tanned boyfriend kisses me forehead and asks me to do the dishes before he leaves the apartment.

'I don't want to do the dishes,' I think to myself as my lips call out yes and I climb out of the bed and begin to do the dishes.

As I scrub at the dishes, the tv is on in the background and it is some news station that my boyfriend must have left on, the news report says, "do you want to get up, change out into a dress and sandals and go for a long walk today?"

I roll my eyes at the statement before my body stops to do the dishes, "yes," I mutter and head into the bedroom and my uncontrolled movements begin to change me from my oversized top and pj's into a sundress and sandals, forgetting my panties and I am out the door of my apartment, "what the fuck?"

Does she get far?

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