I killed time until midnight, chilling out at tea shops and bars.
Then I went to Fiora’s house, which was several buildings down from the Work Badge Center.
I went around to the back window and knocked.
I waited. No response.
I knocked again. Still no response.
I cursed.
It was awfully cold out in the snow. My teeth chattered. My lips were blue.
Why wasn’t Fiora responding?
Was she ignoring me? Or had she forgotten all about me?
On a whim, I tried opening the window.
To my surprise, it responded, sliding open with a soft squeak.
"Who leaves their windows unlocked?" I muttered, climbing inside.
The room was dark. Even with the moonlight streaming in I couldn’t see much of anything.
A few shadow pieces of furniture against the wall. And a bundle of blankets shaped like a body in the center of the room.
That must be Fiora.
She fell asleep on me... That bitch. Time to play a little prank on her.
I tiptoed over to the cot. I lay down behind Fiora’s sleeping body, spooning it from behind.
I whispered naughty things into her ear.
Fiora shifted in her sleep. She mumbled: "Yes! Don’t stop."
Her voice didn’t sound like I remembered. It sounded ... dried out.
It was like someone had stuffed corn husks into her vocal cords.
Fiora shifted again, pressing her body into mine.
She felt wrong.
Too bony.
Not enough flesh.
The sheets fell off her.
She turned.
I saw her face in the moonlight.
"AHHHHHH! A GHOST!" The face under the sheets was wrinkled.
There was a hook nose and sallow wrinkled skin. Her hair was pure white and I could see patches of scalp through her thin hair.
I scrambled away, back toward the wall, preparing to throw myself back out into the snow the way I had come.
"What is it?!" Fiora came running into the room, her hair wet, a towel wrapped around her hips.
Her breasts were fully exposed.
"Wait," I said. "If you’re Fiora then who is ..."
Fiora’s grandma rolled over onto all fours.
She smacked her lips and purred. Still asleep, she began to crawl toward me, lips puckered for a kiss.
I scrambled away on all fours.
Fiora began to laugh. "What? You tried to feel up on my grandma? Serves you right!"
"You told me this was your room," I hissed at her.
"This is horrific! I fondled the wrong woman! I’ll be traumatized for life. Again!"
"It is my room," Fiora said, stifling a laugh. "Grandma and I share. We’re not rich, especially since my parents died in a fire several years ago."
She looked sad for a moment but, at the sight of me escaping from her grandmother, her expression brightened.
She giggled. "Still," she said, "I didn’t know you were into cougars, Eli."
"Actually, I am into cougars." I stiff-armed the sleep-crawling Grandma to keep her off of me.
She was trying to pull off my pants.
"But your grandma is too much cougar even for me ..."
Fiora laughed and watched me struggle for what felt like two hours.
Then, at last, she went to her grandma and whispered in her ear until she calmed down and went back to sleep.
I sighed. "Well there goes my plans about spending a wonderful night with you."
"Don’t worry. Grandma sleeps the sleep of the dead. I meant what I said ..."
She let her towel drop, revealing her apple breasts and the narrow gap between her thighs.
Her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed into the shape of a downward arrow.
"If you want your work badge, you’re going to have to earn it."
Fiora wasn’t joking.
She worked me hard to get my work badge. I didn’t get a single wink of sleep that night.
She rode me like a thoroughbred, over and over and over again.
By the time the sun came up, my eyelids weighed four hundred pounds and my cock wouldn’t stand up no matter how many times Fiora stroked it.
"That’s it?" she said with crazy eyes.
"That’s all you’ve got in you?"
"You crazy nympho!"
"One more round!"
"Never!!!"
But my toils were worth the effort.
Because when it was all done, Fiora pinned a silver badge on my chest.
The steel was marked with the image of a flying griffon that symbolized the city of Windmoor.
"Come around anytime!" Fiora said, waving goodbye and winking. "I might have more work for you in the future."
"Never again," I said.
"I’m the type of guy who needs his beauty sleep."