~ Chapter Four ~

Lotte was beside herself with giggles by the time her lunch break was over. Not only because her aunt had managed to make a complete dumbass of herself by saying that she worried the hickie on her neck would lead to hemorrhoids… but then, that embarrassment was followed by five male members of her usual ‘clients’, who were not shy when it came to ‘cat-calling’ Romy's breasts. 

The only disappointment from that experience was the fact that Lotte didn't have a camera to capture everything, and therefore could only verbalize it (with excitement) to Julian. The older woman looked ready to have a minor stroke by the time she was done joining in the laughter. Unfortunately, that was the only excitement that Lotte was able to savor for the rest of the day. By closing, several more big orders had come in - damn the holidays - and there was a massive mess waiting in the back kitchen. 

Exhausted, Charlotte finally bid Julian, and her tiny blue death-trap on wheels, ‘goodnight’ as she made her way up the cracked ‘walk’ to her shared apartment. With a mind caught up on dinner and a long bath, the girl at first hadn't thought much about the lack of apartment lights. Normally, Romy would at least leave the porch glowing for her… And then Lotte got the front door open and paused. Sounds… smells… and motions that resembled chimps on viagra, Charlotte was now face to face with her Aunt’s bare ass. 

Shocked out of words for the third time that day, Lotte glared at Romy's backside, confused as to why the older woman was having a massive fuck session in the middle of their living room and not in her walk-in closet-sized private room. Unsure as to whether she should just walk past the two to her room or make a noise so that they knew she was there, the girl was saved from making a decision when David noticed her. 

All embarrassed and stuttering, the stranger grabbed at Romy and flipped her over onto the couch. “Lotte, I am so terribly sorry. She said that you wouldn't be home tonight…” In shaking movements, David grabbed a couch cushion and tossed it over Romy's naked form. ‘Blessedly', the folds of his pants were doing a good job of covering his member from the girl's line of sight. His shirt, on the other hand, had become useless and was now giving everyone in the room a nice show of David's perfect frame. Letting out yet another strange noise, the man began attempting to button his top; however, in the dark, that became incredibly hard. 

Any other night, Charlotte could have retreated back out the way she came and found somewhere else to be. Julian’s couch was always open to her, and Jeffery's RV had a bunk that he never used. Plenty more places came to mind - retreats that she had used in the past. Not tonight. For some reason, tonight she didn't want to be anywhere else but sitting on that couch with David… Romy's David. “Pizza?” Lotte heard herself offering in a voice that really didn't sound like hers. “I'll grab us a pie…” 

Thinking that this would buy her a little time to get her head on straight and her heartbeat down, Charlotte grabbed at the doorknob. She was just about to pull it shut behind her when the most teeth-clenching sound chased Lotte into the night - Romy's laughter. The older woman was in hysterics. Cackling, snorting, and gasping, it was very clear that she was up to something. Some kind of joke that only made sense to her. 

For a moment, Charlotte wanted to turn back around and ask the bitch what she thought was so amusing. She wanted to rip her up from the couch by her fake blonde hair and shake her around until the older woman's teeth rattled. By the time she was done, Lotte intended to hear her Aunt screaming, not laughing, and maybe get an amused look from David. 

The violent daydream passed just as quickly as it came, and suddenly Lotte was off. Sneakers pounding over the damp pavement, the girl chased the night air as if she were running from something. An unknown force that was angrily pursuing her, even past the very pizza shop that she had intended to stop at. In fact, it wasn't until Charlotte had somehow made it all the way back to the bakery that she finally stopped to catch her breath. For the life of her, she had no idea where those disgusting thoughts had come from. She wasn't a violent person - EVER! In fact, Lotte would give up her spot on a lifeboat rather than fight for a seat.

Shaking herself several times, the girl couldn't think of anything else to do at that moment but use her key to get back into the bakery and stew a moment. Covered in sweat after the longest sprint of her life, Charlotte made her way to the back office and helped herself to a water bottle from the employee fridge... And the last of Jeffery's eggrolls from lunch. Though a warm pizza would have been preferred, Lotte's energy was zapping fast. She had no idea how, after a long day in the bakery, she had managed to push herself several miles back to this 'hallowed' house of fluffy muffins and freshly baked breads. 

Getting comfortable in Julian's chair, she hestated giving the older woman a call. It was getting late, and Jullian needed her rest... Lotte needed her rest too...