Alice woke the following morning with a start. It took her a moment to figure out where she was. She had slept so deeply, she felt like she had been drugged. Even thought the curtains were heavy, she could see bright light peeking in from the sides.
She had no idea what time it was. Her hand brushed her hair as she remembered the events of the previous day. She went for her morning pee and looked at herself in the mirror. She used a brush she found on her hair and was surprised as how quickly it look like it had the day before.
She smiled to herself when she thought about the hand job, she had given Frank. She had given a hand job to a 70-year-old man. 50 years separated them.
Pulling on her robe she exited the room and walked out to the living room. Frank was in his chair drinking a coffee and reading the paper.
"Good morning my dear, I trust you slept well?" Frank inquired.
"I did, thank you, very well," Alice confirmed.
"Have a seat. How do you take your coffee?" Frank asked, getting up from his chair.
"Cream, four sugars," Alice told him.
"Oh, you do have a sweet tooth!" Frank smiled at her.
Not really, Alice thought, she didn't like coffee. However, put enough cream and sugar into it and you can make a meal to keep you full.
Frank returned with the coffee. She could smell vanilla in the coffee, and it was presented in a very large cup. It actually tasted good. Like a coffee version of a hot chocolate, Alice thought.
"We can go and get some breakfast once you have had a chance to wake up," Frank suggested. "The cafΓ©, if that is fine with you?"
"Why do you go there, Frank, if you can make coffee this good at home?" Alice asked him.
"To be around people," Frank replied, "If I didn't find excuses to go out, I would become a recluse."
Alice studied Frank for a bit; she felt a little sorry for him. As strange as it was with all his money, he seemed a little lonely.
After a time, Frank stood up and suggested they head out for breakfast.
"There should be some new toothbrushes in the drawer of your bathroom," Frank told her, "Please help yourself."
Alice pulled on the second set of panties and bra along with the dress from the day before. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe who was staring back. She hardly recognized herself.
She walked back to the main hall. Frank had dressed as well. With the shirt, sweater, and scarf he wore, he looked very much the gentleman Alice believed him to be.
They rode the elevator down in silence and were greeted by the same doorman as yesterday. He had a look on his face that Alice recognized. It read 'lucky old bastard'. Alice just looked away; she didn't like Frank being thought of like that. She had really only known him a day, but already she felt protective of him.
When they reached the cafΓ©, they sat in Frank's usual booth.
The waitress from yesterday came over to take the order. When she saw Frank, she quickly snapped her head back to the woman who was with him. She couldn't believe it was the same woman from yesterday. She didn't comment on it but couldn't conceal her look of surprise.
That look quickly switched to contempt when she looked back at Frank. She assumed Frank had arranged some sort of Sugar Daddy deal with the young girl. A man of his age, it was disgusting. The poor girl. Had she searched her feelings a little deeper, she would have recognized she was jealous she hadn't had the same opportunity.
Alice noticed the look and at once felt sorry for Frank. He didn't deserve the look, he had been nothing but a gentleman to her.
When she saw the waitress bringing over their plate for breakfast, Alice quickly leaned over the table and gave Frank a deep kiss.
She sat back just as the plates were put on the table. The waitress said nothing and quickly walked away.
"Where did that come from?" Frank asked her.
"I didn't like the way she was looking at you," said Alice. "I wanted to show her I was here willingly."
"I think you might have shown her I was a 'dirty old man'," Frank smiled at her.
"Sorry," said Alice, "I didn't know what else to do."
After a pause Alice spoke again. "I don't think you are," she said. "A dirty old man; I don't think that about you."
"Don't worry about what other people think, Alice," Frank assured her. "In the end it doesn't matter, it only matters what you think of yourself."
That wasn't as reassuring as Frank had hoped. Alice's opinion of herself was not all that flattering.