I was playing chess with a friend after my classes were over. We were sitting in the cafeteria, not bothering anyone, just enjoying a good match. Then some idiot lifted the end of the table and tilted it, spilling pieces everywhere. Mike and I were scrabbling around on the floor, trying to find all the pieces and a couple of the students standing around were helping. Not the two idiots who'd tipped over the table though. They just stood there laughing.
A problem soon developed. We couldn't find the white queen. It had mysteriously vanished. I was, to put it mildly, irritated. Mike was even more so as it was his set and now it was ruined. You can't buy just a single piece for a chess set, you had to get the set. It wasn't an expensive set, just cheap plastic pieces. It was the irritation of having to actually go out and replace it. I could see us playing a few games using a coin for the queen.
We weren't in the mood to continue playing after that and headed off to our respective homes. As soon as dinner was over and the dishes done (one of my chores) I headed out again as I had martial arts scheduled for that evening.
After martial arts I returned home. I'd known that my parents were going out so I wasn't too surprised to find a baby-sitter in residence. What did surprise me was to find that Alison was the sitter. She'd never sat for us before.
Alison was about my age, nineteen. She might have been a few months younger but not much more. So, late eighteen, early nineteen. She was blonde with brown eyes and an enchanting smile, not that I saw it much. When she did smile it was a case of nicely curved red lips and a gleam of white teeth. A dream to look upon. She was also fit and shapely. She used to practice gymnastics but dropped out once her breasts developed. (This was because of how much they developed. Hard to do gymnastics when you're top heavy, I guess.)
Alison attended several of the class I went to but had an unreasonable dislike of me. That is, I considered it unreasonable. She seemed to consider it only fair and proper. It really annoyed her when the professor would ask me questions, secure in the knowledge that I'd have the answer he wanted. It would especially annoy her when he asked her the question first and she got it wrong.
"Alison," I grunted. "Are you going to go and leave me stuck with the twins?"
I adore the twins and they adored me. Unfortunately they wound me around their little fingers. I couldn't resist their pleading looks and spoiled them. They were what are known as change of life babies and came as a shock to my parents and me. I hadn't even known my parents still did that sort of thing. That didn't stop the whole family from loving them.
"Leave them with you?" asked Alison, sounding shocked. "God forbid. So did your mother, for that matter. Do you really want to leave those sweet babies with a teenage boy, she asked me, and I could see what she meant."
"That's fine by me," I said smiling happily. "I'll leave you to it. I assume that they're both asleep?"
"Yes, and if you do anything to change that state of affairs you die."
I smirked. "Funny you should say that. My mother says something similar quite frequently."
"Understandable," she said in a snarky voice. "Excuse me."
She'd had a cup of coffee earlier and the empty cup was on the coffee table. Alison rose and picked it up, presumable to take it out to the kitchen. Unfortunately, for her, she moved in too much of a hurry. Her bag was also sitting on the coffee table and the sweeping gesture she made snatching up the coffee cup resulted in the cup clipping the edge of her bag and knocking it off the table.
Knocking the bag off the table wasn't so bad but when it landed it opened, which was worse. Even worse the contents spilled onto the floor. Worst of all was the fact that I acted the gentleman and knelt down to help her pick up her bits and pieces.
"Don't you touch anything," Alison said in a hurry. "I prefer to do it myself. I know where everything goes."
"Do tell," I said in a cold voice. "In that case on which square does this belong?" I picked up the missing white queen.
Alison blushed, not willing to look at me.
"So," I said in a conversational voice, "not only are you a bitch but you're a thieving bitch. Good to know these things."
"What? I'm not a thief," she protested.
"Not denying the bitch part, I see. "Tell me, what part of pinching Mike's queen and ruining his chess set make you not a thief?"
"It was just a prank. I'd have returned the queen when I found out it was Mike's. I thought it was your set."
"That would have been a lot worse. My set's hand carved from Japanese Maple and rather expensive. The implications of what you said seem to suggest that it would be okay to take things that I own. Is that right?"
"That's not what I said. You're twisting my words."
"Maybe so, maybe no. I'm curious. What part of taking a chess piece that you don't own makes it not a theft?"
"I told you. It was just a prank. I was going to return it."
"Really? Before or after he bought a new set? If he bought one this evening are you going to reimburse him?"
"This is all your fault," she snapped, much to my surprise.
"My fault? How is it my fault? I was just sitting there playing a game when you kicked over the table and pinched one of the pieces."
"I didn't do that. It was an accident. I only took the piece because I was mad at you for showing me up in class again."
"Which was your own fault. You're the one who didn't study the chapter assigned."
"Tell you what," I said, putting the queen in my pocket. "I'll return the queen to Mike tomorrow and get his opinion on whether you're a thieving bitch or not."
"You're going to tell him? You can't. It was just a prank. My reputation will be ruined."
"Could be. Anything goes missing and people will be looking at you, I guess."
"Oh my god. You can't tell him. You'll ruin me. It was only a tiny prank. It wouldn't be fair to tell him."
"You have a point. It wouldn't really be fair when you were just trying to be a bitch. I'll just say someone found it and gave it to me. I guess you're lucky twice tonight."
"What do you mean, twice?"
"Once because I'm not going to rat you out and once because I'm not putting you over my knee and spanking you for being a pestilential brat."
"What? You wouldn't dare."
"Oddly enough, I would. I just don't think the stink you'd kick up would be worth the trouble. I mean, you'd go running home to mummy, crying like a bitch."
"I would not."
"Mm. Easy to say now that I've taken the spanking off the table."
"Ha. I'm putting it back on the table. Let's see if you dare spank me."
"Okay. Take off your panties."
"What? Why?"
