Jacinta Takes a Walk
Copyright© 2025 by BarBar
Chapter 4: Goldilocks
I woke in a strange bed with a hangover from hell. Sunlight was blinding my eyes, my was head being split open by an awful wailing sound, and I had an uneasy feeling that someone was staring at me. My eyelids were glued shut and it took an effort to get them open. I immediately wanted to shut them again as the offensive quantity of sunshine coming through the window did horrible things to my head. I peered out between mostly shut eyelids and saw that Frodo was lying on the foot of the bed and staring at me. He saw me looking at him and then turned his head to look at the door. A cat was standing in the door and wailing at me. It had a white chest and forelegs. The rest of its coat, including its face, was in patches of orange and black.
The wailing coming out of that little cat was horrendous and I put my hands over my ears in an effort to muffle the sound. “What do you think it wants?” I asked Frodo.
“She’s hungry,” said Frodo.
“Hungry,” wailed the cat.
“Well, that’s too bad,” I said to the cat. “I don’t have any food.”
I looked around the room. Apart from struggling with how bright everything was, I was no longer seeing swirling colours. I could vaguely remember the events of the previous evening, but the details were hazy.
“Whatever I took last night really did a number on me,” I said to Frodo. “It seems to have worn off now though, so that’s good. No more hallucinations.”
“That’s good,” said Frodo. He grinned at me and did a slow blink. “That’s very good.”
I crawled out of bed and limped my way to the door. The cat saw me coming and stopped its wailing while it got out of my way. Outside the bedroom door was a landing. There were stairs going down and a number of identical looking doors. I started opening random doors until I found a bathroom. It looked very fancy but right now I didn’t care. It had everything I needed, a toilet and a shower and a sink. Sure they were fancy versions, but they still worked the same as the type I was used to.
I sat on the toilet and peed. Even the toilet paper was fancy. Then I went over to the shower and stepped inside, pulling the sliding door behind me. The good thing about sleeping naked is you don’t have to mess with clothes when tackling bathroom things. The tap was weird and it took me a bit of fiddling to get the water going and at a decent temperature. I stood under the shower for a while, letting the power of the water massage my skin. I discovered I had minor bruises and cuts and grazes on my legs and on my arms, and I think I could feel something similar on my forehead as well. It looked like I’d been in a fight, but I couldn’t remember being in a fight. I did remember falling over once or twice. That’s probably where the bruises came from.
There were three pump bottles on a little shelf. They were all the same brand and were labelled as body wash, shampoo and conditioner. They had a soft herbal scent. The fragrance wasn’t horrible. I wasn’t complaining. I made liberal use of all three in the appropriate order and rinsed thoroughly. By the time I stepped out of the shower, I was feeling the cleanest I’d felt for a very long time. And I smelled nice, so that was a bonus. I still had that hangover from hell, but no amount of showering was going to wash that away.
I stepped out of the shower and stood dripping on the floor. There were two towels hanging from a rack. I grabbed one and started drying myself. I stopped and stared at the towel. It was soft and fluffy and felt sooo good against my skin that I thought I must still be tripping. I wanted to lay it on the floor and roll around on it like a cat. I didn’t know they made towels this good. But there was this one in my hands and a second one on the rail. I took a deep breath and decided to just enjoy it. Once I was dry, I wrapped it around my body and then tied the dry towel into a turban to contain my still-damp hair.
As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, the cat started wailing at me again. “Hungry!”
I ignored the cat and went back to the room I’d slept in. I was feeling the need to be wearing more than a towel as I walked around the house, so I opened the closet and had a look inside. There were about eight or nine fancy looking dresses hanging there. Some of them were shorter, like cocktail dresses. Others were longer, like formal gowns. Judging by what they looked like on the hangars, each one was more beautiful than the last. A single one of them was probably worth more than everything I owned. There was nothing else, just the fancy dresses. I checked every other part of the closet and found some nice shoes to go with the dresses, but I wasn’t interested in those. No underwear, no casual clothes, just fancy dresses.
Who only owns fancy dresses, and the shoes to go with them, and no other type of clothing? This was weird.
A burgundy dress caught my eye. I took out the hanger and walked with it over to the mirror. I dropped the towel I was wearing to the floor and held the dress in front of me as I looked in the mirror. It was an A-line dress with spaghetti straps. It looked like it was for a woman slightly bigger than me, but not by much. It was mostly backless but with a pattern of ties that would hold the back together. On me it would come down to about my mid-calf.
I stepped into it and spent a few minutes adjusting the ties and pulling them in before tying the knot just above my ass. The bust was a bit too big for my unimpressive tits but by tightening the ties at the back, it was only a tiny bit loose. The hem of the bust line sat just above my teats. If I leaned forward, it would drop and show my entire tits to anyone in front of me. I shrugged. If they wanted to stare at my tits, good luck to them. There was a slit up the left side that nicely exposed my left thigh. If I was going out in public like this, I’d have to be careful how I sat, or people would get to see that I wasn’t wearing undies. Or I could be careful how I sat so that people would see that I wasn’t wearing undies. I guess it would depend what mood I was in.
Once I had it on properly, I got rid of the towel on my head and then spent a minute or two posing in front of the mirror. The posing including quite a few twirls and arm flourishes. My enjoyment of the moment was somewhat spoiled by the cat which was still periodically wailing at me. Not to mention my head splitting headache. Those twirls were definitely a bad idea.
Eventually, I couldn’t take the wailing any more. The cat was hungry. And I was too. I left the bedroom and walked downstairs, enjoying the feel of the dress clinging to the front of my body and wafting out behind me. The cat scampered down the stairs past me and made a bee-line for what turned out to be the kitchen. On the floor, in a corner was a water bowl, with water, and a food bowl that had been licked clean. The cat was now sitting beside the empty food bowl and wailing at me.
On the closest corner of the kitchen table was a bulky white envelope with the letter “J” sprawled across the front of it. The “J” obviously stood for “Jacinta” which meant that it was clearly left there for me. I opened the envelope and tipped it up, spilling its contents onto the table. There was a folded page of typing, plus a set of keys and one of those prepaid credit cards. My eyes lit up when I saw the credit card. “Score!”
I looked over my shoulder at Frodo. “I might come out of this ahead,” I said.
“Greedy,” he snorted.
I unfolded the page and started reading. “Hello beautiful.” I certainly felt a bit beautiful wearing that burgundy backless dress, but the hangover was getting in the way of me enjoying the moment completely.
I kept reading. “Thank you so much for offering to house-sit for me. You’re wonderful. Not much has changed since last time you did this for me, but I’ve printed it all out again for you.” I glanced down to the bottom of the page and saw that it was signed, “Hugs and kisses, your Uncle Alex.”
I smiled. “You’re welcome, Uncle Alex. Hugs and kisses to you, too.”
The rest of the page was a list of instructions on how to do different things, including the pin for the credit card which Uncle Alex was supplying so that I could pay for some food to eat and cover any emergency issues that came up. There were also instructions on when and what and how much to feed Luna.
I looked at the cat. “You must be Luna. Hello. Uncle Alex has told me how to feed you.”
I carefully followed the instructions to prepare the food for Luna. I’d never had to look after a pet before, so this was all new to me. Luna was watching me closely and still letting out a pitiful wail every so often. At last, it was ready. I put the bowl back on the floor in the corner. Luna immediately stopped her wailing and started eating.
I washed my hands in the sink. There was a tea-towel hanging over the handle of the oven so I used that to dry my hands. Then I opened the fridge and had a look inside. A carton of orange juice caught my eye. I found a glass and poured myself some juice. As I was sipping at the juice, I looked around and saw Frodo sitting in the door of the kitchen, watching me. As usual, he had his tongue hanging out and he was panting.
“Do you want to eat something, Frodo? Are you hungry?”
“Hungry,” said Frodo.
“Yeah, me too.”
I pointed at the water bowl on the floor. “You’ll have to share the water bowl with Luna if you’re thirsty.”
“Thirsty,” said Frodo.
I found some bread and slid a piece into the toaster. I found an apple and sliced it up. I fed a slice to Frodo and then ate a slice myself. I kept alternating until the apple was gone. By then, the toaster had popped. I considered looking through the cupboards for some sort of spread to put on the toast, but my hangover told me that the raw toast would be better. I sliced up the toast into thin strips and Frodo and I alternated eating strips of raw toast. I drank some more orange juice. I was still feeling hung over, but I was starting to feel a little more human.
“That feels better,” I said to Frodo.
“Better,” said Frodo.
I wandered out of the kitchen and to the back of the house. The big glass sliding doors were letting in so much light that it hurt my eyes. I turned left into the laundry room. My wet clothes from last night were still sitting there, scattered over the floor in sodden lumps. Over next to the door, there was a scattering of broken glass on the floor. And there was a big hole in the window of the door.
“Well, this is a mess,” I said to Frodo. “Uncle Alex is relying on me to look after the house. I can’t leave it like this. I should probably tidy things up.”
The washing machine was sitting right there so my next step was obvious. I started picking up the wet clothes and throwing them into the machine. I put my wet shoes outside in the sun so that they would dry. I used the towel I’d dropped on the floor to dry off the wet patches where my clothes had been sitting, then I threw the towel into the machine as well. I added a scoop of detergent and started the machine. It gurgled and started doing its thing.
I opened a couple of cupboards until I found a dustpan and brush which I used to sweep up the broken glass. I took the pan outside and tipped the broken glass into the council wheelie bin. Once I’d done all that, I put the dustpan and brush back in the cupboard. The machine was still doing its thing with my clothes, so I could do something else.
I stood and looked at the hole in the glass of the laundry door. I scratched my head and tried to think what I should do about that. If I was at home, I would tape it up, so it made sense to do that here. I hunted through the cupboards in the laundry and found a roll of sturdy plastic and some of that wide strong tape. It took me a few minutes to cut out a big square of plastic and tape it over the hole. Then I made a big “X” with the tape over the entire window.”
I stepped back and looked around. The machine was still gurgling and thumping away, but the rest of the laundry now looked decent. “Well, that was a shit ton of work.” I said to Frodo. “Who knew skipping school would mean doing more work, rather than less.”
I assumed I was skipping school. I couldn’t really figure out what day it was. My memory of things like days was shot to hell. Not that skipping school worried me. School was the place you went to when you wanted to get out of the house. Since I was already out of the house, I didn’t need school. I guess I’m exaggerating. I’d actually been trying to do better at school for the last couple of years. It hadn’t seemed to do much good, but at least I wasn’t failing every subject. So that was progress. But following all the rules was hard for me, so I often had to take a day off to sit in a park and chill.
I looked at the window I’d fixed. If this had been at home, I would have done that, and it would have stayed like that for at least six months before someone got around to calling the window man to come and replace the glass. Or maybe, it would have stayed like that forever. But this was a nice house and Uncle Alex was relying on me to look after it. I wondered if I should call the window man. I had the prepaid credit card, so I could pay for it. My only problem was that I had no way of looking up a phone number for the window man.
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