Chapter 12: The Tradition Continues – Kate II .3 – Saturday

It was Saturday and Daphne was up early, as always. I had a feeling she would be getting into the “Traditional Saturday Brunch” in a big way. She was in her usual kitchen attire—naked except for her apron. I was up by seven and Janice arrived about eight-thirty. Janice and I were dressed in what we still called our “slut attire.” Janice had arrived in an oversized hoodie that covered her butt.

Janice and I were initially assigned prep work, but were soon reassigned to “get out of my kitchen” duty. Once Daphne started cooking, she banished everyone from the kitchen. By ten Daphne was pouring mimosas. By eleven o’clock we were lounging, eating, and drinking on the balcony. Daphne, as usual, outdid herself. The smell of bacon and citrus was all around us. With the sun, the breeze, and the view, it made the balcony our little slice of heaven. Janice and I were sharing a lounger again. Daphne was sitting at the table by the food. She had just put her feet up when there was a knock at the door.

Daphne said she would get it. After she had finished her cooking, she had changed into a short cutoff T-shirt that barely covered her breasts and a pair of what I called tight women’s boxer briefs—nothing more than underwear. I told her to put something on before answering the door. She just gave me a smirk on the way into the apartment.

A minute later she called out, “Rachel’s finally here!” She led Rachel onto the balcony. As they stood in the doorway, Rachel looked at Janice and me on the lounger with plates of food on our laps and drinks in our hands. We both greeted her with a raised glass and a smile. Janice told her she had some catching up to do.

Rachel looked at the way we were all dressed and said, “I feel overdressed.” Both Janice and I deliberately looked at Daphne. Daphne frowned, saying, “I just said to dress comfortably. I’m very comfortable. Go put on your chastity belt if that makes you more comfortable.”

Just then there was another, louder knock at the door. Daphne kissed Rachel’s cheek then pointed at the table with the food and said, “Eat.” Daphne took my mimosa from my hand, took a sip and handed it back to me. Then she looked down at Janice and me, saying sarcastically, “I’ll get it, shall I? You two can fill Rachel in on the Saturday Brunch Dress Code.” I called back to Daphne, “I think she can see what ‘your’ dress code entails.”

A moment later, a man’s voice yelled out, “Where is that bitch! I’ll teach her a lesson she’ll never forget!”

I saw Rachel turn white and move to the far end of the balcony. Janice quickly put her plate on the ground and so did I. The man stormed onto the balcony holding a knife. He saw Rachel cowering in the far corner and growled, “You think you can fuck with my buds? I know it was you!” He took one step toward her, screaming, “They got screwed and now...” He never finished the thought. It was at that point Daphne calmly walked up behind the man and kicked him once. You don’t need to guess where. The man expelled the air from his lungs in one ragged whoosh, leaving him gasping. A second kick quickly followed. The man made a sound like a mouse squeak and now didn’t seem able to even gasp. The third kick was a thing of beauty—Daphne delivered it with a loud grunt. The man fell to his knees, unable to make a sound even though his mouth was moving like a fish trying to breathe on land. That’s when I jumped up and punched him hard in the jaw. His whole body went limp, but he didn’t fall over until Daphne gave him one more kick. But this kick was more perfunctory.

Calming myself, I looked at Rachel and asked if this was her ex. She just nodded yes, still looking between frightened and shocked. Then an angry look came over her face. She walked up to him and screamed, “Let go of the knife!” Janice, still sitting on the lounger, calmly said, “I don’t think he’s going to let it go willingly.”

“I think you’re right,” said Rachel. She then stomped repeatedly on the hand holding the knife. I heard bones break. The man gave a twitch. Janice then said, “I think he’s trying to get up.”