Irene's Trophy

But after the exasperation, a smile that could be described as beautiful came back to Thomas' handsome face, and after taking two deep breaths, Thomas gently closed his window and quietly lay back down on the large bed that was already without pillows and sheets, still unable to stop himself from saying, "We'll see about that, woman.

"Knock, knock, Lord Baron Thomas!" Accompanied by a soft knock on the door, Steward Trick's voice came from the doorway.

"Oh, it's okay, go to sleep." Thomas lay on his back with his arm resting on his back, putting his current indignant mood in check, he shouldn't have acted so agitated and grasping, it wasn't in keeping with his usual gentlemanly image.

"Yes, my Lord Baron, but ..." said Steward Trickle, who seemed to be in some difficulty, but at last, after a moment's thought, said, "I should like to ask my Lord Baron to look out of the window again."

"What?" Thomas froze, not immediately understanding what Steward Trickle meant, but rose from the bed once more and went to the window to look outside.

The first thing Thomas's eyes noticed was that the window across the street was open again, the window where the nasty woman had just stood, and now there was no one behind the window, it was empty with only the curtains fluttering gently. A mood that was about to go mad clawed hard at Thomas' heart as he looked down again.

Thomas saw that the nasty Oriental doll was crouching on the floor packing the pillow and sheet he had just thrown down, and tying the pillow with the sheet, and then walking quickly towards the little building, without much hesitation, climbing with a sharp movement up to the window on the ground floor, and then stepping over the balcony parapet and catching hold of the sill of the first floor, with a sharp, athletic movement, and in very little time, climbing up to the first floor, and then with a hand support the window sill, rolled over and jumped into the open window.

"Lord Baron Thomas, I think you've seen it." Trick's voice once again came from the doorway. He had just heard Thomas's roar as well and looked out curiously, and likewise saw Erin's gesture of the middle finger. And the next thing Tric saw, after looking a little longer than Thomas, was the young Oriental girl opening the window again and then climbing sharply out of it, using the pillows and sheets on the floor as a target to go straight for. It was in shock that Trick decided to come knocking on the door of Thomas' room.

"Damn woman, aren't you afraid of falling to your death?" Thomas shouted from the window to Erin across the street. For some reason, Thomas felt his heart beat faster and harder when he saw Erin climb up the first floor from the outside wall with her bare hands than when he saw Erin flashing her middle finger.

Erin unhooked the trophy she was carrying and held up the thick feathered pillow to Thomas across the room and shook it a little, a vivid smile filling a pretty little face, it was nice to feel that kind of victory. With that, Erin closed the window and drew the curtains once more, before lounging back on the bed with her booty in her arms.

The feather pillow was much more comfortable than the thin piece of small pillow she had before, and it looked quite clean, Erin didn't mind that it was the one that Thomas guy had slept on, just as long as it was comfy; and that sheet was snowy white, the only downside was that it wasn't thick enough. Irene thought to herself: if Thomas had just thrown the blanket or the mattress down straight away, how nice it would have been.

"Oh God, this fucking woman, she's rampant." Thomas stared hard across the room at the window that had been closed tightly, muttering to himself in exasperation.

"Lord Baron Thomas, should we send her to His Honour?" Having heard Thomas' roar even through the door, Steward Trick made a seemingly reasonable suggestion. After all, this woman had appeared too strangely, and with her extraordinary skills, and now showing her ability to climb the wall with her bare hands, it would be right to say that she was an assassin to be sent to His Honour the Judge to receive her punishment.

"Hm ..." Thomas grunted, but then resumed his original low, magnetic, slow and elegant voice, "It's okay Trick, go back to sleep."

"Yes." Trick replied respectfully and retraced his steps back downstairs to his bedroom. Since Lord Thomas had his own plans, this matter was no longer his concern.

"Girls, all get up or I'll really kick your arses." The door was slammed and slapped and accompanied by Mrs Cooley's loud voice.

"Erin, Miss Erin, get up." Kerlina quickly jumped up from the bed and grabbed the black jacket to one side and pulled it over her body while calling out to Erin who was still sleeping soundly with a thick feather pillow in her arms.

"I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep some more, just go take my place." Erin rolled over and mumbled with a sniffle. She had fallen asleep in a daze when it was almost dawn, and although she had an extra thick feather pillow, the bedpan still hurt all over her body after all, so it was sleepiness that made her fall asleep. And the female voice she heard was automatically taken by Erin as her roommate telling her to get up and take her place in the cafeteria.

"Dilly, what did she say?" Kerlina didn't understand the Chinese Erin was speaking and asked Dilly, who had also gotten up and was getting dressed.

Dilly obviously still didn't have that good of ears and shook her head to show that she didn't hear it at all. In fact, she hadn't heard much of Mrs Cooley's shouting just now, it was just the vibration of the door panel being slammed that made Dilly feel it.

"Come on, hurry up! It's all lazier than my cats, and if you don't come out breakfast and lunch won't be ready." This time, Mrs Cooley pushed the door straight open and stood in the doorway yelling at the house. And the corridor behind Mrs Cooley was already ringing with the sound of messy footsteps.

Everyone in this small building had to get up at this time and start a day of intense work, and those who were late would literally go without food and have to do even more work than usual; so Kerlina and Dilly both rushed outside in fear before they could even get their clothes on.

The only one still lying in bed in this room was Erin, except for the fact that because she had slept so late yesterday, she herself liked to sleep in, so in response to Mrs Cooley's yelling, Erin just covered her head with a pillow and rolled over to continue sleeping.

"Says you, the lazy, stupid little wildcat, get up." Mrs Cooley pinched her waist and came straight to the edge of the bed, glancing at Irene who was ignoring her, then she reached out her thick, big hand and slapped Irene hard on her back.

"With a loud bang, Irene felt a hot pain on her back, opened her eyes, turned over and before she could see what had hit her, she was slapped in the face again. This hit is not light, Irene felt half of her face are numb, ears also "buzzing".