Heather's Last Day Part 3
As Heather drove towards her home she stopped humming as the feeling of triumph
began to fade and she started to wonder what to do next. She had successfully
turned the tables on Miss Grey, now locked naked in her car boot, but didn't
know what her next move was going to be. As she wracked her brains it occurred
to her that Miss Grey had fully intended to leave her stranded naked at the
supermarket and she began to feel more than a little bit angry. Then she got
stuck in the last of the evening traffic which always made her angry so by the
time she turned onto the road that crossed the local park she was in a
particularly foul mood. Half way across the Park which was more of a Common, due
to there being very few trees, she saw the large car park that was provided for
recreational purposes. At weekends it was usually full of families out for
walks, people exercising their dogs and so on but on a dark mid week evening it
was empty. A sudden flash of inspiration crossed Heather and she swung the car
sharp left into the car park and then drove to the corner furthest from the road
where she stopped and turned off the engine. She was about to get out when she
saw Miss Grey's shopping on the seat next to and out of some strange sort of
curiosity she could not resist seeing what was in it. Picking it up she opened
it and saw that it contained only a loaf of bread, some eggs and a large bag of
flour. Heather became annoyed again, Miss Grey had deliberately left her in the
supermarket car park and spent ages in the shop just to humiliate her further.
"The bitch," she muttered as she opened the car door, got out, and strode
purposely round to the rear of the car. Pulling the tailgate up she looked into
back of the car and saw Miss Grey lying there illuminated only by the small boot
light.
"Heather!" Miss Grey began.
"Shut up," Heather snapped, "And get out of the car."
"Please Heather," Miss Grey whined, "Can I have some clothes?"
"No you can't, Miss Grey," Heather replied curtly, "There's only one set and I'm
keeping them."
"Oh!" Miss Grey moaned
"And while I remember," Heather continued, "You can call me Miss Graham from now
on," Heather smiled as Miss Grey nodded in acknowledgement.
"Good," she added and then a thought struck her. "What's your first name?
Calling you Miss Grey seems a little inappropriate in your current situation."
"Susan," Miss Grey whispered, somewhat fearful of Heather.
"Right then, Susan, get out of this car."
Miss Grey slowly and stiffly extracted herself from the car boot and finally
stood in front of Heather. Despite the near darkness she still tried to cover
herself as she looked about.
"Where are we, Heath... I mean Miss Graham?" she corrected herself.
"In the middle of the park, Susan," Heather answered making sure she emphasized
the name Susan. After all she had never know Miss Grey's first name all the time
she had worked for her.
"Why are we h.. h.. here," Miss Grey stuttered knowing that she was not going to
like the answer.
"Because this is as far as you're going by car," Heather told her.
"NO!" Miss Grey cried and dropped to her knees in front of Heather.
"Yes," Heather answered amused by the desperate look on her face. "You can walk
from here, I take it you know the way to my house?"
Miss Grey pleaded and begged. "You can't make me walk to your house naked," she
wailed and started to cry. Normally Heather would have felt some sympathy, but
the naked, tearful woman grovelling in front of her had earlier stripped her and
then planned to leave her naked at the supermarket. Miss Grey would have shown
her no mercy if she hadn't managed to gain the upper hand so she had no
intention of letting her off the hook now. Heather looked down.
"Shut up and listen," she ordered and Miss Grey still sniffing gazed up at her
through tearful eyes, "and don't interrupt!" she finished.
A small moan came from Miss Grey before Heather went on.
"You walk to my flat where I will leave your car, and business records, outside,
I'll leave the keys on top of the driver's side front tyre so you don't have to
come knocking. Understand?"
"Yes Miss Graham," Miss Grey replied and then added more desperately,
"Please can I have something to wear? Anything, please."
"Anything?" Heather teased her
"Yes anything," Miss Grey nodded in agreement.
"Hang on a second," Heather replied and went round to the passenger side of the
car as Miss Grey's hopes soared that she might get some clothing after all.
Heather returned moments later carrying the shopping bag. Miss Grey still on her
knees watched in puzzlement as Heather put the bag on the car roof and took out
the eggs. She opened the carton took one out and quick as a flash broke it over
Miss Grey's head.
"Noo" Miss Grey squealed as the raw egg ran down her hair. She instinctively put
her hands on her head and they of course got covered as well.
"Please, stop!" Miss Grey begged as the second egg broke over her head closely
followed by the third. She shook her head wildly which just spread the goo
further. By the time the sixth and last had been broken over Miss Grey the raw
eggs were running down her body and she didn't help matters by trying, in a
futile effort, to wipe them off with her hands. In actual fact all she succeeded
in doing was to spread it even more as she howled, "You cow."
"Language," Heather tutted, as she picked up the bag of flour and without Miss
Grey seeing, moved up wind of her She then ripped opened the packet and emptied
the contents over the forlorn Miss Grey's head and quickly stepped back as the
flour settled.
Miss Grey screamed in horror as the flour stuck to all the raw egg on her body.
"Oh god," she cried and shook her head causing more of the flour to fall and
coat her body, "You rotten fucking bitch."
This momentarily startled Heather as she looked down at the flour and egg
covered Miss Grey, she had never heard her swear before.
"Well, you wanted something to wear," she laughed as Miss Grey began to struggle
to her feet. Heather slipped by her and got into the car; quickly starting the
engine she spun the wheel and headed back to the main road.
"Don't forget" she called, "I'll leave the car outside my flat," and drove off
"Come back," Miss Grey cried and tried to run after the car. But she stopped,
knowing it was hopeless, and watched in despair as it joined the traffic and
disappeared. Miss Grey, who had started the day as a confident well dressed
business woman was now dumped naked, covered in flour and eggs in the middle of
a park. She sank to the ground and beat the car park with her fists in
frustration.
Miss Grey knelt there for about ten minutes by which time she had regained her
composure and to some extent her clinical business mind so as she finally hauled
herself to her feet she was able to assess her situation. She reckoned it was
about two miles to Heather's flat, about a mile through the park and another
mile through a housing estate. The first bit was easy, it being dark and there
was unlikely to be anybody else in the park, whilst the second half through the
estate she didn't fancy at all. She also considered what she was going to do
about getting even with Heather but then concluded that she, herself, had
started the events that led to her being in this mess. Therefore she decided the
beat course of action was to get to her car, get dressed and go home. Once there
she could get cleaned up and forgetting all about Heather would probably be for
the best.
She set off across the park, keeping some distance from the still moderately
busy main road. She made good progress, although she frequently winced or cursed
as her bare feet came into contact with a rock or twig. Being a dark cloudy
night she couldn't see very well but knew that conversely nobody would be able
to see her. It was only as she approached the edge of the park that she started
to become self conscious and involuntarily started to crouch more as she walked
and cover herself with her hands and arms. As she got close to the road at the
edge of the park Miss Grey realized she had come out at more or less the right
place, she recognized the corner shop where one had to turn to get to Heather's
flat. A car pulled away from it as she watched and even several minutes later
there was no other sign of activity so she decided it was now or never. She
moved closer to the road and the shop until she was hiding behind the last tree
there was and only about 50 yards away. Still nothing seemed to be happening so
she took a deep breath and came out from behind the tree. She adopted a
crouching sort of run with an arm across her breasts but had barely covered 15
yards when she tripped over something and fell head first into a pile of leaves.
Miss Grey quickly regained her feet, only to find she now had dead leaves stuck
to her as well as flour and eggs. She cursed Heather as she ran.
She reached the edge of the park and was half way across the road when to her
horror two youths walked out of the shop. She stopped dead in a tracks right in
the middle of the road, frozen to the spot, almost like a deer caught in car
headlights. She stood there motionless watching the youths as they opened the
tins of beer they had just bought. Both in jeans and tee shirts with close
cropped hair they were not the types Miss Grey would have wanted to tangle with
even if she was fully clothed One of the youths raised his tin and tipped his
head back to take a swig but as he did he caught sight of the naked flour
covered women stood in the road. He stopped dead and stared which resulted in
him pouring a fair proportion of the contents of his tin down his front. He
thought he must be seeing things at first but the damp feeling down his tee shit
brought him to his senses and he nudged his mate without taking his eyes off of
Miss Grey. The nudge caused the other youth to spill his beer.
"What the fu...." he shouted and then stopped as he saw Miss Grey.
At this point Miss Grey instinctively decided it was time to go and took to her
heels and ran. The two youths immediately gave chase, they didn't really know
why, it just seemed the right thing to do and after all it wasn't every day you
came across a naked woman. Miss Grey ran as fast as she could she ran down
several roads turning the corners at the end of them in an attempt to lose her
pursuers. She could hear them calling after her which just spurred her on and it
wasn't long before the cries began to get fainter Eventually she dodged into a
garden and hid behind a hedge. Gasping for breath she tried not to make too much
noise whilst at the same time listening for the youths. Fortunately for her they
were two hopelessly unfit specimens and had given up the chase several minutes
before Miss Grey came to a halt. Once she was convinced they were not following
she carefully came out from her hiding place and looked around. Anxiety began to
gnaw at her as she made her way to the end of the road she was in and looked for
the name of it. She found it and read it with ever growing despair. "Bristol
Avenue" it said and it dawned on Miss Grey that she had no idea where she was.
She knew the way to Heather's house from the shop but that was it, she had been
so preoccupied with losing the youths she had taken no notice whatsoever of
where she was going. She decided to retrace her steps to the shop thinking that
she would be able to find her way back from there so she set off in what she
thought was the right direction.
Seconds later a car appeared and she quickly crouched down behind a parked van
until it had passed. Miss Grey never got to the shop, for two hours she trailed
around the streets not really knowing where she was, frequently hiding from
passing cars and occasionally even having to avoid the odd pedestrian. She was
tired cold and hungry and her feet were very sore when she came to yet another
road end. Mournfully she looked for its name, "Clifford Road" her half numb
brain registered as she started to cross to carry on along the road she was
already on. Then it struck her and she looked again just to be sure, "Clifford
Road", that was where Heather lived!
With renewed vigour she set off down the road looking for her car, knowing that
Heather lived in about the middle. Miss Grey had never felt so relieved as when
she spied her car parked outside Heather's house. She ran up to the car and
crouching down went round to the drivers side front wheel arch where she felt on
top of the tyre. This was where Heather had said she would leave the keys and it
was a relief when she felt them. She grabbed them and still crouching opened the
car door before slipped inside. Before pulling the door shut she had a quick
look round the interior whilst the light was still on.
"Shit!" she said out loud to herself when she realized that Heather hadn't left
her clothes. Pulling the door closed she toyed with the idea of going up to
Heather's flat to see if she could persuade Heather to give her them back. Then
she thought it was unlikely Heather would so instead she put the key in the
ignition and started the engine, driving home nude would not be that bad and in
her state she would ruin any clothes anyway.
Heather looked out of her window when she heard the engine start and remained
there as the Miss Grey drove off. She then turned round and picked up the mobile
phone she had found in Miss Grey's bag. She dialled a three digit number and a
few seconds later said "Police". A short pause followed as she was connected
before she continued, "Hello, I wish to report a car that has just been
stolen......................"
The End
