Chapter 57 - Alex And The Hobo Husband

Chapter - 57

Alex was left standing alone in front of the restaurant with Karen clinging to his arm. He didn't know what to do now. Either they left his bike here and hitch a cab to her home, take Karen back with him to his house, or he called Martha and told her that he would be staying out in a hotel today. But how will he explain the last two choices to his parents? George, for one, would be very much pleased, but he was not sure about Martha.

Confused about the course of action, Alex decided to think along his way to the parking lot. He grabbed hold of Karen by her waist and stumbled along with her to the parking.

With great difficulty, Alex almost dragged her to where his bike was parked.

"How the fuck can they leave you behind all to myself?" Alex talked to himself as he gasped for air. Then he looked at Karen in his arms, all wobbly, ready to hit the ground any moment.

He had no idea how he was going to get her back home, but one thing was sure, he wasn't going to leave his bike behind. His one hand made its way down to her butt, and in one fell swoop, he lifted her and made her sit on his bike.

But that was not easy, well making her sit was easy, but with her legs on either side of the bike, the sight in front of him gave him a hard-on. Karen's skirt slipped over her knees, and her stockings were clearly visible. Alex had the urge to feel those smooth legs but still maintaining his sanity and the looks of the passerby, he quickly dumped his thoughts.

Slowly he also got on the bike and took off his jacket. He wrapped the jacket around her and tied the sleeves in front of him so as to not let her fall. got her to sit behind him on the bike.

He rode the bike slowly out of the parking to the main road. On the road too, he was way below the speed limit. Along the way, there were times when Karen almost fell sideways, but Alex somehow managed to keep her on the bike. Alex made her wrap her arms around his waist while, with one hand, he held her. The 'Springville' restaurant was quite close to her home, but the ride, which should have taken no more than fifteen minutes, took more than double the time.

When Alex stopped his bike in front of her apartment building, he stared at her apartment, 'Umhh... this is going to be hard,' he thought to himself.

He undid the knot of his jacket, and with great difficulty, helped her get off the bike carefully. He counted the floors he had to climb with Karen, and then with a sigh, grabbed her by the waist as he began to walk towards the entrance. There were onlookers, who when saw the wobbly, drunk Karen stumble her way home in the arms of a young man, began to gossip among themselves. Alex couldn't say, but he hoped that someone from the group may come forward and give him a hand.

With great effort, Alex finally reached her apartment. He wanted to just princess carry her or make her hop on her back, but he remembered how awkward and unwilling to be seen with Alex last time.

He rang the bell, and soon a man with unruly hair and uneven and overgrown beard opened the door. The man was wearing extremely short shorts that were more like boxers, a wrinkled t-shirt with flip flops, and scratching his groins. The man was way below Karen's standard. He looked more like a hooligan.

"You are?" The man asked.

"Are you chief Karen's husband?" Alex looked at the man as he scanned him from top to bottom, 'Chief's choice can't be this bad, can it be?' Alex thought to himself.

"Yes, I am. By the way, is she my wife?" The man replied, but when he looked at the woman in Alex's arm, he asked.

"I believe so" Alex nodded unwillingly.

"Why are you holding her like that?" The man asked with suspicion.

"I am sure you can smell that she reeks of booze. I am just here dropping her home, and now if you don't mind, please move aside," Alex gave the man a rude reply and pushed him aside as he walked inside the apartment with Karen.

"Hold on man... Where do you think you are going?" The man followed him and stood in his way.

"I am taking her to her room," Alex said, not backing down a bit in front of that boorish, filthy eyesore.

"Why do you need to do that? Hand her over to me. I can take her to the room," The man said as he tried taking Karen from Alex's hand.

Alex prevented the man from touching Karen, "No, thanks, but I don't trust you with her," Alex said as she slapped away the man's hand.

"Excuse me...". The man was left speechless. This boy could not trust him with his own wife.

"Sure, you are excused," Alex said and walked past him.

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