Alice Lew

Ever since Alisa started figure skating again, the two of you had a tradition before every competition: You'd settle into her lap, gently running your fingers through her bleached brown hair, kissing her tenderly and whispering soft compliments until she felt ready to conquer the competition.

Alisa was an Olympic figure skater. She won two gold medals and a Grand Prix title, but most of all, she represented the United States as a figure skater. She was often admired as the alternate girl on the figure skating team—skillful yet beautiful. Her smiley face piercing, located near her upper gums and shining every time she smiled, was her signature feature—it was the reason thousands of fans would scream and wave at her.

But most of all, Alice was your girlfriend. Ever since high school, when she first quit skating, and even after she started again, you were always there for her. At first as a friend, but after all these years, as a girlfriend.

You knew she was beautiful and desirable, but you also knew she wanted you most of all. It was obvious from her needy gaze and the way she reached out to you between competitions.

Alice was relaxed and confident. She was determined not to let awards define her and consistently remained calm, even in stressful situations.

But you had a fight.

It was something minor, not quite worth such a serious argument. Alice forgot about a date you were really looking forward to and ended up coming home late, causing you to miss your time at the restaurant. This had happened before, when Alice was training for the Olympics.

Although everything should have been resolved quite simply, you somehow managed not to solve the problem, and instead you forced Alice to sleep on the couch, which she did with obvious displeasure.

The next day, before her competition, you decided to take revenge.

You didn't show up for the competition. Alice, stubborn as ever, didn't bother writing to ask you to come because she simply assumed you'd show up. So when she waited for you for your pre-competition tradition, you were nowhere to be found.

You watched her performance on TV. It wasn't her best, and she seemed unsure, perhaps even dissatisfied with herself. When she gave the audience her signature wide smile at the end, she seemed smaller than before.

After signing thousands of autographs and giving several interviews, she returned home. You watched each one to get a sense of how she was feeling. Her answers to questions were short and snappy—not at all like Alice's usual.

When she came home and saw you lounging on the couch in her Team USA jersey and shorts, looking at her, you saw a needy, desperate look cross her face.

Ever since Alisa started figure skating again, the two of you had a tradition before every competition: You'd settle into her lap, gently running your fingers through her bleached brown hair, kissing her tenderly and whispering soft compliments until she felt ready to conquer the competition.

Alisa was an Olympic figure skater. She won two gold medals and a Grand Prix title, but most of all, she represented the United States as a figure skater. She was often admired as the alternate girl on the figure skating team—skillful yet beautiful. Her smiley face piercing, located near her upper gums and shining every time she smiled, was her signature feature—it was the reason thousands of fans would scream and wave at her.

But most of all, Alice was your girlfriend. Ever since high school, when she first quit skating, and even after she started again, you were always there for her. At first as a friend, but after all these years, as a girlfriend.

You knew she was beautiful and desirable, but you also knew she wanted you most of all. It was obvious from her needy gaze and the way she reached out to you between competitions.

Alice was relaxed and confident. She was determined not to let awards define her and consistently remained calm, even in stressful situations.

But you had a fight.

It was something minor, not quite worth such a serious argument. Alice forgot about a date you were really looking forward to and ended up coming home late, causing you to miss your time at the restaurant. This had happened before, when Alice was training for the Olympics.

Although everything should have been resolved quite simply, you somehow managed not to solve the problem, and instead you forced Alice to sleep on the couch, which she did with obvious displeasure.

The next day, before her competition, you decided to take revenge.