Commission - Fall From Grace

"Really, this threat has to be taken with the utmost seriousness" remarked the constable, slamming his fist on the table to emphasise his point. "The sheer number of these insurgents that we have uncovered is truly astonishing... I'm afraid to say that intelligence has failed in its job at a catastrophic level and this plot is a very real and credible threat!"

The faces that surrounded the table were as solemn in appearance as they were notable, the Prime Minister as well as high ranking members of parliament, the nation's top security specialists and most importantly the Queen herself. It was Her Majesty that broke the silence.

"So essentially no-one knows why they want us dead, no-one knows who they are and what their plans are. All you have are poorly coded messages to go on?"

"With all due respect Ma'am, the incidents at Sandringham, Balmoral and St James's just this morning would prove that this group of anti-royalists are not messing around" stated one of the security chiefs "we were lucky that none of the family were present but many lives were still lost, it is imperative that we action evacuation protocols immediately with your consent"


Just as the Queen was about to give her consent another of her trusted security officials piped up. "I'm sorry to be so bold Ma'am, but with the unforeseen level of intrusion these insurgents have managed to achieve, perhaps the standard evacuation protocols would place the Royal family in even further peril"

"How do you mean Johnson?"

"Well the fact that they were able to infiltrate not one but three of the family's secure residencies on the same day, would it be too far of a stretch to imagine that they would know the location of our evacuation destination and have planned further atrocities to occur upon our arrival?"

The assembled officials murmured amongst themselves as if in agreement with Johnson's theory.

"So, then what do you propose we do?"

"Well I believe if the government could push through emergency property seizure laws, the Royal family should be split up with their own security forces and their own temporary accommodation until we can get to the bottom of this plot."

There was a moment of silence before the Queen spoke once again, turning to the Prime Minister and the leader of the opposition.

"See to it that these laws are passed as soon as possible, call an emergency meeting of parliament to thrash this out" she then turned to her head of security "find adequate locations straight away, none of us can be put in harm's way am I understood?"

"Yes Ma'am" said the assembled officials en masse.



Within the hour a cavalcade of unmarked vehicles hurried away their occupants to the selected safehouses. Every single member of the Royal family had been conveyed the plan to relocate, from the Queen herself to those far down the line of succession such as Zara Tindall.

Those who could claim the throne, should anything happen, found themselves on the way to far higher security safehouses than those who weren't 'of royal blood'. For those that had married into the family the plan was a different one altogether, and it was a controversial one at that.




'Hiding in plain sight' was the phrase that the security officer had used when relaying the plans to the Duchess of Cambridge who now sat in the back of her private vehicle, nothing more than a regular London black cab in order not to draw attention to her.

She sat teary eyed, already missing her husband and children, of course, being second, third and fourth in line for the throne respectively, there was no way she could join her husband – William, The Duke of Cambridge and their children George and Charlotte – The Prince and Princess of Cambridge, no way according to this special plan "concocted by nitwits" she thought, "who could possibly think it would be a good idea to separate young children from their mother?!"

"Please try not to worry Ma'am" spoke the obviously concerned official, "all this will be over before you know it and you'll be reunited with the young Prince and Princess"

Catherine tried to smile a response but her sorrow was far too great.



Before long they had arrived at their destination – Balfron Tower. A high-rise block of flats in the London borough of Tower Hamlets. Every precaution was taken as they whisked Catherine inside and into the lift. It smelt strongly of urine and looked like it hadn't been given a proper clean in months if not years. Catherine turned her nose up in disgust as one of her accompanying officials pressed the button for the 26th floor, the top floor. Huge security guards stood in front of Catherine so that even if the lift should stop at any other floor, no-one would see who was travelling in it.

Once they had reached the top floor the ensemble made their way a short way down the corridor and into one of the flats. It was larger than Catherine had imagined it would be but still smaller than any abode she had ever lived in, even her accommodation during her schooling had been larger. Still, it was homely and you could tell whoever had lived there had tried their best to make it look as good as possible on what Catherine imagined wasn't a great deal of money.

"Who lived here?" She asked one of the security officers.

"A single mum and her young daughter Ma'am"

"Where are they now?"

"Well I imagine they feel like they've won the Lotto Ma'am, an all-expenses paid cruise, all their bills paid here for the duration, all they have to do is keep quiet about it. Bet they're glad they were home when the scouting team came knocking this morning."

"Yes, I'm sure" replied Catherine looking around the flat. You could tell it had been vacated in a hurry, washing up left in the sink, clothes still in the dryer, even the evidence of a half-eaten breakfast remained on the kitchen table. "They must have been hurried out wearing the clothes on their backs and nothing else" she thought to herself.

"Please excuse the mess Ma'am, we'll have this looking a little more presentable as soon as possible"

"There's no rush" she replied wistfully, "as long as my family and I are safe, that is what is paramount."



The Duchess spent the rest of the day at a loss of what to do with herself. She had been forbidden by the head of security from contacting her family or from even using her mobile phone in case it had been compromised. Very much like the family that had lived in this apartment until this morning, she herself had been whisked away without anything in the way of personal belongings and found herself becoming quite bored. She had been assured that some home comforts would be procured for her at the nearest possible convenience but priority naturally had to be given to adding temporary security improvements to the council flat.

She couldn't even use the television until it had been thoroughly checked for "God knows what" she thought "no-one could have known I'd be coming here today so how could they have planted anything?!" Instead she found herself perusing the personal effects of the previous occupiers.

The family were obviously on a low income as evidenced by their furnishings and electrical appliances, mass produced and attempting to give off an appearance that they were worth more than they were, cheap imitations in some circumstances, in others it was standard catalogue fare. There was even one of those 'Live, Laugh, Love' etchings on the wall of the main bedroom. Catherine stifled a giggle on seeing this and reminded herself that this family had given up their home so that she could be safe.

Walking through the child's bedroom she surmised that the girl must have been quite a bit younger than her children, a toddler at best. She had another tearful moment and wondered when it would be that she would next see her loved ones.

She finally came to rest on the sofa in the living room. As security officials busied themselves around her she amused herself by leafing through a copy of 'Heat' magazine. She wouldn't normally even entertain the idea of picking up such a rag, finding it to be full of utter dross. "Really, who cares enough about the Rooney's and their offspring to buy a magazine dedicated to them?" She thought to herself as she mindlessly flicked through the vapid articles.

Everyone in the flat was bought to their senses with the ringing of the doorbell.

Officials looked at each other as if to question how to proceed when the doorbell went again.

The Duchess became alarmed when this was followed by a banging on the door.

"Cassie!"

A man's voice shouted from the other side of the door before banging again.

"Cassie! Come on, open the door! I heard ya banging around in there!"

The head of security motioned for everyone to stay silent.

"Ah fuck ya then, ya stuck up cow. See if I care!" And with that it appeared that whoever was on the other side of the door had decided to depart.

"Don't worry Ma'am, sound proofing is our top priority" stated one of the workmen

"Make sure it is" replied the Duchess.



Before long the security officials had done their job of securing the premises and the group departed en masse leaving behind just a couple of bodyguards for the duchess, they would be the point of contact with the task force director, allowing her to know any news on the operation.

Amongst the excitement of the day, hunger had been pushed to the back of everyone's minds but now Catherine realised just how hungry she was. It was far too late in the evening to have a delivery bought in from Waitrose and she couldn't send either of the bodyguards to collect food for fear of her safety. It was decided that she'd rather not try the local takeaway fare and instead tried her luck with whatever food the family had left behind in the freezer.

And so, it was that Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge settled down to her meal of fish fingers, beans and oven chips. "How unusual" she thought, the truth being that she hadn't had a fish finger since her days at uni.

"Sorry it's not to your usual standards Ma'am but it's all I could cobble together, I guess they needed to go shopping."

"It's quite alright Henry, a little change never hurt anyone" she smiled.



Once the evening meals were eaten the Duchess decided to retire for the evening, she would take the main bedroom while the bodyguards would take turns sleeping in the child's bedroom while the other remained on duty. The duchess however couldn't sleep, she'd already spent time perusing through the personal effects of the family so decided to venture out onto the apartment's balcony. The security officials had already made sure that the area was quite secure and the Duchess was free to use the balcony as she saw fit. She took the opportunity to get some fresh air and look out over the city.

As she gazed she thought of her family, where were they? Were they even still in London? She was about to tear up again when she was roused from her sorrow.

"Y'alright Cass?" A voice came from somewhere behind her, "avin a crafty fag while the little un's asleep ay?"

 On turning around the Duchess found that the voice came from what must have been the families' neighbour, startled, she had no clue what to do next.

"You're not Cass!" Said the man abruptly "what's goin on ere then? Where's Cass and little Tracey?"

Before she could answer the man spoke again.

"Ey I knows you! Yous that Kate Middleton aint ya? Man! Wait til I tell me mates I was talkin to the next Queen! They won't believe it! Ang on, lemme grab me phone and we can ave a selfie!"

"No! Please!" The Duchess squeaked out "it's a must that my presence here remains a secret!"

She watched as the unkempt man pondered the situation he was in. He was dressed in a pair of ratty jogging bottoms and a vest that she surmised used to be white but it was obvious that it had seen better days even in this dim light.

"Why shouldn't I tell me mates? What's in it for me?" He finally asked.

"Well for one thing it's a matter of national security, if it were to leak that I was here it could put my safety in jeopardy. You would be serving your country by keeping my location a secret"

He thought it over for a second before declaring "Nah what else yous got?"

Getting a little rattled the Duchess replied "well secondly, I'd have returned inside before you could return with your phone and I'd have informed one of my personal security guards that there happened to be a threat to national security just next door. I'm not sure what the sentence would be for threatening 'the next Queen' as you put it but I'm sure it wouldn't be lenient"

"Okay, okay! Yous got me! I don't need no problems with the feds!"

"No, I didn't think so" replied the Duchess triumphantly.

"There is one thing though?" Asked the neighbour "you reckon we could chat some while yous ere? Ya know so like after all dis is over an dat an years from now I can tell me kids I used to chat to the Queen an that?"

"And you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Not under dem threats yous just give me nah mate"

"Very well, I shouldn't see a problem in us conversing once in a while"

"Bangin! Names Liam by the way"

"Well I tend to go by Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge but I guess you can continue to call me Kate"

"Yes, your majesty" replied Liam with a bow

Kate rolled her eyes and walked back inside "goodnight Liam".



The next morning Kate awoke to the sound of drum n bass blaring through the floorboards from the flat beneath. She had slept in the previous occupier's nightwear, thankfully it was clean and they happened to be the same size. It was nothing like anything she would normally wear but it would make do under the circumstances. Blearily she made her way to the bathroom, dressed in her borrowed robe.

"Good morning Ma'am"

"Is it?" She replied quite grumpily. Her mood didn't improve when she returned from having a shower to find that no-one had been able to acquire any of her personal effects.

"So what exactly am I supposed to do?" She enquired

"The call has come down that you're to make do with whatever is here unless it's a complete emergency and then one of us will have to go and get it, we've arranged a food delivery already Ma'am"

In a huff she returned to the bathroom and managed to find an unused toothbrush, she brushed her teeth and dried her hair, with none of her usual products she decided to forgo styling it and simply tied it back.

Then came the arduous task of finding something to wear. While she and the woman who lived here shared a comparable size, their taste in clothing couldn't be further apart. All Kate could seem to find in the wardrobe were sportswear and party dresses. Finally, she settled on a vest top and a pink velour tracksuit, she didn't feel entirely comfortable wearing someone else's underwear but at least it was clean.



She made her way through to the kitchen to find a breakfast of cornflakes and orange juice. "Well at least this isn't a change" she thought to herself. Once she had finished eating she consulted with one of her guards, "so what now?"

"Well we just have to sit tight until all of this blows over"

"And how long is that going to be?!"

"No way of saying Ma'am"

"So I'm just stuck here with nothing to do but watch television?!"

"Looks that way I'm afraid Ma'am"

"Well that's just great! I just get to sit here and fester for God knows how long until you incompetent fools can figure out who is targeting my family!"

With that she stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her, walking out onto the balcony in frustration.

"Eyy thought I heard you Princess, kickin threads!"

"Not now Liam, and I'm not a Princess anyway"

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's no bother, nothing to concern yourself with"

"Well if yous want to talk or anythink yous got a friend here you know"

This bought a smile to Kate's face. "That's very kind of you Liam"

"Anything for you your majesty" grinned Liam. Kate pondered for a moment before replying.

"I just feel so trapped here, I have nothing to do and no-one to talk to"

"Except me" interjected Liam

"Except you of course, but I can't talk to my friends or family, I can't use the internet, they expect me to just sit in there and watch Jeremy Kyle!"

"Ey my mate Gav was on Jeremy Kyle, it's all fake you know. Anyways, why don't you make a run for it?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You know, do a runner"

"And go where exactly?"

"I dunno" shrugged Liam "why don't you come round ere and then we can decide from there?"

Kate weighed it up in her head, she was thoroughly bored but she barely knew this Liam, she surmised that should he try anything untoward that the bodyguards would hear through the paper-thin walls of the flat.

"Okay" she said giddily "go and open your front door, I'll sneak past the guard and rush in"

"Yes, your royal Duchess" he replied with a mock bow.

As Kate thought, it was rather easy to sneak past the guard, while one was asleep the other was busying himself watching daytime television. She eased the latch on the door and just like that she was free. Liam closed his front door behind her and ushered her into an identical flat to the one she had just escaped from.

"So, yous want a cup of tea or somethink?" Asked Liam.



"Yes, thanks" replied Kate

"Go and make yourself at home Princess, me mum's out at work so we's got the place to ourselves"

"Not a Princess" shouted Kate as Liam had already left the living room for the Kitchen, she took a seat on the sofa and took in her surroundings, while the structure may have been identical the contents were slightly different, the sofa she sat on had seen better days, the wallpaper had taken on a slightly yellow tinge and there was the unmistakable smell of cigarettes that permeated the flat.

"Put two sugars init for ya, keep yous sweet" announced Liam as he returned from the kitchen and handed Kate a mug of tea. Kate normally only had the one sugar but didn't think it was worth mentioning in the circumstances.



"You know, yous ain't bad looking ya know" remarked Liam out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry?!" Replied Kate, not quite believing someone had the gall to make such a comment.

"Loads of me mates are all about your sista, wouldn't shut up bout her arse at yous wedding but I was like nah Kates bangin man, not me normal type but she's got something ya know"

Kate found it quite refreshing that someone was being as open and honest with her as Liam was, she was used to the fakes and phonies that came along with being in a certain social standing. For some reason Liam's statement piqued her interest.

"So, what is your usual type?" She asked earnestly as she sipped on her tea.

"The girls round ere ya know, they got it goin. They's be a bit chubby but like they don't care or nuffink, like yous sista's arse is fine an all but I likes em a bit more ya know, in ya face. Big tits and all the gear an that, like yous got that tracky on and it's boss but ya know ya gotta av the whole package."

Unbeknownst to either of them Kate's backside and boobs and swelled just a little as Liam was going on about his ideal girl.

"I see" smiled Kate as she finished her tea, thoroughly amused by Liam's description "so what's the plan, where should we go?" She asked.

"Well we could go down the cafe, me mum works there an that"

"Do you think that's wise? What if I'm recognised?"

"Well yous could do your makeup different an that, yous already got different clothes on, no-ones gonna think it's you"

"I don't have makeup with me" replied Kate

"Borrow some off me mum, she won't mind ya know, it's all in da bathroom, just try and blend in yeah?"

Suddenly, a mischievous thought popped into Kate's head as she walked into the bathroom, putting on an accent she spouted "I could pretend to be ya girlfriend yeah?"

Liam simply replied "Bangin" and snapped his fingers.



"Whatever made me think to say such a thing?" Thought Kate as she peered at herself in the bathroom mirror. Liam's mother's makeup was all on a cabinet in there just as he had said and so she started to transform herself into the sort of young lady she surmised Liam would associate himself with according to his description.

She first worked on her hair, scraping it back into a higher ponytail and blasting it with hairspray, securing it with a scrunchie, achieving a classic 'Croydon Facelift' look. What she hadn't noticed were the prominent blonde highlights that now adorned her previously natural brunette locks.

Her face was next, she applied a decent amount of the 'Golden Tan' foundation which was a terrible mismatch for her pale complexion and at first left quite obvious tidemarks but as she continued to apply her makeup – pastel lip gloss and lip liner and the thickest application of mascara she had ever seen, she failed to notice the rest of her skin darken to match the ridiculous orange colour she had applied to her face. She finished her makeup with a liberal application of baby blue eyeshadow.

"I look like a bleeding clown" she thought to herself, just then she spied a gold clown pendant on a chain discarded on the sink. "In for a penny, in for a pound" she thought to herself as she fastened it around her neck. She also took her pick of what appeared to be Liam's mum's jewelry box – why it was in the bathroom she hazard to guess but nevertheless picked out a couple of sovereign rings and some large hoop earrings to wear, running the latter under the tap for hygiene as she was sure they had never been cleaned. Just as she was about to exit the bathroom she spotted a package of press-on nails in the same pastel pink she had placed on her lips.

She quickly applied them as she heard Liam shout from outside "what's takin so long man?! We's goin or what?!"

Kate opened the bathroom door as she shouted "cool your jets bruv, ey is ya mum gonna be ok wid me takin dese nails? I think they look mint"

Liam was gob smacked as he took in the visage of The Duchess of Cambridge "Oh my days!" He shouted, "you's right, you be looking fit missus! Nah she won't mind she only got em in Poundland, I'll get her some more when I get me Universal Credit."

The growth spurt that had affected Kate's breasts and posterior earlier hadn't abated and she now sported a small layer of fat all over her body, nothing noticeable in the baggy sportswear she was currently attired in but it had the effect of making her face seem several years younger.

Liam had been staring at her for a moment when she broke the silence, "we goin to this cafe or what?"

"Yeah, yeah lemme just grab me cap yeah?" He knew something was off about the Duchess but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.



As the couple exited Liam's flat they made sure to be extra quiet, not wanting to alert the otherwise occupied bodyguard on the other side of the wall. Before long they were down the corridor and in that same pissy smelling lift that Kate had ridden in yesterday.

It was a long enough journey to the ground floor that Kate felt the need to fill the silence.

"So Liam, do you have a real girlfriend?" She asked

"I was seeing Tulisa from round ere but I found out she was shagging Tony behind me back" replied Liam solemnly.

"Aww, chin up" remarked Kate "Yous got a new girlfriend now ain't ya? She said jokingly

"Yeah" laughed Liam "ow about yous though, yous gotta be missing Prince charming and that ain't ya?"

Kate thought for a moment, she missed her family terribly but at least this charade was taking her mind off of the situation.

"Yeah I am but let's not talk about it eh? Let's enjoy the day"

"Yeah sorted" replied Liam



It was only a short walk to the cafe, a real greasy spoon type of establishment. Kate had read about them but had never set foot in one. It was a cheap and cheerful eatery that had been exactly the same for decades. It was populated by what Kate surmised was the regular clientele – an old man with his dog, a couple of builders on a tea break, a couple of grannies in the corner and a trio of young mums with their pushchairs.

Before long they were greeted my Liam's mum shouting from behind the counter.

"Y'alright Liam son? Av a seat and I'll come take yer order"

Liam directed Kate over to an empty table, the surface which was wipe clean linoleum and had four plastic chairs attached to it via metal bars. Kate took a seat and scanned her surroundings in near wonder before she was interrupted by Liam.

"Chillout yeah? Yous sposed to be blending in not gawpin at everythink"

"Oh, right, yeah, sorry" replied Kate

"And pack that in, girls round ere ain't sorry for nuffink"

"I's got it alright?!" Snapped Kate

"That's better" beamed Liam.

Just then Liam's mum approached their table.

"And who's this then?"

Kate squirmed in her seat momentarily before Liam answered for her.

"Mum I'd like you to meet me new girlfriend Cassie" he replied casual wrapping his arm around her shoulders "Cassie, this is me mum Kath"

"Oh, we live next door to a Cassie!" Remarked his mum cheerfully "well looks like you've picked a good un this time Liam, you're absolutely gorgeous luv"

Kate smiled sheepishly before Liam squeezed her shoulder as if to remind her to stick to the plan.

"Aww thanks, yous got a lovely son ere" she said before wrapping her arm around Liam's waist. Without warning Liam kissed her full on, roughly probing her mouth with his tongue.

"Ah young love" remarked Liam's mum. "Tell you what, your orders on me today, what you avin?"

 Liam broke off the embrace to answer.

"Two fry ups please mum"

"No problem luv" at that she left the two alone

"And two mugs of tea!" He shouted after her.



"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Asked Kate in a hushed tone, she may be angry but she still didn't want to cause a scene, even in a place like this.

"Chillout babe" replied Liam casually "me mum would think something was up if I didn't kiss me own girlfriend, wouldn't she?"

"Have you forgotten that I'm not really your girlfriend?! I am the Duchess of Cambridge and I should be treated with a certain amount of respect, not manhandled by the likes of you!"

"Not today you ain't princess, today yous my girlfriend and you better start acting it, you wouldn't want dese people getting suspicious n stuff would you?"

Kate momentarily looked around the cafe, her little outburst hadn't caught anyone's attention but Liam was right, someone could recognise her at any moment. She didn't have long to ponder the question before Liam's mum returned with their food, 'Good food served fast!' was the slogan painted on the window – at least it was half right thought Kate as she looked down at her mountainous meal. A couple of sausages, two rashers of bacon, a fried egg, beans, mushrooms, black pudding and a couple of slices of fried bread on the side. Another mug of sweet milky tea accompanied what would be her second breakfast.

Not wanting to offend she dug in. Strangely she didn't feel as full as she thought she would, had she been privy to her current image she might have had a better idea as to why that was. The softened look she had been bestowed earlier had given way to an altogether chubbier appearance. Under the tracksuit she would've seen that her muscle tone had all but vanished, her belly pouched outwards in a manner that was quite similar to after she had given birth to her children, Liam caught a glimpse of it as she reached across the table to grab the salt. Her breasts were straining against her bra and her rear was testing the seat of her tracksuit bottoms.

"Ah, love a girl with a good appetite" remarked Liam's mum as she returned to top up their teas "much better than them skinny bitches"

"Huh?" Answered Kate, her mouth still full, but as soon as she'd arrived she was off filling up other customers mugs.



Not long after the bell above the door chimed again and Liam took on an uneasy posture.

"What's wrong?" Asked Kate in between taking large swigs of her tea.

"Tulisa and Tony just walked in dint they?"

Kate looked up to check out who Liam was talking about before offering her opinion on Tulisa, loud enough that she could hear it.

"Yous used to shag that scrawny bint?! Fuckin 'ell Liam, I feel sorry for ya"

"You fuckin what?!" Spat Tulisa "Where's you pick up this cow Liam? The fucking pound?" Making little sense

"You better watch your fucking mouth you dirty slapper" retorted Kate, Liam had to hold her back as she left her seat aggressively "I catch you near my bloke and I'll scratch your fucking eyes out!"

The scuffle was broken up by Liam's mum who interjected

"You two!" Motioning at Tulisa and Tony "Get out! You're barred!"

It was Liam's turn to be surprised this time as Kate sat back down and rammed her tongue down his throat as Tulisa was dragged out of the café by Tony.



Once everything had died down Liam had a word with his mum - "can I borrow a tenner mum?" He asked "I wanna take Cassie to Maccas after"

Liam's mum pulled out her purse "here's twenty luv, treat the girl, that one's a keeper!



On the walk to McDonald's Liam's hand was planted squarely on Kate's spongy arse as she hugged his waist lovingly, having a go at anyone who should have the misfortune to look their way. Liam bought his main squeeze a couple of Big Mac meals and McFlurries having just the one himself, he saved the rest of the money for cheap cider and ciggies.

By the time Kate had finished what was her fourth meal in as many hours squeeze was an accurate description to describe the former Duchess as she was squeezed perilously into her formerly loose-fitting attire. Her thighs looked as though they could burst through the cheap material of her tracksuit bottoms at any moment. Her arse now hung over the edge of her seat as she pressed her meaty body up against Liam's scrawny frame.

Her tiny potbelly was now a fully-fledged gut, as it peeked out from under her tracksuit jacket under the table Liam gave it a quick squeeze. Kate lowered the zip to give him an eyeful of her enlarged breasts as they pushed over the top of her bra's cups and the flimsy top she had put on earlier.

"You feeling frisky lover?" She asked polishing off her second large Coke "meet me in the disabled bogs and we can av some fun eh?"

Liam didn't need two invitations to take her up on the offer.



Naturally it wasn't long before their 'fun' was interrupted and they were thrown out on their ears. It was behaviour very unbecoming of the next Queen of England, caught shagging in the loos at McDonald's, but now Kate was as far away from that as you could imagine.

"Oh fuckin 'ell" she shouted as she sat on the curb "I broke me fuckin bra tryin to put it back on in a hurry, I'll av to go to Primark to get a new one once me benefits come in"

"Never mind that, why don't we go back to mine and we can finish what we started in there?"

Kate – now fully Cassie looked up at her lover, a sultry look on her chubby face, "only if we go via the offy, I'm gasping for a fag!"

"Anythink for you Princess"



The couple got several three litre bottles of cider from the off licence and headed back to Liam's flat.

Cassie gave the bodyguards and police some grief when they tried to question her about any suspicious activity in the area.

"Listen, I just wanna get drunk and fuck me boyfriend alright?!"

And that's exactly what they did, they shagged, got drunk, smoked cigarettes and shagged some more until Liam's mum got home.

"Oh hello Cassie luv, are you staying for dinner?" She asked on seeing her son's new girlfriend in a state of partial undress on their sofa.

"Yeah Kath, I think I might be staying a bit longer than that" she smiled back.



EPILOGUE

The disappearance of the Duchess of Cambridge had been a national tragedy, blamed on the anti-royalist sect that had arisen and caused her to be separated from her family in the first place. The head of national security lost his job for his tragic plan to protect the Royal Family, he was lucky not to get jail time.

None of that mattered of course to Liam and Cassie. After that fateful day Cassie had moved in with Liam and his Mum. Liam even managed to procure a large number of items from the flat next door that the police were investigating for some reason. Cassie was relieved she didn't have to rush off to Primark for new clothes but in future all her fashion needs were met by the high-street chain, the local market knock offs or items 'off the back of a lorry'.

The single mum that used to live next door, whatever her name was, never turned up and her property was declared vacant which was perfect timing as Cassie fell pregnant with her and Liam's first child. She was named Tracey, being born just after the couple moved into the flat.

Cassie sat on the sofa smoking a fag while she breastfed little Tracey, Liam bought her a mug of tea from the kitchen taking in the visage of his fat girlfriend feeding their child, he smiled before giving Cassie a quick snog.

"You think you might want another one someday?" He asked nodding down at his daughter.

"You better fuckin knock me up again cuz I ain't goin back to work yous can believe that!" Replied the former Duchess "Now hurry up and neck yer tea cuz once she's finished suckin on my tit I want a quick shag before we go down the café to see yer mum.

"Fuckin bangin" replied Liam snapping his fingers.