~ Island Dreams ~
by Mavis Applewater
February 2003

Disclaimers: Yes, I know who they look like but, trust me, it isn't them. The characters and story are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted, or sold without the author's permission. Got that, Bucko? If for any reason, real or imagined, you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women in sexual situations, then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material, then do me a huge favor and don't read my work until it is no longer a crime.

A very special thank you goes out to Joanne my beta reader.

As always, this is for Heather.

Robbie yawned before taking another gulp from her cup of coffee while she waited for her passenger. She loved everything about living in the tropical paradise except for the coffee. There was something about java back in the States that made her feel complete. The tall auburn-haired woman felt it was a small price to pay in exchange for living the good life. She would have to have her buddy over in Pago Pago smuggle another pound of her favorite beverage to her after this trip. The fee she would receive from whatever obnoxious tourist needed her services would probably cover the cost.

"Hey, Gautier, where is this guy?" she shouted across the bar to the burly bartender who was kind of enough to set her with passengers every now and then.

Robbie had abandoned life in the States to live in peace and quiet on the small island. She barely made ends meet by flying Americans and other adventurous souls between the island and the nearest airport in the tiny twin-engine plane she owned. She wasn't the best since she only worked when she felt like it or needed the money. Robbie was a professional beach bum and had no desire to be anything else. "Gautier?" she growled again as he wiped down the bar.

"It's a woman," he grunted. "She should be here soon. She's in a real hurry to get off the island."

"Where is the pilot?" a hostile voice barked out from the doorway of the tiny bar.

Robbie yawned as she turned to find a petite brunette standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "Right," Robbie grumbled. "That would be me, ma'am. Robbie Gunner."

"Fine, lets go," the brunette barked indignantly. "And please tell me you're not drunk."

"Bit early for that," Robbie snorted. "Not to worry. Gautier's coffee might kill me but it won't get me drunk. So you need to get back to civilization?"

"Yes, and now would be good," the brunette snapped before spinning on her heels and storming out of the bar.

"Who wears an outfit like that here?" Robbie scoffed. Gautier snorted in agreement.

Robbie stepped out into the morning sunshine to find her Armani-clad passenger glaring at her. She ran her fingers through her shoulder-length hair as her crystal blue eyes took in the mound of luggage piled up on the deck. A tall lanky dark-haired man was standing nervously next to the pile. "You can't take all of that with you," Robbie flatly informed her passenger.

"Excuse me?" the woman snarled.

"Too much weight," Robbie calmly explained with a shrug. "Take what you need and ship the rest."

"Not to worry, sweetheart. I'll take it with me when I fly back," the man offered meekly.

"Fine," the brunette agreed with a hiss that made the man shrink back. "Warren, I'll call you when I get back to L.A. Hopefully I can clean up whatever mess my staff has gotten themselves into. I don't know why I thought I could leave them on their own," she explained in flurry as she grabbed a travel bag, a briefcase, and what appeared to be a large day planner.

Robbie filled out the last notes of her flight plan while the young couple chatted. Well, the brunette talked; the man just nodded his head in response to whatever she was barking at him. "Poor bastard," Robbie muttered under her breath. She turned back towards her arrogant fare. "Ready?" she called out.

"Yes," the woman clipped as she snapped open her day planner and snatched out a platinum credit card. "Here."

"Cash only," Robbie dryly informed her as she slid her Ray Bans on.

"You must be joking," the brunette snarled in a horrified tone.

"Do I look like I am joking?" Robbie yawned.

"Fine, since you are the only pilot available on such short notice. Warren, pay her," the brunette fumed.

"Yes, dear," Warren stammered as he reached into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet.

The brunette tapped her foot impatiently while Warren and Robbie worked out the finances. "All set," Robbie announced as she strutted over to her aging Jeep. She could tell that the smaller woman was less than pleased when she didn't offer to help her with the few belongings she was carrying. Warren dutifully snatched up her things after she gave him an icy glare. The brunette gave the man a chaste peck on the cheek after he helped her up into the Jeep. Robbie simply yawned in disinterest as she glanced at her watch.

Robbie didn't wait until the brunette had made herself comfortable; she simply threw the Jeep in gear and sped off. She bit back a smirk as the small woman bounced around from the sudden jolt. Robbie decided that she wanted to get this trip over as soon as possible and, if she could annoy the brunette along the way, all the better. The evil grin she was sporting grew each time she intentionally hit any bump in the road she could find. By the time she parked her Jeep in the parking lot at the island's only airstrip, her passenger was angrily informing Robbie to do things to herself that the tall woman doubted were physically possible.

"Gunner, what brings you here so early in the day?" Pascal asked as she handed the dark-skinned man her flight plan. "What? Her again?" the older man grumbled as he looked over at the small brunette.

"I see you've met my passenger before," Robbie noted with some amusement.

"Yes," the normally good-natured man responded with a grimace. "She was in late last night looking for a way off the island. Her manner was most unpleasant," Pascal informed her. "You have my sympathy, my friend."

"Need the money," Robbie confessed with an uncaring shrug.

"I fear that you may have to give the lady a refund," he reluctantly admitted as he went over her paperwork.

"What?" Robbie asked. "I filled it out right."

"It isn't your paperwork this time," Pascal responded as he handed her a report from the weather bureau.

"Damn," Robbie grumbled.

"Is there a problem?" the brunette demanded as she marched towards them.

"Charming, isn't she?" Robbie quipped to Pascal. "There's a storm that might be heading this way, so it looks like you're going to enjoy the island's hospitality for a few more days."

"Wait, you said might," the brunette snapped. "So you're not certain that it's coming?"

"No," Robbie admitted. "As good as the weather bureau is, only God knows these things for certain. But I, for one, have no intention of being up in the air when I find out."

"I see." The brunette scowled. "Fine. How much?"

"Excuse me?" Robbie sneered in response.

"How much?" the brunette repeated, slowly enunciating each syllable as if Robbie was a child.

"You're a real piece of work, aren't you, lady?" Robbie hissed as she looked down at the contemptuous little woman. "Listen, Miss . . ." Robbie hesitated, realizing she had no clue to the identity of the infuriating woman who stood before her.

"Genevieve Wilhelmina Carlson Baxter," the small woman arrogantly informed the stunned pilot. Robbie slid her sunglasses slightly down the bridge of her nose and stared at the woman in disbelief. "What?"

"What the hell were your parents thinking?" Robbie inquired seriously.

"I beg your pardon?" the brunette gasped.

"Never mind." Robbie waved her off. "Listen, Wilma, it's too risky to fly."

Having had her say, Robbie stormed out of Pascal's office and headed back to her Jeep. "Now you just wait, you overgrown bully!" Genevieve stormed after her. "I need to get to Majuro."

Robbie had had her fill of the smaller woman's arrogant behavior. "Listen, Wilma, in this part of the world these things happen. Or didn't you bother to research it before you decided to vacation here?" The brunette glared at her as she snapped open her precious day planner and began to pull out a stack of traveler's checks. "You don't get it, do you?" Robbie hissed. "This isn't about money. Even when the weather is good, getting on and off the islands can't be done on a moment's notice. Face facts, Wilma; this isn't Los Angeles." Wilma seemed to ignore her as she began to count out more and more checks. "You know, I find it very interesting that all of sudden you have a wad of cash and earlier you stuck your boyfriend with my fee."

"Fiancée," Wilma corrected her as she continued to count. "And stop calling me Wilma."

"Warren and Wilma. How cute," Robbie snickered. She felt her resolve wavering as her eyes watched the stack of checks grow. It was quickly getting past the level she would normally earn in a year. "It isn't safe," Robbie stammered as the woman pressed the checks into her trembling palm. "Damn," she muttered as the last of her resistance slipped away. "I'm going to regret this," she groaned as she clenched her fingers around the checks.

"Just get me to Majuro and I'll sign them over to you," Wilma bluntly informed her.

The money was too much for Robbie to refuse as she gathered up her wounded prided and led the pesky woman back towards Pascal's office. She couldn't look at him as she slid the flight plan over to him. "Gunner?" Pascal questioned her in a cautioning tone.

"It's only a warning right now," Robbie reasoned pathetically. She knew she was mumbling as she spoke to the older man. The truth was that she was embarrassed. "But if the weather changes, we're landing at the first airstrip I can find," she added as a warning to the sneering brunette.

Once Robbie had her plane safely in the air, the only thing she was grateful for was that her passenger was as little interested in conversation as she was. Midway through the flight, her bliss was disturbed; apparently the brunette had grown bored. "I don't understand," Wilma muttered.

"I'm certain that there's a long list of things you don't understand, Wilma," Robbie grunted in response.

"Stop calling me that," Wilma barked. "I fail to understand why my name is so amusing to someone named Robbie Gunner. Your name sounds like a character from a Clark Gable movie."

"I happen to like my name. That's why I chose it," Robbie chuckled.

"My God, I'm flying with a criminal," Wilma gasped in horror.

"I'm not a criminal," Robbie snapped. "I just didn't like who I was so I changed. You might want to try it."

"Oh, I see. You're like some kind of latent hippy?" Wilma taunted her. "Why else would an American choose to live on that island?"

"Did you stop to look at the island?" Robbie asked incredulously. "And I'm not an American."

"Of course you are," Wilma argued. "Anyone would know you're an American just by listening to you."

"Not according to my passport," Robbie responded gleefully.

"Why do I get the feeling your passport also says your name is Robbie Gunner?" Wilma sneered in disgust.

"My name is Robbie Gunner," the pilot chuckled once again.

"I cannot wait to get Majuro," Wilma hissed in response.

"That makes two of us, Wilma," Robbie groaned in agreement.

Robbie's heart began to pound as the sky suddenly darkened. "Oh crap," she choked out. "Wilma, I need you to listen very carefully and do exactly what I tell you to do."

"I told you to stop calling me that," the brunette fumed.

"Listen, I'll call you Madonna or Princess Grace if you want so long as you listen to me," Robbie stressed as she looked fearfully out to the horizon.

"Why is it so dark?" Wilma questioned her.

Robbie ignored the brunette as she frantically tried to radio the nearest airport. "Ms. Gunner?" Wilma said shakily. Robbie continued to ignore her as she checked her instruments.
"Maybe if I drop lower?" she asked herself out loud as the rain hit the small airplane. "Under your seat there's a life jacket; put it on." The tiny plane dropped suddenly and Robbie fought to control it.

"Are we heading back?" Wilma's voice trembled as she pulled on the life jacket.

"I hope so," Robbie prayed as the storm arose from nowhere, trapping them.

"What do you mean you hope so?" Wilma demanded as she clung to her seat while the small craft jolted up and down. "What the hell is happening?"

Robbie wanted to offer the smaller woman some reassurance. But she was too busy seeking out someplace to land in the middle of the ocean. The violent storm had come up far too quickly and she was losing control of her plane. Then she spied it in the darkness - a small glimmer of land. She had no idea where they were or what she was flying them into but it was the only hope they had. "Buckle up!" Robbie shouted as she fought against the wind and the rain to steer the small airplane towards what looked like trees and sand. A million thoughts rushed through her mind as her beloved plane crashed onto the beach and into the trees. Suddenly everything went black.

Robbie's head was pounding when she finally opened her eyes. She reached up to touch her throbbing temple where a sticky substance greeted the tips of her fingers. She lowered her hand and peered through the darkness to find blood covering her fingers. She rubbed her fingers together and was only slightly relieved when she realized that the blood was beginning to dry.

"I'm alive," she said as the reality hit her. Her thoughts turned to concern for her companion. "Wilma?" she called out as she began to unbuckle her safety harness. A wave of relief washed over her when she heard the strangled moan. Granted, she didn't like the arrogant brunette, but that didn't mean she wanted to kill her. She stumbled as she crawled into the back of the plane. "Wilma?" she repeated in a gentler tone. Robbie's heart skipped a beat as Wilma's eyes slowly blinked open. For a brief moment she was captured by the emerald orbs looking up at her.

"What happened?" Wilma stammered.

"We crashed," Robbie explained as she freed the smaller woman from her restraints.

Wilma groaned as she started to sit up. "Don't move just yet. I want to check you out," Robbie informed her as her hands began to roam along the brunette's body.

"What?" Wilma choked out fearfully.

"I want to make sure you're not injured," Robbie clarified as the earlier resentment she felt towards the brunette began to return in full force. "Does anything hurt?"

"No," Wilma shyly responded.

"Can you move your feet and hands?" Robbie asked.

"Yeah, everything seems to be working," Wilma wearily responded.

"Good," Robbie sighed in relief as she lifted her gaze. Her crystal blue eyes widened as she looked at what should have been the back of the tiny aircraft.

"What is it?" Wilma grunted in an annoyed tone.

Robbie couldn't respond as she looked just past where Wilma was seated and saw the beach. Wilma pushed her aside and climbed out of her seat. "Where's the rest of the plane?" the brunette demanded once her eyes followed Robbie's startled gaze.

"I have no idea," Robbie admitted as she looked around what was left of her airplane. The front was crumpled in some areas and covered by trees. "Skidded right into the trees," Robbie noted as she realized how lucky both of them were to still be in one piece.

"Whatever possessed you to land here?" Wilma demanded.

"It was here or in the middle of the ocean," Robbie explained in an effort to justify her actions, anger welling up inside of her. "I'm going to radio for help," she muttered before climbing back into the cockpit. She wasn't surprise when she discovered that the radio wasn't working. It didn't really matter since she was uncertain as to their location. "At least the storm has passed," she muttered as Wilma plopped down in the seat next to hers.

"When is help coming?" Wilma asked curtly.

"The radio is dead," Robbie informed her as she felt the throbbing in her head growing steadily.

"What?" Wilma snapped in an increasing familiar tone. "How could you do this?"

"Look around you," Robbie shouted as she waved her arms. "The fact that we're walking and talking is a miracle. Half of the plane is gone, the other half crashed into some trees. The only good thing is the storm seems to have passed. We should be dead."

"If the storm is over, then why is it so dark?" Wilma meekly inquired.

"It must be nighttime," Robbie correctly assumed. She glanced at her watch and found it hadn't survived the crash. Disgusted, she removed it from her wrist and tossed it onto the floor of the cockpit.

"What do we do now?" Wilma fearfully inquired.

"Get as comfortable as we can until the morning," Robbie offered. "Then we can try to find out if this is a populated island or even if it is an island."

"What do you mean?" Wilma snapped.

"It didn't look big enough to be an island," Robbie tried to explain. "But then again, I really couldn't see much. Chances are we crashed onto a small land mass."

"You mean we're trapped on an overgrown sand dune with trees?" Wilma complained.

"Pretty much," Robbie surmised.

They fell into an uneasy silence as each of them digested the situation. "You're bleeding," Wilma said in a soft troubled tone as she reached up and touched Robbie's forehead. The redhead flinched slightly as Wilma's tiny fingers brushed her aching brow. Her heart was hammering in her chest as her skin warmed beneath the smaller woman's gentle touch.

"It's stopped already," Robbie quickly explained as she captured Wilma's wrist. "I should be okay."

"Do you have a first aid kit?" Wilma inquired hurriedly.

"Yes," Robbie responded as she looked over her shoulder at what was left of her plane. "I'll take care of it," she added briskly as she released her hold on Wilma's hand and climbed out of her seat. She quickly looked around the back of the plane in an effort to distance herself from the warmth that had crept through her body as Wilma touched her.

Keeping busy helped to distract Robbie from what was happening. She found blankets tucked beneath one of the remaining seats and draped one over the gaping hole at the back of the airplane. She secured it by tying it to the jagged edges of the ceiling. It wouldn't do very much in the way of keeping predators or the elements out but it distracted her from the sudden overwhelming urge to grab the smaller woman and kiss her senseless.

As Robbie removed the long metal emergency boxes hanging on the wall, she understood where her sudden carnal desires were coming from. It was the adrenaline rush from just having survived a life threatening experience that was the cause of her sudden sexual craving. Wilma was very attractive yet the pilot doubted that the very straight, and very hostile, little woman would be interested in her advances. Robbie felt her skin prickle with excitement when Wilma joined her as she scanned the contents of the boxes.

"Let me help?" Wilma offered in an almost pleading tone.

"No need," Robbie curtly refused the brunette's offer as she fought against the constant drumming of her rapidly beating heart. She caught the dejected look in the smaller woman's eyes. Wilma's body stiffened before the coldness returned to her emerald orbs.

"I'm just seeing what we have left," Robbie explained coldly. "Flares, water, matches are all intact. The first aid kit has bandages, antibiotic creams, aspirin, and a couple of tampons. Hopefully we won't be here long enough to use any of it. We'll need the flares to flag down a search plane."

"When do you think they'll start looking for us?" Wilma's voice had become as harsh and cold as it had been earlier that day.

"Hard to say," Robbie hedged as she mentally reviewed what had happened. "It could take a few days since Warren isn't expecting to hear from you right away. Hopefully Pascal will be worried enough to check up on us. The real problem is that my radio communication wasn't good when the storm hit and I was forced to turn us off course."

"So no one knows where to look for us?" Wilma shouted, startling some birds nearby who squawked in disapproval.

"Not really," Robbie reluctantly admitted. "I don't know if the tower received my mayday with our location or not. Plus I veered off course."

"Why did you do that?" Wilma demanded.

"We flew into the eye of the storm!" Robbie shouted in response. "I was trying to get us away from it."

"Well, isn't that just peachy," Wilma sneered.

"Drop it," Robbie fumed. "Now let's try and focus on the situation at hand. Your belongings are still with us, so do you want to tell me what you have in there?"

"My briefcase is filled with contracts," Wilma hissed in response. "My bag has a couple of suits, clean undergarments, and my toiletries."

"That's it?" Robbie sighed. "Do you have anything more practical to wear?"

"No. I was on my way back to the States for a series of business meetings. I didn't think I'd end up in the middle of nowhere," Wilma snapped. "I should have never trusted you."

"Trusted me?" Robbie spat back as her heart sank. "You know what? You're right. I let myself be bought and now both of us are paying for it. Money always finds a way to screw me over."

"What are you talking about?" Wilma asked in dismay.

"Nothing," Robbie snapped. "Here," she snapped again as she tossed a blanket at the flustered brunette. "The accommodations are limited. You can try to sleep in one of the two remaining passenger seats or the co-pilot chair."

"Fine," Wilma snapped back as she crumpled the blanket up. "First I need to clean that cut on your head."

"I can do it," Robbie argued. She reached for the first aid kit only to have her hands slapped away.

"It's on your forehead. You'll never be able to see what you're doing," Wilma argued as she pushed Robbie down against the wall of the fuselage. "Good thing you have a thick head," the brunette muttered as she began to rummage through the kit.

Robbie winced as Wilma cleaned the cut. The only thing that seemed to distract her from the sting of the antiseptic was the feel of the brunette's body pressing against her own. 'It would be so easy to just kiss her right now,' the frustrated pilot mentally noted as she felt the brunette's breath caressing her face. By the time Wilma had bandaged Robbie's injury the pilot's body was screaming for attention.

Thankfully Wilma didn't seem to notice Robbie's overheated condition and simply closed the first aid kit, gathered up her blanket, and curled up in the passenger seat. Robbie grabbed a blanket for herself and climbed into the cockpit. After a restless night Robbie extracted her long body from the seat and made her way to the back. "Great, she's a drooler," she noted as she passed by her still-sleeping companion. Robbie noted that the trees blocked the doors to the airplane so she climbed out the back.

Once the hot sun hit her she was thankful that she was wearing shorts and a light top. "Wilma is not going to like this," she chuckled. She scanned the limited beach while she stretched her aching limbs. The pilot's long body hurt everywhere. She was unaccustomed to confinement in such a small space for a long period of time. She looked out at the expansive blue water and felt the same humble sense of awe she had experienced every morning since she finally stopped running and decided to call the tiny island her home. She inhaled the salt air deeply, allowing it to cleanse her soul. "Time to find out if we're alone," she sighed as she turned her back away from her beloved crystal blue water.

The quick circle she made around the tiny land strip confirmed her suspicions that they had not been fortunate enough to land on an island. She decided to check the dense forest. When she returned from her exploration she found a very disgruntled brunette perched on the remains of a tree the airplane had crashed into. "Where the hell have you been?" the small woman demanded as she jumped up. Robbie almost laughed at the sight of the woman; she was still dressed in her expensive suit complete with heels and a fresh pair of pantyhose.

"Good morning to you too, Wilma," she chimed out a little too brightly.

"I've asked you not to call me that, Gunner," the brunette bellowed as she wobbled across the sand to the pilot.

"High heels on a sandy beach. What an idiot," Robbie muttered under her breath. "Why are you dressed like that?" she asked the angry brunette.

"What would you suggest I wear?" Wilma fumed as she continued to stumble in the white sand.

"First, I'd ditch those shoes," Robbie noted, as she looked down at her own more comfortable and suitable footwear. "And what's with the pantyhose? You must be dying in this heat."

"I'm more than comfortable," Wilma argued. "Just because we're stuck here for the time being, I see no reason not to dress like a lady."

"Right," Robbie snickered as she looked at the torn hem of the brunette's expensive skirt. "Suit yourself."

"Are you going to tell me where you were?" Wilma demanded once again.

"I was looking around to see what we crashed into," Robbie explained with an uncaring shrug.

"And?" Wilma growled.

"Big sand dune," Robbie flatly informed her irritating companion.

"Just freaking great," Wilma snarled as she finally reached the taller woman.

"I do have some good news," Robbie expanded. "Follow me."

Robbie was far too amused by the smaller woman's struggle to keep up with her as she strolled over to a small rock formation. Her amusement began to fade as she quickly became weary of the brunette's stubbornness. "Will you just take those damn things off and haul your sorry ass over here?" she shouted as she leaned up against the rocks. She was pleased when Wilma halted and removed her shoes. Her pleasure disappeared as the expensive footwear came flying at her head. She managed to duck the first shoe but the second projectile struck her in the shoulder. "Bitch," she muttered as Wilma stormed over to her.

"Happy?" Wilma taunted her and the pilot simply snarled in response. "Now what do you want to show me?" Robbie was still snarling as she led the smaller woman over to the area where the waves flowed in and out of a small opening. "Okay, Einstein, what am I looking at?" Wilma grumbled.

"The water fills this space and cleanses it quickly, bringing everything back out to sea," Robbie explained.

"And?" Wilma sighed in exasperation.

"It's perfect for taking care of our personal needs," Robbie bluntly explained.

"What?" Wilma asked in confusion before her jaw dropped and her pale skin turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. "You don't mean what I think you mean?"

"Your new bathroom," Robbie chuckled.

"I couldn't," the brunette stammered.

"Suit yourself but you're going to need to go somewhere and this is sanitary," Robbie pointed out dryly. "Come on, there's more."

"Oh goodie," Wilma grunted as she reluctantly followed the taller woman into the forest.

"Look around," Robbie instructed her grumbling companion. "We're in luck with all the fruit trees and lack of animals. So far I've only seen birds here."

"How do we know what's safe to eat?" Wilma inquired in a serious tone.

"If you haven't seen it at Safeway then don't put it in your mouth," Robbie informed her as she pointed to the bananas. She continued the short distance through the overgrown vegetation, once again amused by Wilma's struggle. Her clothing was constantly being snagged, leaving the brunette cussing as she struggled to free herself.

Robbie was beaming with pride as she stepped out into the clearing that contained her little discovery. "Okay, it's pretty but what are we doing here, Gunner?" Wilma fussed as Robbie drank in the beauty of the water cascading down the small rocky cliff into the pool.

"It's fresh water," Robbie explained. "We can drink from the stream and bathe in the pool."

"Oh," Wilma responded in surprise.

"Between the fruit, the fresh water and catching fish we should be all right until help arrives. That's if I can figure out how to catch fish without a pole," Robbie explained before she began to lead them back to the beach.

"How long before I get off this God-forsaken pile of sand?" Wilma demanded as they stepped out onto the beach.

Robbie ignored the brunette as she began to collect large rocks. "What are you doing now?" Wilma demanded as she stood in the middle of the beach with her hands planted on her shapely hips.

"We're gathering these rocks," Robbie explained as she began to carefully place the rocks down on the beach. The pilot wasn't surprised when Wilma simply threw up her hands and stormed off. Robbie continued to spell out S.O.S with the rocks she painstakingly collected while Wilma watched from afar..

She also wasn't surprised when the annoying little woman watched her as she dug a pit for a fire and went about collecting wood. Wilma simply remained perched on the same fallen tree she'd been sitting on when Robbie first encountered her that morning. "I hope they find us soon or I may end up drowning her," Robbie muttered under her breath as she constructed torches before gathering up a bunch of fruit for their dinner.

Robbie spent the following days being ignored by Wilma as she built a small lean-to for them. She wanted to have shelter and a place she could actually lie down in when she went to bed. The airplane provided shelter, but since she had no way of removing the remaining seats they were still sleeping sitting up. The project was exhausting but it gave the pilot something to do while the days drifted from one to the other. Robbie's other hobbies were annoying Wilma until the brunette exploded and trying to catch fish.

Robbie was wading in the ocean, contemplating just how she was going to snag a fish, when Wilma asked her the same question she'd pestered the pilot with every day since they'd crashed.

"When is help coming and what are you doing to get us off this pile of dirt?" Wilma shouted from the shore. With each passing day Robbie felt her body stir each time she was near the contemptible woman and each day Wilma's mood grew darker.

"Well, at the moment I'm trying to figure out a way to add something more substantial to our dining habits," Robbie offered casually as she took in the brunette's attire. Wilma was still dressing in a skirt, blouse, and pantyhose. The only thing the small woman had abandoned was the jacket and shoes. "Things might be easier around here is you got up off your ass every now and then and tried to help."

"Me?" Wilma scoffed.

"Yes you, Wilma," Robbie retorted.

"Stop calling me that!" Wilma shouted.

Robbie was searching for something else to say that would further annoy the smaller woman when her eyes drifted to the brunette's firm legs. Robbie understood that she used her well-placed barbs in an attempt to divert her attention away from her growing attraction. It was getting harder with each passing day as Wilma's skirts frayed and shortened little by little. The nights were even harder since they were sleeping so close to one another in the small lean-to Robbie had constructed. The pilot's desires would pulsate through her body in a demanding rhythm. Wilma's unconscious habit of curling up next to her and, at times, climbing on top of her just added fuel to the fire. Each morning Robbie awoke with an increased level of frustration. It didn't help matters that they were literarily trapped together. Due to the limited amount of space that the tiny drop of land provided them, Robbie wasn't even granted privacy to take matters into her own hands.

"What are you looking at?" Wilma sighed. It wasn't the first time Robbie had been caught stealing glances at the brunette's body. However, it was the first time the pilot hadn't been checking her out in a sexual manner.

"Take off your pantyhose," Robbie suggested with a grin.

"Excuse me?" Wilma stammered with a blush.

"Your pantyhose. I need them," Robbie explained.

"No," Wilma flatly refused.

Robbie trudged out of the water. The sand turned to mud between her toes as her wet feet met the beach. "Just give me your pantyhose; there isn't much left to them," Robbie insisted.

"No," Wilma refused once again as Robbie approached her.

"Why not?" Robbie asked in dismay.

"I said no," Wilma stressed.

If her anger hadn't taken control, Robbie knew she could have simply explained to the brunette why she needed the nylons. 'But where's the fun in that?' Robbie mentally chuckled as she grabbed Wilma around her waist, lifting her and depositing her on her backside in the sand.

"Ouch!" Wilma exclaimed as Robbie pinned her hands above her head with one hand as her other hand lifted the smaller woman's skirt. "What are you doing?" Wilma screamed as she struggled to free herself from the pilot's grasp.

Robbie was becoming frustrated as she straddled Wilma's squirming body. "Rats," she muttered once she realized she would need both hands to remove the brunette's pantyhose. Reluctantly she released the smaller woman's wrists and grasped the waistband of Wilma's precious pantyhose. As the struggle increased Robbie could feel her body tingling as Wilma ground against her in the most delightful manner. Her stomach clenched when she heard a soft moan escape from the woman trapped beneath her. She brushed aside her lustful thoughts and returned her attention to the removal of the brunette's hosiery.

Once she had triumphantly removed the garment from the smaller woman's kicking feet, Robbie clutched them tightly in one hand. Wilma was still lying on her back, panting heavily, as Robbie placed her hands on either side of the brunette's shoulders. "You know you just confirmed something that I have suspected for quite sometime," Robbie taunted her.

"What's that?" Wilma stammered weakly. Her eyes fluttered shut while her body trembled.

Robbie leaned down, her nipples hardening slightly as they brushed against Wilma's trembling body. "Warren never got a chance to be on top," she hissed hotly into the brunette's ear.

"Get off me!" Wilma demanded as her eyes snapped open. She pressed her small hands against Robbie's shoulders and shoved the pilot harshly.

Robbie laughed as she wrapped her long legs around the smaller woman's body as she fell back. The movement forced Wilma to fall with her. Robbie felt the air escape from her lungs as Wilma's body slammed into her own. She tightened her legs around the brunette and enjoyed the warmth for a brief moment as Wilma's body stilled against her. The moment passed and Wilma was once again squirming in a futile effort to free herself from Robbie's grasp. "I'm right, aren't I?" Robbie taunted her even further. "That was the first time you've ever been a bottom." She laughed as she unwrapped her legs and pushed the smaller woman off of her. Wilma released a small squeal as her backside met the sand.

"Chill out," Robbie proclaimed as she stood and brushed the sand from her body. "I wasn't making a pass. I just want to do a little fishing."

"What?" Wilma responded shakily. Robbie waded back out into the water as she unrolled her prize.

Her idea worked and that night Robbie smugly dined on the fish she had netted with the help of the brunette's pantyhose. Wilma refused to eat and stayed in the crumpled airplane to pout. Robbie didn't show the slight pangs of guilt she felt as she triumphantly licked her fingers clean. "Yeah, that was good," she gloated as she smacked her lips with satisfaction. "Good night, Wilma," she called out as she walked over to the lean-to. Not surprisingly Wilma opted to sleep in the airplane that night.

The following morning Wilma stormed into the lean-to just as Robbie was rifling through the brunette's travel bag. "What are you doing?" Wilma demanded, sounding like a broken record.

"I'm taking the rest of your pantyhose," Robbie dryly responded. "We need to eat something besides coconuts, bananas, and mangos. Fish will add protein to our diet."

"Why can't you just ask?" Wilma blared.

"Why can't you stop bitching and help out around here?" Robbie shot back.

Robbie turned to see if her words had hit the mark. She was unprepared for the hurt look that clouded the brunette's delicate features and her heart sank.

"Why should I when you're so good at telling me what to do?" Wilma choked out before abruptly turning away and storming off.

Robbie felt like a jerk as she heard the stream of curses the brunette released. She gathered up the items she wanted and left the shelter. She was about to apologize when she saw Wilma kicking and tossing the rocks she had carefully placed on the beach into the ocean. Her blood was boiling as the smaller woman's tantrum increased and her attention turned towards the airplane. She began kicking the rapidly deteriorating vessel.

Robbie looked at what had once been the only distress signal they had and wondered how long it would take to reconstruct the three-lettered message. The brunette's curses increased as Wilma entered the airplane. Robbie watched in horror as items began to fly out the back and into the ocean. "She's worse than a three year old," she muttered, deciding to just allow the woman her temper tantrum.

She quickly changed her mind and began to run as fast as she could when she saw the long white metal box containing their emergency supplies fly out into the water. "No," she bellowed as she jumped into the water in a desperate attempt to save the box. She was forced to flounder in the water and dive under the crashing waves several times before she located it. She emerged from the water feeling a slight sense of relief as she clutched the much-needed box to her chest.

Once again her relief was short-lived when she heard the sound above growing distant. She looked at the scattered remains of her airplane still concealed by the dense foliage it had crashed into. Her eyes quickly darted to what should have been an S.O.S and was now nothing more than scattered rocks along a beach. She trudged up onto the shore, the airplane above her fading from her view as she opened the box and pulled out a soaked flare gun. She tossed the now useless item aside and began to run up the beach waving her arms frantically.

As the airplane disappeared from sight, she knew that she'd been too late. Her first chance at freedom had flown right over them without a single clue that they were stranded down here.

"Was that an airplane I heard?" Wilma panted as she ran up beside her.

"It's gone," Robbie responded in a dejected tone.

"Did you signal it?" Wilma asked in excitement.

Robbie turned to her and gaped at the small woman in amazement. "With what?" she stammered as she flailed her arms around.

"Why didn't you signal it?" Wilma growled.

"That's it," Robbie snapped as she finally reached her breaking point. "You want to behave like a spoiled brat, then I'll treat you like one," she shouted as she grabbed the small brunette and dragged her over to the fallen tree Wilma was so fond of sitting on. Wilma squealed in horror as Robbie sat down and pulled the brunette across her lap. Robbie was too angry to stop as she took the small woman over her knee and hiked up her skirt to reveal her underwear. "I didn't signal the airplane because you destroyed the S.O.S. and threw the flare gun into the ocean," Robbie harshly explained as she raised her hand.

"Gunner?" Wilma pleaded just before the pilot's hand made firm contact with her backside. "Don't," Wilma gasped as she squirmed in Robbie's lap.

The tall pilot didn't listen to the smaller woman's pleas. She muttered about the woman's insane actions while she spanked her. Wilma's pleas dissipated as Robbie's hand continued to make contact with the brunette's firm round backside. The reality of the situation hit Robbie as she raised her hand once again. An attractive woman was lying across her lap while Robbie spanked her.

Robbie stared at her own hand in disbelief. She had never struck another person in her entire life, yet here she was spanking this woman. And what surprised the tall woman the most was that she was excited and, judging by her glistening fingers, she wasn't the only one. She looked down at Wilma who was only slightly struggling as she panted heavily in the pilot's lap.

Robbie's hand returned to Wilma's bottom. This time she didn't strike her; she caressed her. The soft moan Wilma released made Robbie's clit begin to throb in a demanding rhythm. "You liked it," the pilot hissed as she roughly groped one of the brunette's cheeks.

"No," Wilma whimpered as she began to struggle once again.

"Now you're lying to me," Robbie gloated as she tugged on the brunette's panties and pulled them down her thighs. "My, you are a naughty girl."

Robbie could feel her own desire pooling between her now trembling thighs as she delivered another swat, this time on Wilma's naked flesh.

"Please," Wilma moaned.

"Please what?" Robbie teased her as she cupped her naked backside and massaged it roughly.

"Don't," Wilma panted as her thighs parted slightly.

Robbie's fingers glided along the crevasse of Wilma's bottom until they slipped between the brunette's quivering thighs. Robbie bit back the moan that was threatening to escape as her fingers became coated with the smaller woman's desire. "Don't touch your sweet ass?" Robbie asked in huskily as she dipped her fingers deeper into the trembling woman's wetness. "I'll stop any time you want me to," Robbie purred as she pressed two of her fingers against the warm wet opening of Wilma's center.

"I was right, wasn't I? Poor Warren was never on top, was he?" Robbie continued as she felt Wilma's fingers digging into her thigh. "You've never given any one control, have you?" she taunted the woman who moaned as she opened herself up further to Robbie's touch. Robbie trembled and her nipples hardened as Wilma's hips jerked up.

Robbie held her breath as Wilma's hips began to sway in an effort to impale herself on the pilot's fingers. She could feel the raw desire flowing between them as her fingers remained just outside of Wilma's passion. The brunette was grunting with frustration as she tried to rock against Robbie's touch. "Always have to be in control," Robbie choked out as Wilma's wetness filled her hand.

Suddenly the brunette pulled herself up and away from Robbie's touch. Wilma was panting heavily as she pulled her underwear back up. "Who do you think you are?" Wilma spat out. "You don't know anything about me."

Robbie looked up at her quizzically before she realized that her words had been true. "You're just like everyone else, thinking that I'm some self-centered bitch who needs to be in charge," Wilma continued to rant as Robbie stood.

"So you do like to give as well as receive?" Robbie pushed before she slowly began to lick the brunette's passion from her fingers.

"That is none of your business," Wilma hissed. "You are so arrogant. Do you really think you are man enough to satisfy me?"

"No, I'm woman enough," Robbie responded honestly before she stepped past the smaller woman and headed into the woods.

Robbie made her way to the tide pool they bathed in and stripped off her clothing. She submerged her naked body in the warm water as she willed her emotions to relax. She was baffled by what had happened. She knew that she was attracted to Wilma. Robbie had long ago accepted her sexuality and really enjoyed it. But what happened on the beach was out of control.

She looked up to see Wilma standing nervously at the edge of the water. "Miss Baxter," Robbie said softly, "we need to call a truce. We could be stuck together for a long time." Robbie remained in the water, taking in the brunette's untidy appearance.

The brunette shifted nervously from one foot to the other before she spoke. "I'm afraid," she meekly offered. "I act like a bully because I'm afraid. The morning we flew out, I was terrified that my career was ending because my staff screwed up. Since we've been here, I've been scared out of my wits that I'll do something else to get us killed or keep us from being rescued. Turns out I was right."

Robbie allowed the smaller woman's words to sink in before answering. "I'm afraid too," she confessed in a reassuring tone. "We crashed in the middle of nowhere; you'd have to be delusional not to be frightened. As for you keeping us from being rescued, you flew off the handle. The stress of what happened hit both of us. I'm sorry for attacking you. I still can't believe I did that."

"Gunner, you didn't attack me," Wilma corrected her. "You spanked me like the brat I was. It was humiliating at first and then . . ." Robbie blushed as her companion's voice trailed off. "Being stuck here isn't the only thing I'm afraid of," Wilma began again timidly. "It's you."

"Me?" Robbie asked. "Am I that overbearing?"

"No, it's just that I've never allowed myself to give in to my feelings before and now I'm stuck here with you," Wilma tried to explain as she sat down on the edge of the water.

"Oh, so you knew you had the hots for girls?" Robbie responded thoughtfully.

"Yes," Wilma muttered in response. "I just couldn't allow myself to do anything about it. It doesn't fit into my life."

"What century are you living in?" Robbie blurted out before she could stop herself. "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized as she stepped out of the water.

Her companion's eyes watched her as she reached for her clothing. Robbie was debating on whether or not she should just give in to her primal urges when a small hand grasped her arm. She dropped her clothing as she turned to see Wilma kneeling beside her with a helpless expression.

Robbie dropped to her knees and cupped the smaller woman's face in her hands. They moved in unison until their lips and bodies collided. Robbie was lost in the warmth of Wilma's lips as they moved softly against her own. Soon the gentle warmth began to burn with intensity as both of them released all their pent up desires.

Robbie parted her lover's soft lips with her tongue and began a sweet gentle exploration of the brunette's mouth. Her body shivered as she felt her lover's hands gliding along her naked skin. Robbie lowered her lover down onto the soft grass as their tongues wrapped around one another. "Take me," Wilma gasped as the kiss came to a reluctant end. Robbie released a hungry growl as she began to feast upon her lover's neck.

She felt the brunette's body arching beneath her as her hands gripped the soft material of the smaller woman's blouse. Robbie tore open the blouse as she felt small hands caressing her back. She felt truly alive for the first time in years as she reclaimed her lover's lips in a fiery kiss. Her body melted into the soft supple form wriggling beneath her. The redhead's hands busied themselves with trying to free Wilma from her clothing. She moaned into her lover's mouth as she felt a shy hand cup one of her breasts.

Robbie's heart was hammering in her chest as she traced her lover's lips with her tongue and tossed the smaller woman's clothing off into the foliage. They rolled around in the soft grass as Robbie removed more of the clothing that was blocking her hands from finally exploring the body that had been haunting her since the first moment Wilma walked into the bar.

Once the last barrier had been cast off, Robbie allowed her hands to roam along Wilma's soft inviting skin while her mouth tried to taste every inch of the smaller woman. Wilma gasped and moaned as Robbie ran her tongue along the soft swell of the brunette's firm full breasts. She captured one of Wilma's nipples in the warmth of her mouth in a desperate attempt to sate her need. "Yes," Wilma hissed as she dug her blunt nails into the taller woman's shoulders and ground her wetness into the redhead's body.

Robbie suckled the brunette's nipple eagerly as she parted her legs with her thigh. Wilma thrust urgently against Robbie's thigh as the pilot pressed it against her wetness. "Take me," Wilma repeated hungrily as she rode the taller woman's thigh.

Robbie captured the brunette's nipple with her teeth and tugged on it while her hips rocked wildly against her lover's aching need. "You belong to me," Robbie murmured against her lover's skin as she kissed her way over to her other breast. She feasted on her lover's breasts like a starving child as her clit pulsated in a demanding rhythm.

Wilma groaned in protest as Robbie's body lifted up. The pilot pulled her lover up to her and placed her on her lap. She could feel Wilma's clit rubbing against her stomach as she entered her. Wilma's entire body arched in response as Robbie's fingers filled her center. Robbie plunged in and out of the smaller woman. She could feel her lover's wetness covering her hand as Wilma's body rocked wildly against her touch.
"Is this what you want?" Robbie teased her as she lowered the brunette onto the jungle grass, her fingers gliding in and out as her thumb teased the smaller woman's clit.

"Yes," Wilma cried out in response, her eyes clouded over with desire as she gazed up at the pilot.

"I'm going to fuck you, long and hard," Robbie promised as she added another finger deep inside her lover.

She could feel Wilma's body trembling against her as she deepened her touch. The musky aroma of the brunette's passion invaded her senses. Robbie's head was spinning with desire as she began to kiss and lick her way down the smaller woman's quivering body. Wilma's hips were matching the wild rhythm of her hand as Robbie licked the passion from the inside of her lover's thighs.

The brunette cried out with pleasure as her body exploded. As her lover climaxed against her, Robbie captured her clit in her mouth and suckled it greedily. Her only thoughts were focused upon drowning in her lover's passion. Robbie held her lover's body steady as she continued to pleasure her again and again. Finally she slipped her fingers from her lover's warmth. Still nestled between the brunette's thighs, she ran her tongue along Wilma's sex. As her lover trembled in response, she plunged her tongue deep inside of her, curling it as she glided it in and out of her center while her lover gripped the back of her head and pressed the pilot closer to her.

Robbie teased her lover until she once again screamed out; the pilot's tongue filled her and her fingers teased her clit. Wilma finally collapsed, almost trapping the pilot beneath her. Robbie ran her face along her lover's wetness, painting her skin with the brunette's desire. Wilma whimpered helplessly as Robbie flicked her tongue across her swollen clit.

Robbie watched as her lover drifted off into a blissful slumber. She snuggled up behind the smaller woman and held her in a tight embrace while she slept. Later Wilma's eyes blinked open as Robbie ran a blade of grass along her naked body. The pilot had been enjoying running the tiny blade along the brunette's skin as she watched the goose bumps resulting from her actions.

Wilma lifted her head slightly, her face still flushed from their earlier activities. They began kissing one another deeply as Robbie pressed her wetness against her lover's firm backside. Wilma rocked her hips in response as Robbie swayed against her. Lost in the embrace as their bodies met under the tropical sun, the pilot's hand that had been resting on her lover's stomach drifted down. Robbie moaned into her lover's mouth as she once again dipped her long fingers in Wilma's wetness. She stroked her lover's throbbing clit as she ground her body urgently against the smaller woman.

The birds squawked in disapproval as they flew off while the lover's cries filled the air. Robbie was doing her best to fulfill her promise as her fingers filled her lover's center and her thumb pressed against her puckered opening. She could feel Wilma tensing in front of her. Robbie kissed her deeply as she gently filled the smaller woman completely. The small woman exploded as the climax tore through her body. "Oh my God. Oh my God," Wilma chanted repeatedly as Robbie continued to pleasure her.

Wilma's entire body blushed as she erupted with Robbie's knowing touch. The pilot stilled her movements as her lover's body convulsed with pleasurable aftershocks. Once the brunette's body stilled and she was able to breathe again, she rolled over. Robbie smiled at the brilliant emerald shade her lover's eyes had turned to. "Amazing," Wilma whispered before capturing the pilot in a passionate kiss.

Robbie rolled over onto her back and pulled her lover on top of her. Wilma eagerly accepted the invitation and began her own exploration. Her mouth and hands tried to feel and taste the taller woman everywhere. She murmured with delight as she teased the redhead's nipples with her teeth and her tongue. She seemed lost in the taste of the taller woman's breasts until Robbie pleaded with her to touch her.

The brunette kissed and licked her way down Robbie's body and soon was murmuring as she pleasured the pilot with her fingers and her mouth. Wilma pleasured her lover over and over again until Robbie could no longer move. After taking a nap, they enjoyed a long bath in the pool then raced naked through the woods until they collapsed in the lean-to and began to make love again.

When Robbie awoke the following morning, Wilma was nestled on top of her. She kissed her lover's head. "Morning," Wilma whispered against her chest.

"Morning," Robbie chuckled in response as Wilma looked up at her with a very satisfied expression. "What do your friends call you?"

"Ginny," the brunette offered with a smile. "Tired of calling me Wilma?"

"I only did that to annoy you," Robbie laughed.

"Well, you could just call me Jane," Ginny suggested playfully.

"Huh?"

"You know, you Tarzan," Ginny explained as she poked Robbie's chest. "Me Jane."

"That's kind of funny," Robbie chuckled.

"Only kind of funny? I thought it was damn witty considering I'm exhausted," Ginny teased.

"No, it's just that Jane is a part of my name," Robbie explained as she ran her fingers through the brunette's soft tresses. Ginny looked down at her with a curious smile. Robbie took a deep breath before answering the unspoken question. "Robine Jane Marie Devonshire."

"And you had the nerve to pick on my name?" Ginny teased before she began to place playful kisses along Robbie's face. Robbie blew out a sigh of relief when Ginny failed to recognize her name. Their playfulness quickly escalated into more.

Days turned into weeks. The weeks turned into months. Neither of them had a clue as to how long they'd been stranded nor did they care. Ginny's outfit changed from her formal attire to using one of Robbie's old brightly-colored Hawaiian-style shirts as a skirt and her bra. They got to know one another better as they filled their days with fishing, sunbathing, swimming, and making love. They didn't talk about getting back to the world or the lives each of them had left behind.

Robbie was trying to net some fish with an old pair of Ginny's pantyhose when she heard her lover's voice. "Oh Tarzan?" Ginny called out in a sultry voice. Robbie turned to find her lover removing her bra and wiggling her finger at the pilot in an effort to get the taller woman to follow her back to the lean-to.

"Oh yeah," Robbie said as she licked her lips and headed towards the beach. "Ouch," she cried out as something stung her foot. Ginny raced to her side and helped her to shore.

"What is it?" Ginny asked as she looked at the pilot's foot.

"Nothing. I just stepped on something." Robbie shrugged as she winced in pain.

"Come on, Tarzan. I'm taking you home," Ginny stated as she helped Robbie to her feet.

Ginny helped Robbie down onto the bed they'd made from palm fronds and the cushions they'd torn out of the airplane. Robbie protested as Ginny opened up the first aid kit. "Geez, you're worse than a kid," Ginny griped as she began to clean the wound.

"This coming from you," Robbie grunted.

"Yes, but when I'm bad you get to spank me," Ginny teased her with a wink as she applied some antibiotic cream to the cut.

Robbie was about to suggest that Ginny misbehave when she winced once again. "How bad does it hurt?" Ginny inquired in a worried tone.

"I'll be fine," Robbie reassured her. "I'll just elevate it and get some rest."

As the day wore on, Robbie was anything but fine. Her foot became numb and swelled up. She felt nauseous and weak; her vision became blurred. 'I can't leave her,' her mind cried as Ginny held her and kept trying to clean the wound. Soon Robbie lacked co-ordination and her speech became slurred as she fell into a confused state.

In her confusion Robbie felt Ginny holding her as words drifted through her mind, yet the redhead was unable to focus or grasp what was happening around her. 'I love you . . . Don't leave me . . . Please help her . . . I don't know what's wrong . . . Please I can't lose her.'

Robbie's crystal blue eyes blinked open and were blinded by the sterile environment she found surrounding her. "Ginny?" she choked out.

"You're awake?" a soft but surprised voice greeted her. "You had us worried."

"Where am I?" she asked the dark woman hovering above her. "And where's Ginny?"

"You're in the hospital," the woman explained as Robbie's vision cleared. She looked at the nurse who was handing her a cup of water with a straw.

"Hospital? What happened and where is Ginny?" Robbie asked, quickly becoming agitated.

"Stone fish should have killed you. Good thing the ship docked when it did. You are in the Samoans, child," the nurse carefully explained.

"American?" Robbie asked in a panic.

"Yes," the nurse calmly answered.

"Where is Ginny?" Robbie demanded.

"Your friend is . . . ," the nurse stammered.

"She's long gone," a cold voice greeted her from the doorway.

Robbie's head snapped up and found the last person she wanted to see lurking over her hospital bed. "Oh my God, Mother," Robbie squeaked out.

"Robine Jane, it has been a long time," her mother with her perfectly coiffed hair commented with indifference. "I must say you've been very good at hiding. Leave us," she snapped at the nurse.

"I'm not going back," Robbie argued.

"You have no choice this time," her mother explained as she took her seat next to her only child. "You have to go back to the United States."

"No, I don't," Robbie argued.

"You sold your passport in Paris," her mother stated. "Which was quite clever, I must say. But the person you sold it to, sold it to someone who used it for . . . Do you know what a swallower is?"

"Yes, Mother, I do," Robbie grumbled. "They're people hired in poorer countries. They're given a free ride to a better land if they swallow condoms filled with drugs and deliver them once they arrive. I sold my passport in France so don't lie to me."

"Well, it ended up in the hands of a young woman from Nairobi trying to get into New York. When the Customs officer saw your name, they arrested her. She had a stomach filled with drugs. The authorities want to talk to you. Several countries are very unhappy with you and insist you return home." Robbie felt sick as her mother concluded her explanation.

"Where is Ginny?" she demanded since it was the only thing she really cared about at the moment.

"Miss Carlson Baxter left days ago with her fiancée, Warren Whitfield," her mother dryly explained. "I must say it was quite a touching reunion to witness. He was afraid the poor girl was dead after being missing for so long."

Robbie refused to believe her mother, but as the days passed and the authorities pressed her for information, she began to realize that it was true. To her credit her mother did seem to be making a sincere effort to mend the fences between them. Robbie was still confused. She had vague memory of a dream where Ginny was screaming for her to wake up and pleading not to be taken away from her.

Once she returned home, the dreams became increasingly disturbing. "Robine Jane," her father greeted her one morning as she hobbled into the family dining room, still needing the use of cane. The effects of the venom still plagued her with a slight discomfort that her doctors assured her would pass.

"Morning, Father," Robbie quietly responded as she sat down for breakfast.

"Damn lawyers," her mother groused as she joined them. "What happened with you and that woman?"

"Could you be more specific, Mother?" Robbie smugly retorted.

"The one you crashed into an island," her mother fumed. "She's trying to sue you."

"Tell them to settle." Robbie shrugged as she felt a stab in her fragile heart.

"Speaking of the crash," her father interrupted before her mother could go off on a tangent. "Walking away from that was amazing. Your grandfather would have been proud of you landing safely in that storm."

"I got lucky," Robbie grumbled as she sipped her orange juice, her heart still aching at the thought that Ginny had dropped her, gone back to Warren, and was now looking for a payoff.

"No, he taught you well," her father argued.

Robbie smiled as she recalled her grandfather who'd taught her to fly before she could drive a car. He was her only solace in the stuffy life she'd been born into. When he'd died nine years ago, Robbie took off, leaving the money and her name behind.

"Speaking of your grandfather," her father continued, breaking through her memories. "He left you Monte Claire and a trust to keep it running; perhaps you would be more comfortable staying there?"

"Byron, what are you saying?" her mother gasped.

"I'm saying she's too old to be living with her parents. Robine Jane always loved Dad's house; that's why he left it to her. She has more than enough money to be on her own," her father reasoned as Robbie's eyes lit up. "Dear, it's just down the road. Maybe if we give R.J. some space, she won't run off again."

It took Robbie half a second to agree. Her mother was beyond words when her father offered to drive her over that very day. Robbie couldn't help noticing that her father had mellowed in her absence. "So you and Ginny were stranded on that island for nine months?" her father began as they entered her late grandfather's large estate.

"That's what they said at the hospital." Robbie shrugged as she looked around one of the few places that she was ever happy in. "It looks like he just stepped out."

"I called ahead," her father explained. "He left enough for a staff and anything you might need. It's all in a trust. So nine months, huh? It must have been some adventure. In nine months you can create a new life and watch it enter the world. Is that what happened to you?"

"I thought so," Robbie muttered.

"I missed you, R.J," he father softly explained. "Live here. It's what Dad wanted. It's yours. Hell, you have more than enough money in trust to just do whatever you want."

"I no longer know what I want," Robbie tried explaining as they headed from the main hall out to the patio that overlooked her grandmother's rose garden.

"It's been kept up," her father said, answering her unspoken fears. "All part of the trust," he quickly added as they stepped out onto the patio.

Robbie smiled for the first time in weeks as she drank in the array of colors. "I'm sorry I was gone so long, Dad," she apologized. "You've changed."

"For the better I hope?" he inquired timidly as he led her through the garden.

"Yes," she said with another smile.

"Speaking of your trusts and lawyers," he continued in a casual manner.

"Were we?" Robbie asked in confusion.

"Ginny isn't trying to sue you," he said with a heavy sigh. "She's refusing to accept the money your mother and the lawyers are throwing at her because they're afraid that she will try to sue you or use you." Robbie opened her mouth but her father cut her off. "She didn't leave you. In fact, she held your hand until the doctors pried her away. Then your mother had her removed from the hospital by the authorities that shipped her home. There was no one waiting for her. She screamed for them not to take her away from you."

"Mother," Robbie hissed.

"She thinks she is doing the right thing," her father explained. "She thinks she's protecting you. If you recall, a decade ago I would have done the same."

"Why the change?"

"Disapproving of your child until they leave you is a pain no one should ever bring upon themselves. I lost you once; I won't do it again," he explained as the tears filled his eyes. "Now go do the right thing and just look behind the statue of Venus." He pointed to the marble statue her grandmother had imported from Paris.

"Ginny?" she choked as she raced towards the statue.

Her heart was full as she limped around the statue and found Ginny sitting on a stone bench looking over the koi pond. "Ginny?" she stammered as she closed the distance between them.

"Robbie?" Ginny cried out once she spotted her and rushed into her awaiting arms.

They were sobbing as they exchanged soft promising kisses. "I thought the worst and then some awful woman had the police take me away from you," Ginny sobbed as she clung to the taller woman. "I don't understand any of this. Look, I sold my condo on the West Coast and my car and I think we have enough money to buy you a new plane or go wherever you want."

"You'd do that just to be with me?" Robbie asked. "Give up everything and not care what the future holds?"

"I love you," Ginny explained as she clung tighter to the redhead.

"I love you too," Robbie exclaimed.

They kissed again before Robbie led her lover back up the pathway towards the house. She spotted her father waiting on the patio. "Robbie, what's going on? Lawyers keep offering me money," Ginny asked. "I told them all I wanted was to see you. No one listened except that nice man who brought me here." She pointed up at Robbie's father.

"First, that's my father, Byron Devonshire, and the awful woman you met is my mother. Oh, and I'm stinking rich and this is my home," Robbie quickly summarized.

"You have got to be joking," Ginny choked out.

"Nope. I'm rich. I always have been; I hated it so I ran away," Robbie explained as they climbed the stairs.

"Not about that." Ginny swatted her playfully. "That woman was your mother?"

"I'm afraid so," Robbie confessed.

"Wait! You live here?" Ginny looked around in amazement.

"I do now," Robbie explained. "Or we can live wherever you want?"

"I don't care so long as we're together," Ginny offered before claiming the stunned pilot's lips in a fiery kiss. "And I get to be naughty every now and then," the brunette purred into Robbie's ear.

"Later, after Dad leaves," Robbie whispered before playfully swatting her lover's backside. Ginny yelped and blushed as they entered their home.

The End

Robbie and Ginny return in Back To Reality.

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~ Back To Reality ~
(Island Dreams Part Two)
by Mavis Applewater
August 2003

Disclaimers, the story and characters are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the author's permission. So there! If for any reason real or imagined you are uncomfortable with or do not wish to read a story containing graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women in a loving and sexual relationship then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material go away and do not return until it is no longer a crime. This is a members' choice story selected by the members of YoMavis as a story they wanted to see more of. I strongly suggest you read part one.

A special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mountain Girl.

As always this is for Heather.

Ginny drank in the morning air while she puttered about the rose garden. This was her life now and she was constantly amazed that she was truly happy doing nothing but playing in the garden and rarely wearing shoes. Gone were the expensive business suits and the snotty attitude she carried about for years in an effort to be someone she wasn't. She smiled wiggling her toes in the grass still damp with the morning dew. "Hello?" A familiar voice beckoned from the patio. She gazed up with a smile when she saw him standing there.

"I'm in the garden Byron," she greeted her lover's father. She truly liked the kindly older man who treated her as a member of the family. Robbie's mother on the other hand was quite a different story. Bunny as her friends called her, was a stuck up, cold-hearted bitch with a constant drive to be the very best and hated Ginny with a passion. The brunette found Beverly Stanton Spaulding-Devonshire's attitude amusing since for most of her life Ginny acted just like Bunny. "No more," she sighed happily once again thanking her lover for freeing her from the chains she had created around her life and heart.

"Hello Ginny," he greeted her with a warm hug.

"How are you today Byron?" She returned his greeting with a smile.

"Good," he muttered diverting his gaze, which meant there was trouble brewing. "Any word from R.J?"

"No, she must still be with the suits," Ginny offered before wiping her hands and strolling arm and arm with Byron back to the grand home she and Robbie shared. The suits were the family lawyers, Robbie hated them and Ginny quite often concurred with the redhead's assessment. At that moment poor Robbie was probably locked in a stuffy office dreading every moment. It all began when Robbie decided that they should go on holiday. She wanted to take Ginny to somewhere warm and tropical, like the island they met on. Robbie also wanted to get her pilot's license back so she could be airborne again. She finally decided that she no longer wanted to be idle and hoped to start her own little business.

Sadly Robbie's actions over a decade ago became a stumbling block. All Robbie wanted was her passport renewed; normally it would be a snap. The U.S. Government didn't think it was a good idea. "I told her we could just vacation in the states, but when all of this literally turned into a federal case she got pissed," she explained to Byron while she stowed her gardening supplies and guided her guest into the sitting room.

"I just don't understand what all the fuss is about," Byron commented thoughtfully. "All she wants is her passport and to be able to fly again."

"Byron, the government takes a dim view on selling your passport," Ginny tried to explain. "The DEA got involved because her passport ended up in the hands of drug dealers. They don't think she should be allowed to fly a plane or hold a valid passport. On paper I'm inclined to agree with them. Despite Robbie's intentions at the time none of this bodes well with the authorities."

"I can see how they might think she is involved with drugs, but hells bells the girl just wants to take her sweetheart on a vacation," Bryon groused. "The garden looks great my mother would be proud."

Ginny furrowed her brow at the abrupt change in conversation. Something was up. "Would you like some tea?" She offered when he made himself comfortable in chair near the expansive bay window. "Something stronger?"

"Two fingers of Glen if you don't mind," he sighed while she went to the bar that was in the back of the spacious room.

"This can't be good," she jested as she handed him his scotch.

"There's a storm brewing," he carefully began.

"Do I need a drink?" She questioned with a light laugh.

"Maybe," he confirmed her suspicious.

"What is it now?" She sighed plopping down on the sofa.

"UDV," he began in a solemn tone.

"My old firm?" She questioned while tucking her feet beneath her body. "I quit my job, what is it eighteen months ago, and I was presumed dead for a good nine months before that."

"They are under investigation and your name has come up," he continued.

"I haven't worked for them for over two years and when I did I may have been ruthless, cold hearted and a total bitch that made almost every personal assistant who worked under me cry, but I never broke the law," Ginny explained not really taking the news seriously. This was after all the world she had happily walked away from. "How bad is it?"

"Bad enough for the Spaulding's to start circling the wagons," Byron directly informed her.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm not supposed to know about this?" Ginny sighed heavily. "Bunny must be doing a happy dance and playing my going away party."

"Yeah," Byron chuckled while standing and refilling his glass.

"Thanks for the heads up," Ginny offered warmly.

"Heads up about what?" Robbie questioned upon entering the room.

"Some trouble at my old firm," Ginny shrugged with indifference. "That's not important tell us what happened."

"Can't leave the country and can't fly," Robbie glumly stated.

"I'm sorry baby," Ginny offered sincerely standing to wrap her arms around her lover.

"Hey it's my own damn fault," Robbie sighed.

"No it isn't," Byron objected.

"Yes it is Dad," Robbie cut him off. "Today I sat in this tiny office trying to plead my case to some poor guy, whose skin is turning green from working sixty hours a week under florescent lights for half his life while I'm surrounded by lawyers who make more in an hour than this poor guy makes in a month. There I am explaining that I am just a spoiled rich brat who didn't give a damn and sold my passport for a couple of bucks I didn't really need because I have more money than God. My plight doesn't invoke a lot of sympathy."

"Hold on there Tarzan," Ginny cut her off. "You did need the money, you weren't taking a dime from your family, and didn't you work as a dishwasher in Italy, scrub toilets in Brussels, work in a mine in Australia and a long list of other jobs just so you didn't have to sleep on the streets?"

"All so I could be a beach bum," Robbie sadly concluded.

"And you were a damn good one," Ginny argued.

"I could have done that without selling my passport," Robbie argued.

"No you couldn't. Bunny would have thrown a clot and dragged you home if you didn't change your name," Ginny fussed.

"Listen to the girl," Byron cautioned. "Wait Tarzan?"

"Oops," Ginny blushed while her lover snickered at her faux pas.

"Now you've done it," Robbie taunted the brunette who was squirming. "Trust me Dad you don't want to know."

"Fair enough," Byron muttered in discomfort. "Getting back to the matters at hand, you keep trying R.J; I am planning on having my little girl take me up in the air by my birthday."

"Dad I don't want you to be disappointed in me again," she pleaded desperately.

"You have never disappointed me," Byron admonished. "If your mother and I had reacted to your life differently none of this would have happened. Speaking of your mother I need to hit the bricks before she realizes I snuck out. Ginny I don't know the details yet, my wife is being very tight lipped about things, but if I find out anything I'll let you know."

"Thanks," Ginny responded standing to show him to the door. "You aren't driving are you?" She whispered concerned by the amount of scotch he had consumed in such a short period of time.

"No," he reassured her. "I took the car service, Carl is driving me. Thank you for caring."

After seeing Byron safely to the car she returned to her sullen lover. "Tell me what is going on with your old firm?" Robbie inquired when Ginny snuggled up against her warm, inviting body.

"No changing the subject," Ginny chastised the redhead. Robbie huffed in response. "Come on Tarzan," she prodded. "I know being able to leave the country is no big deal, but being told you can't fly must be killing you."

"I've been allowed to fly a plane longer than I've been allowed to drive a car," Robbie sullenly answered her fingers playing with the hem of Ginny's tank top. "Stupid, what I did was stupid. Deep down I knew that the passport was going to be used for something illegal and I didn't care. What scares me is that poor woman from Nairobi, the one who ended up with my passport, could have died from all the drugs she had in her body."

"It was her choice," Ginny protested squirming from the delightful feel of her lover's fingers brushing against her stomach.

"All she wanted was a better life," Robbie fumed her fingers still dancing playfully across the brunette's flesh.

"So did you," Ginny whimpered fighting against the tantalizing feel of Robbie's knowing touch.

"I had a better life," Robbie grumbled her touch stilling for a moment. "Ginny if I had told you the truth back before we became lovers that I was rich and hated it so much that I just walked away, what would you have said?"

"You mean back when you insisted on calling me Wilma just to annoy me?" The petite woman merrily quipped. "I would have called you insane, which looking back would have been nicer than some of the other things I used to call you. Yet, after meeting your mother, I completely understand why you went to such extremes to get away."

"Can't blame all of this on my mother," Robbie muttered her touch slipping from Ginny's body.

"Hey what happened to that cavalier beach bum I fell in love with?" Ginny gaped unaccustomed to the redhead looking so sullen.

"She got grounded," Robbie pouted.

"Robbie if you want to change this then fight," Ginny demanded. "I have never known you to just give up don't start now. And for the record the first time I met your dear, sweet mother I almost decked her," she cupped the redhead's face in her hands. "Robbie for over nine months you kept us alive on that sand dune, and despite the fact that I was no help and bitched constantly, you saved us."

"Okay, I'll keep fighting," Robbie chuckled leaning in to Ginny's comforting touch. "After surviving all those months with you tossing your shoes at me and climbing trees to get lunch a bunch of bureaucrats should be a walk in the park. Sometimes I wish they never found us."

"I don't," Ginny's tone turned serious. "I loved our little slice of paradise but if help hadn't shown up when it did you would have died. I will gladly endure what passes for the civilized world if it means I'm with you."

"Just goes to prove what I've been saying since the day we meet," Robbie drolly retorted. Ginny released a wild laugh when the redhead suddenly clasped her sides and flipped her onto her back. Ginny sighed happily enjoying the feel of Robbie's body covering her own.

"What's that?" She giggled lacing her fingers through Robbie's unruly locks.

"You have no common sense what so ever," Robbie teased her before stealing a kiss.

"No I don't," Ginny heartily agreed.

"What's up with your old firm?" Robbie inquired nuzzling Ginny's neck.

"I don't know," Ginny murmured her lover's breath tickling her skin. "Apparently, UDV is under investigation and my name has come up. That is all I know, except that your mother is happy about it, which can't be a good thing."

"Is there anyone you can call, old friends at the firm?" Robbie encouraged.

"I know this is going to shock you, but I didn't have a lot of friends," Ginny chuckled recalling how most of her associates use to cower in fear whenever she entered a room. "There was Jada Rawlins who didn't like me one bit until after I came back and quit. I can't say that I blame her; she had been with the firm much longer than I was, hell I used to work under her. I, of course, cut her off at the knees and took her promotion."

Ginny was amused by her lover's shocked expression. "It's true," Ginny confessed. "When I turned up to quit she was floored by how much I had changed, she even tried to talk me into staying."

"Anyone else?" Robbie gulped.

"My bosses, they wanted me to stay on but that is only because I used to bring in so much business," Ginny grumbled. "And Warren of course."

"Oh yes, that sorry," Robbie snidely began her words cut off by Ginny's fingers pressing against her lips. Ginny yelped when the redhead nipped at her fingertips. "What about him? Didn't he work for the same company?"

"Yes, but Warren was less than pleased that the person who came back wasn't his bitchy, controlling fiancée who was driven by the almighty dollar," Ginny's heart pounded recalling how badly Warren had taken things when she walked out on him. "The new me, the calm subdued lesbian disappointed him terribly."

"Why don't you give Jada a call and find out what is going on?" Robbie suggested her fingers once again finding their way up and under Ginny's tank top.

"Later," the brunette purred wrapping her legs around Robbie's long, lean body. Ginny was amazed by so many things. Just a few years ago news that UDV was under investigation would have been her only focus, but at this moment in time her thoughts were consumed by how good it felt to be in Robbie's arms.

The velvety touch of Robbie's tongue invaded her mouth while strong fingers glided up her body. Ginny gasped with pleasure her body anticipating the sheer ecstasy that only Robbie could make her feel. Her hips ground urgently against Robbie's body the redhead's kisses already filling her with an aching desire.

Long, slender fingers captured her nipples pinching and teasing them until they hardened against Robbie's touch. Everything about Robbie drove her insane filling her with a desperate need to give her lover whatever she desired. It began the first moment she met the enigmatic pilot. Her stomach fluttered as she spied the tall redhead joking and sipping her coffee. Ginny fussed and fumed berating the pilot in an effort to quell the fire burning in the pit of stomach.

With every barb she threw out in an effort to throw Robbie off balance she couldn't stop the heat coursing inside of her. She had stepped into the bar eager to get back to Los Angeles her cool façade locked firmly in place until she spotted the pilot. Her eyes quickly drank in Robbie's long, lean body locking on the way her lips caressed the rim of her coffee cup. Naturally she responded by barking out orders and accusing Robbie of being drunk.

Now it all seemed like a lifetime ago. Now she was in Robbie's arms fighting against the urge to rip the redhead's clothing from her body. "I'm so wet," she screamed at the top of her lungs Robbie's fingers responding by pinching her nipples harder. Sounds of her urgent groans and desperate pleas echoed throughout the large estate. Robbie's mouth savagely attacking her breasts while strong hands yanked her cut off shorts down her hips.

She dug her blunt nails into Robbie's broad shoulders her body thrusting wildly demanding her lover's touch. Ginny cried out as Robbie's fingers slipped inside of her. "Robbie, yes," she gasped at the feel of her lover gliding deeper inside of her while teasing her throbbing clit with the tip of her thumb.

"Is this what you what?" Robbie growled stroking the brunette long and hard.

"You know it is," Ginny panted rocking her hips in an effort to keep up with her lover's frantic rhythm. Ginny's head tilted back her muscles tightened her body convulsing and finally collapsing her trembling body still reeling from the intensity of Robbie's touch. "Hmm," she sighed her eyes finally focusing greeted only by Robbie's smug expression. "Proud of yourself?"

"Oh yeah," Robbie smugly asserted licking Ginny's passion from her fingers.

Ginny's body shuddered mesmerized by Robbie's mouth suckling her long digits. Ginny pressed her palms against Robbie's shoulders guiding the taller woman back. She slipped off the sofa kneeling between Robbie's legs. Ginny released a throaty growl her hands busy with undoing her lover's linen slacks. Making love to Robbie was new and exciting each time. It could be raw and passionate as it was at that moment or soft and gentle. There was never a plan they simply followed their hearts and desires.

Everything about Robbie filled Ginny with a renewed sense of freedom. They could be lost in a euphoric haze or simply strolling in the garden; it didn't matter for Ginny every moment was precious reminding her that she was where she wanted to be. "Gunner," she whispered knowing that at this moment where she wanted to be was nestled between this captivating woman's legs.

Robbie whimpered while Ginny gave into her burning desires. Lowering Robbie's slacks down to her ankles she licked her suddenly parched licks. "Take them off," she demanded casting a haughty gaze up at her lover. Robbie's lip quivered as she complied with Ginny's request and lowered her panties. Feeling impatient the brunette took control and tore the silky garment from redhead's body. "Much better," Ginny gloated running her hands along Robbie's firm thighs.

She cupped Robbie's firm backside drawing her closer murmuring softly while drinking in the musky aroma of her lover's passion. She dipped her head nestling her face against Robbie's flesh kissing it softly. Robbie inhaled sharply in response to Ginny's mouth caressing her thighs. Ginny parted her lover's swollen lips with her tongue before capturing her engorged nub between her lips.

She suckled the throbbing bundle the sounds of Robbie's passionate moans spurring her on. All she wanted, all she needed was to feel her lover's desire washing over her. Ginny teased and taunted her lover eagerly Robbie's hips thrusting urgently and her body tightening against Ginny's. Robbie held the ornate sofa cushions in a death grip as Ginny suckled harder drinking in every last drop of the redhead's passion until the pilot's screams filled the room.

"Now who is proud?" Robbie snickered her vision finally clearing.

"That I am the only one granted the privilege to make love to you?" Ginny sighed happily resting her cheek against Robbie's quivering thigh. "I'm not only proud, I feel like the queen of the universe."

"Well my queen how about we dine out this evening? When I am capable of standing of course," Robbie gallantly threw out.

"It would be my pleasure," Ginny beamed.

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"This is nice," Ginny sighed happily glancing around the elegant dimly lit restaurant. "I'm glad you suggested it."

"I have to confess there are some things about being back in civilization that are nice," Robbie responded thoughtfully her fingers teasing the rim of her wine glass. The gentle motion of Robbie's fingers captivated Ginny.

"Robine Jane," a stern voice disrupted their bliss. Ginny glanced up blinking with surprise at the frail looking elderly woman standing over them. Her eyes widened when she spied a face from the past standing directly behind the matron.

"Grandmother Spaulding," Robbie curtly responded as she stood to greet the woman. "Ginny this is my grandmother Celeste Marie Baldwin Spaulding. Grandmother this is my friend Ginny," Robbie grinned throughout the introduction.

"Ms. Carlson Baxter," the matron curtly nodded her eyes locked on her granddaughter.

"Oh goodie," Ginny grumbled realizing that the disapproving woman was already well informed about her no doubt from defiling tales woven by Bunny. "A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Spaulding," she managed to muster standing to greet the woman properly. She wasn't surprised when the older woman not only refused to shake her hand but to look at her.

"And this is my cousin Harper," Robbie plowed ahead ignoring her grandmother's rude attitude.

"Winston," Ginny smirked.

"Baxter," Harper brightly returned with a wry grin. "R.J long time."

"You know one another?" Robbie sputtered much to Ginny's delight.

"Stanford," Harper causally supplied. "Delta Gamma."

Ginny snickered at the short direct answers and lengthy names and how good it felt not to live in that world any longer.

"She's a Gamma?" Mrs. Spaulding questioned Harper sternly.

"Leave that out of your report?" Robbie taunted her cousin as she took her seat. "Come now Harper the family may frown on your chosen profession but of course that never stops them from utilizing your firm. Certainly the investigation into my lover's life would have fallen into your hands."

"R.J, I haven't seen you in a dozen years and this is how you greet me?" Harper countered with mock indignation. "And yes, of course Baxter's background check landed on my desk. As a private investigator it's not often I get a chance to check up on a Gamma. Grandmother's a Gamma as is R.J."

"Beg pardon?" Ginny choked on her wine.

"What?" Robbie squirmed. "So I went to college, big deal."

"M.B.A from Yale," Harper eagerly added. "We should have lunch, say Wednesday noonish? You're at Mont Clair aren't you?"

"You know I am," Robbie curtly shot back.

"Robine Jane," Mrs. Spaulding chastised her quickly.

"Oh so this isn't a request it is a command performance," Robbie rolled her eyes. "Will you be joining us Grandmother Spaulding?"

"I have a prior engagement," she politely declined. "Yet I would be agreeable for a future invitation. You've been home for quite some time and I would enjoy spending time at Mont Clair providing,"

"Yes, we kept the billiard table," Robbie laughed as her grandmother finally smiled. "And I will stock up on the brandy."

"Good girl," Mrs. Spaulding nodded her approval. "Miss Carlson Baxter."

"Mrs. Spaulding, Harper," Ginny nodded politely shaking her head once she and Robbie were alone again. "Did you see my file?"

"No I told mother to burn it," Robbie explained her eyes narrowing. "How well do you know Harper?"

"Well enough to be offended by that question," Ginny bristled in response. "Why didn't you tell me they had me investigated?"

"Because I don't care about your past," Robbie defended her actions.

"Hmm," Ginny huffed. "There are things I'd like to know."

"Weren't you there?" Robbie laughed as Ginny scowled.

"There is so much we don't know about one another," she tried to explain. "My father, Garrison Carlson Baxter, walked out on my mother when I was two days old. If Harper investigated me she'd know where he is."

"My God Ginny I'm sorry I didn't know," Robbie stammered placing her hand over Ginny's. "If Harper doesn't know trust me she can find out. Okay?"

"Thank you," Ginny sniffed. "You're Gamma," she added in shock.

"I was a legacy they had to take me," Robbie responded with a boisterous laugh. "What about you were you a legacy?"

"Robbie, I'm lower middle class latch key kid from Fresno," Ginny tried to explain. "I almost didn't make it into Delta Gamma because I was there on a scholarship. We really are from different worlds."

"No, we're not," Robbie argued as she signed the check. "We were both born on a sandy beach in the middle of nowhere living off coconuts and making love under the stars."

"Damn there you go being nice again," Ginny teased rolling her eyes at her lover's bemused grin.

"Sorry," Robbie laughed taking Ginny by the hand and leading her out of the posh restaurant. "If it is any comfort, I think we can view Harper and Grandmother as allies."

"Harper maybe?" Ginny objected. "But your Grandmother I don't think so."

"Trust me in public she is Mrs. Spaulding," Robbie merrily explained. "Give her a couple shots of brandy and a chance to shoot pool and she's whole different woman. But as I said in public she more than lives up to her pretentious name."

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"Harper what a surprise," Ginny greeted her guest who was, of course, two hours early for their luncheon. "Robbie is out."

"I know," Harper cockily retorted breezing past Ginny and making herself comfortable in the library. "I always enjoyed Mont Clair, didn't get to visit often."

"Why is that?" Ginny questioned studying her old college acquaintance carefully.

"Mont Clair is a Devonshire estate, I'm a Spaulding," Harper bluntly informed her. "Speaking of names," she calmly threw out as she tossed a large file on the desk that had belonged to Robbie's grandfather. "Genevieve Wilhelmina Carlson Baxter, daughter of Sarah Lincoln Carlson Baxter and Garrison Carlson Baxter both would be artist. Your mother came from humble beginnings and your father from a modicum of money. CB Auto Parts and Storage Centers, very big fish and a very small pond, certainly not what my family would consider coming from money, but still better than your mother."

"Leave my mother out of this, she was a saint," Ginny threatened. "She worked three jobs to support us and told me I could grow up to be anything I wanted."

"Your mother still is a saint," Harper cut her off. "Pity you tried to emulate your father's side of the family. I do give you credit, your mother is living out her retirement in comfort thanks to your generosity and she misses you."

"I miss her too," Ginny guiltily confessed her heart breaking thinking that she had been a disappointment to her mother. "I'm ashamed of who I became, listening to my father's family instead of being myself."

"Are you ashamed of whom you are now?" Robbie's voice echoed as she entered the library.

"No," Ginny thrust out her chin.

"Then call her," Robbie insisted glaring at Harper. "Where is her father?"

"Prison," Harper sheepishly supplied. "Garrison Carlson Baxter never worked a day in his life. Instead he spent his days romancing women and taking whatever he could. He did marry a couple of times almost always for financial gain, except the one time he discovered he was going to be a father. As far as I can tell you're an only child, he had a vasectomy not long after you were conceived."

"So Dad's in prison again?" Ginny easily accepted.

"You don't seem surprised?" Robbie questioned with a quirk of her head.

"Not the first time," Ginny scoffed. "What Harper said is the truth. My father scams women. I was about ten when I over heard my Aunt Prudence talking about his up coming trial. Funny that what bothered me about him is not that I never met him or spoke to him but that he was disreputable. What prison is he in? It might be nice to meet him, especially if he is a captive audience."

"The information is in the file," Harper laughed. "My God you've changed since Stanford. Robbie you're a miracle worker. How ever did you get that stick out of her ass?"

"Crashed in the middle of nowhere and held her captive in paradise for almost a year," Robbie dryly responded.

"Interesting approach," Harper nodded thoughtfully. "I think I'll stick with candle light dinners. Now shall we discuss the real reason I'm here? UDV."

"What exactly is UDV?" Robbie demanded wrapping her arms around her lover's waist.

"Mergers and acquisitions, real estate development. UDV Corp. is actually a division of Brinkman Enterprises," Ginny prattled off nestling against the warmth of Robbie's body.

"And Brinkman is owned by the Murdock Corporation," Harper informed them invoking a surprised gasp from Robbie.

"What?" Ginny curiously inquired gazing up at her lover.

"What do you know about The Murdock Corporation?" Harper questioned.

"Founded by a group of robber barons prior to the civil war, the company no longer manufactures anything it simply buys and sells smaller companies or countries," Ginny supplied with disinterest. "Great investment if you could buy shares in the company but since the stocks aren't public you can't. The shareholders are surviving members of the founding families. The company is worth billions and the share holders never have to work a day in their lives."

"And the list of share holders would read like a guest list to one of my family gatherings," Robbie nervously confessed. "Spaulding, Stanton, Robine, Baldwin, Devonshire, Winston, Cabot, Harper, Ashford and Murdock take your pick they're all related to me one way or another."

"Oh my God I use to work for you?" Ginny cringed.

"Indirectly," Robbie tried to reassure the grumbling brunette.

"And you," Ginny glared at Harper. "Miss Harper Ashford Winston."

"Actually it is Harper Ashford Spaulding Winston," she glibly supplied.

"Jesus talk about inbreeding," Ginny shivered. "Honestly does your family tree branch out?"

"Barely, now can we focus on UDV or do I have to tell Robbie that you kissed me in college?" Harper huffed tapping her fingers nervously on her chin.

"What?" Robbie fumed.

"I did not," Ginny sneered. "You tried to kiss me and I slapped your face. Get to the point Winston before I slap you again!"

"That's my girl," Robbie boasted tightening her hold on Ginny.

"UDV is under investigation for misappropriation of funds," Harper finally revealed. "Someone has been embezzling and not just stealing creating bogus accounts, but scamming clients with bogus mergers. It has been going on for at least five years. The money is hidden in a dummy corporation with an off shore bank account in the Cayman Islands. Guess whom the trail leads to? Genevieve Wilhelmina Carlson Baxter who, according to her ex-fiancée, staged her disappearance two years ago and only reappeared when she was discovered hiding on a tropical island. To cover up her crime upon her return she resigned and disappeared to parts unknown. Mr. Whitfield also claims that you duped him into helping you."

"I knew he was hurt but this is just spiteful," Ginny stammered. "I'm screwed; maybe my father and I can get adjoining cells?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Robbie argued.

"Robbie, did you really earn an M.B.A?" Ginny spun around her lover gaping at her. "Good, do you remember what I told you about what I used to do for a living?"

"Not really," Robbie's cock-eyed grin explained. "Honestly I wasn't listening."

"Why am I not surprised," Ginny rubbed her throbbing temple. "I was in a perfect position to do actually what they think I did, and then disappear with a truck load of money without anyone finding out for years. If Warren testifies that I did this I am going to jail."

"Warren?" Robbie almost laughed. "The man worshiped the ground you spit on."

"And I broke his heart," Ginny carefully explained.

"Well Aunt Bunny and Grandmother have a few ideas on how to handle this unfortunate situation," Harper offered.

"Oh let me guess what Mother said?" Robbie sneered. "Throw Ginny to the wolves and let her rot in prison."

"It's like you were in the room," Harper conceded.

"And Grandmother?" Robbie pressed.

"Oh I'll let her spring her idea on you herself," Harper laughed. Ginny cringed just pondering what Mrs. Spaulding had in store for her. "She's coming by tomorrow evening isn't she?"

"Yes," Robbie nodded her hands clasping Ginny's hips.

"If I may make a suggestion," Harper stood. "Baxter by staying missing you look guilty, reappear go back to California and if you have any allies left at UDV use them to find out whatever you can. I'm flying back in couple of days we could travel together and I'll keep working on the case."

"The three of us will fly back," Robbie flatly informed her cousin.

"Don't you trust me R.J?" Harper gasped with a hint of amusement.

"With solving this case and cleaning up this mess absolutely," Robbie asserted. "With traveling alone with my girlfriend no freaking way."

"R.J," Harper gaped with a wry smile. "You know what I think? I think Warren is involved and if he isn't he wants to make damn sure Ginny takes the fall regardless of who the guilty party is."

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"Are you sure you're a lesbian? You can't shoot stick worth a damn," Mrs. Spaulding grilled Ginny.

"She's a late bloomer Grandmother," Robbie defended the now frightened brunette.

"My God you weren't kidding," Ginny gaped as the elderly woman cleared the table. "A couple of snorts and she really is a different person."

"What did you think Robine Jane's free spirit was a fluke?" Mrs. Spaulding laughed. "Pity my own children took after their father God rest his tight assed soul. I wish you could have met Helen and Martin."

"My father's parents," Robbie explained chalking her pool cue.

"Growing up Helen and I were inseparable," Mrs. Spaulding prattled on. "She and Martin were quite a pair. Byron had their sense of humor until he married my daughter. Helen and I were eighth or ninth cousins twice removed or some silly connection like that."

"I knew there was inbreeding," Ginny muttered as Mrs. Spaulding shoved her empty glass in her hands.

"Fill 'er up," the elderly matron insisted.

"Yes, Ma'am," Ginny dutifully complied.

"Now I have an idea that might take some of the heat off of Ginny," Mrs. Spaulding prattled on.

"What's that Grandmother?" Robbie questioned crouching to take her shot.

"Get married," the matron calmly stated Robbie almost tearing the felt on the table as her pool cue flew out of her hands. Ginny responded by gulping down the glass of brandy. "What? It's legal now. If she is married to a Murdock shareholder UDV will ease up on her. I think that's empty Dear best pour a round for all of us."

"Grandmother," Robbie began unsteadily while Ginny poured a round of drinks.

"Don't start with me Robine Jane," Mrs. Spaulding cautioned. "Thank you," she said to Ginny as she took one of the glasses. "The two of you survived a plane crash, lived in the middle of nowhere with nothing but each other. Ginny when you got back you sold everything you owned refused all offers of money bound and determined to find Robine Jane. You thought she was broke and just some beach bum still you were willing to follow her anywhere. Now I know that you," she directed towards her flustered granddaughter. "You moped around like a lost puppy, not eating, sleeping or flying because you thought Ginny walked away. Are you trying to convince me that you aren't in love with one another?"

"I am deeply in love with your Granddaughter," Ginny flashed. "I refuse to marry her to save my ass."

"She was going to propose anyways," Mrs. Spaulding huffed. "The trip to a tropical island like the one you met on."

"Grandmother," Robbie sputtered trying to catch her breath.

"You were?" Ginny blinked her knees quivering when the pieces fell into place.

"I, Uhm, well err," Robbie sputtered downing her drink quickly unable to meet Ginny's startled gaze. "Thanks a lot," the redhead growled at her grandmother. "Grandmother Spaulding," Robbie sternly began seeming to regain her composure. "I am not going to propose just because it is good business or because you have a twisted sense of humor, don't lie to me. I know you part of your motivation for this scheme is based on how much it will annoy my mother."

"I'm in hell," Ginny muttered under her breath. She had thought she understood the true meaning of hell when she woke up in the tattered remains of Robbie's airplane discovering that she was stranded on a sand dune and the ocean was her new powder room. Now she realized that Robbie's romantic proposal was ruined tarnished by her past. 'I wonder how much time will be tacked onto my sentence for killing Warren?' She pondered while Robbie and her grandmother argued.

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"Penny for you thoughts," Robbie greeted Ginny who was relaxing on the bench beneath the statue of Venus while she gazed up at the stars.

"Oh I was just regretting that California has the death penalty," Ginny wryly responded her eyes still locked on the stars.

"And just who are thinking of offing?" Robbie nudged her playfully.

"Warren," Ginny sighed turning to meet her lover's crystal blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

"Were you in love with him?" Robbie's lip quivered as the question slipped out.

"You know I wasn't," Ginny snapped a familiar sense tugging at her heart.

"Then why were you with him?" Robbie timidly pressed on.

Ginny took a deep breath before answering, "Because he was sweet, willing to do whatever I wanted him to do, he was secure and safe. Most of all he looked good on my arm and my resume. Pretty shallow huh?"

"That isn't who you are," Robbie argued cupping Ginny's face in her hands.

"I kept pressing those travelers' checks in your hand knowing you'd cave," she admonished herself. "Money talks right?"

Robbie pursed her lips her eyes dancing merrily. "You know what I remember?" Her rich voice echoed in the darkness. "I remember you climbing a tree to get us breakfast. I remember you collecting seashells and starfish to decorate our little lean-to. I remember you holding me when I was near death, begging me not to leave you. I remember you making love to me in this garden. And I remember the way you kissed me just this morning because you loved the way the sunlight looked on my face. That's what I remember."

"You're impossible to argue with Gunner," Ginny sighed happily.

"That's because I'm always right," Robbie boasted her words drowned out by Ginny's wild laughter. "I am."

"Of course you are," Ginny laughed harder the tears streaming down her cheeks. She cleared her throat finally regaining her composure. "I have a question."

"Why am I still stealing your pantyhose?" Robbie joked.

"No I know why you do that you pervert," Ginny wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I was going to ask why you call it a billiard room. You don't have a billiard table you have a pool table."

"Did you see my Grandmother kicking ass at eight ball?" Robbie snidely commented. "Who do you think taught me? Speaking of my Grandmother about what she said tonight,"

"No you don't," Ginny cut her off. "I want romance, I want to give that to you and I want it in return. We're not going to rush into anything just to keep me out of prison. We'll get through this and when the time is right then we will finish this conversation."

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Ginny tapped her fingers nervously Robbie was out enjoying the day or at least that is what she told the brunette. Ginny suspected that the tall redhead wanted to give her some space. She needed to contact Jada, yet she was terrified that the older woman might not be willing to speak to her. Adding to her fear was the question on whether or not it would be wise to contact Jada at the office. With so much going on her call might cast a shadow on Jada. "What to do? What to do?" She muttered repeatedly. Years ago she'd never question her course of action. She flew on autopilot knowing just how to handle every situation. That was until the ill-fated trip to the tropical island. Her life and heart forever changed by the unexpected turn.

She was forever changed, finally happy and now the past had managed to come back and bite her in the ass. "I wonder if this is how Robbie felt when I barged into her life?" She pondered out loud startled by the sound of the front door opening. She knew in her heart that the person entering the elegant manner was not her lover.

"Why Bunny ever think of knocking?" She snidely inquired at the tall woman who was sporting a scowl. Ginny wasn't surprised or bothered by Bunny's expressions. She had long ago grown accustomed to Bunny looking down at her as if she smelled something foul in the air.

"Where is Robine Jane?" Bunny demanded in a huff.

"Out," Ginny shrugged not eager to entertain the woman one moment longer than necessary. "Something on your mind Bunny?"

"I did wish to speak to my daughter," Bunny sighed dramatically. "Just what did you hooligans do to Mother last evening?"

"Do?" Ginny rolled her eyes. "Nothing, except have her teach me that shooting eight ball isn't for the faint of heart."

"Mother is under the weather," Bunny huffed parading through the house as if she was the owner.

"Hung over is she?" Ginny laughed heartily receiving an icy stare in response. "What? I didn't twist her arm in fact she twisted mine. Robbie was right, out of the lime light your Mom is a pistol."

"Robbie," Bunny sneered her voice dripping with disdain. "I would prefer that you not refer to my daughter by that ridiculous name."

"Whatever Bunny," Ginny taunted the uptight woman. "Look, if you'd like I will tell Robbie that you paid a call. I can assume the message you wish to convey is that she cut me loose and run like hell. Or perhaps should I just volunteer to fall on my sword?"

"If only you would," Bunny dryly retorted. "But you won't."

"I'm innocent," Ginny asserted confidently.

"Pity," Bunny sighed. "How is it you failed to hold your own at billiards. I thought your type was gifted when it came to such endeavors."

"Billiards, hate to burst your bubble but your mother shoots pool," Ginny laughed wondering just how much longer she was going to subjected to Bunny's presence.

"Count your blessings, she could have been in the mood to play cards," Bunny threw out still wandering around the house slipping her fingers along the woodwork and furnishing apparently checking for dust. "Where are the servants?"

"As we've explained to you in the past we don't keep a full time staff," Ginny prattled off curious that Bunny was still there. "We prefer our privacy. Why are you still here? Normally by this time you'd be half way to a social function after insulting me or offering me a pile of money to leave your daughter. Certainly it isn't the cleaning woman's capabilities keeping you here, so what gives?"

"Your current situation is quite a quandary," Bunny casually began still roaming about the manner checking everything.

"Fine," Ginny huffed her temple throbbing. "Offer me the bribe already so I can tell you to shove it. Frankly you are giving me a headache."

"If only," Bunny curled her lips into a sneer. "The garden looks nice."

"Thank you," Ginny muttered clenching her fist while fighting against the temptation of decking the annoying woman.

"You certainly are more determined than the others," Bunny continued proceeding out on to the patio.

"By the others are you referring to Robbie's past lovers? The ones you paid off just to get rid of them?" Ginny fumed. "Most of whom never cared for your daughter, they only courted her knowing you'd toss a big check at them so they would leave. You do know that is the reason she ran away, don't you?"

"Those would be the ones," Robbie brightly exclaimed as she joined the uncomfortable duo. "Good afternoon, Mother. How's tricks?"

"Robine Jane," Bunny softly cursed. "The garden is lovely, whom did you employ?"

"No one, Ginny has taken a shine to tending to the garden," Robbie boasted.

"Taken a shine," Bunny muttered shaking her head. "Very well done Ms. Carlson Baxter."

"Did you just compliment me?" Ginny sputtered taken completely aback by the comment.

"No need to worry, I doubt I will do it again," Bunny teased with just a hint of a smile.

'Holy Moly don't tell me that under all that make up and ostentatious jewelry lurks a real human being?' Ginny mentally gasped while her lover's eyes bulged.

"Mother?" Robbie sputtered. "Uhm why are you here? Other than to tell me to get rid of Ginny before the shit hit's the fan."

Bunny continued to stare out at the garden; Robbie stretched her arms over her head releasing a yawn. The redhead seemed to accept that her mother would get around to whatever it was she was plotting when she was good and ready and not one second before. Ginny on the other hand was infuriated and stormed back into the house.

Left alone in the den once again she was pondering if contacting Jada would be a wise course of action. Her troublesome thoughts were disrupted when Bunny once again made a grand entrance and invaded her space.

"You're innocent?" Bunny demanded.

"Yes!" Ginny shouted in response as Robbie reclined in the seat next to her.

"UDV," Bunny murmured thoughtfully. Ginny's nostrils flared wondering when the bothersome woman would just get to the point.

"Rutherford Whitfield is the CEO is he not?" Bunny sighed with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Whitfield?" Robbie questioned in a knowing tone.

"He's Warren's uncle," Ginny sheepishly confessed.

"Oh?" Robbie countered with an accusing glance. Ginny flinched not having seen that look in Robbie's eyes for a very long time. It was the same accusing glare she possessed each time Ginny would act like a Prima Donna back when they were stranded.

"Rutherford Whitfield," Bunny continued seemingly amused by something as she repeated the name of the man that everyone at UDV including Ginny use to refer to as God. "Interesting."

"Oh just spit it out Mother," Robbie demanded. "You only look this happy when you swing into Tiffany's. What is so special about this guy other than his fondness for nepotism?"

"I don't care for him," she gleamed almost drooling.

"Mother you hate everyone," Robbie annoyingly pointed out. "Oh I get it taking him down would please you. Ginny, my love I think we've got another ally."

"Now why does that make me nervous?" Ginny questioned with an uneasy laugh.

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Later that evening Robbie had grown distant and quiet. Ginny was on edge after countless efforts to get the brooding redhead to talk to her. They were lying in bed, Robbie's hands gently caressing Ginny's body. The brunette released a terse breath pushing her lover's hands aside. "Don't you think I can feel that you don't want to be doing that?" She bit out harshly. "Damn it Gunner I can't change who I was. You always said it didn't matter, apparently it does. I'm going to California. I think I should go alone."

"If that's what you want," Robbie grimly answered rolling on her side.

"What I want, since when has any of this been about me?" She sniffed feeling the coldness seeping from her lover's body. Just a few short days ago Ginny was happy now everything seemed wrong. She shot up suddenly startling Robbie. "I know what it is," she muttered climbing out of bed not caring that the redhead was staring at her like she had lost her mind. Granted it wasn't the first time had looked at her in such a manner. The first time was when Ginny insisted on flying despite the storm warning.

"Not that I'm unhappy to finally seeing some spunk returning to your step but what the hell are you doing?" Robbie sputtered while Ginny flipped on the bedroom light and began packing a bag. "Look I'm sorry, I'm being a jerk," Robbie blew out in exasperation. "I was wrong to assume,"

"No you weren't," Ginny cut off the stunned woman. "Do you know what Warren used to call me?"

"Ginny," Robbie tossed out keeping her eyes locked on the brunette's frantic movements.

"No," Ginny bluntly corrected her. "Dear and it was usually preceded by 'yes'. When you heard Warren was my boss' nephew you assumed that I used him much in the same manner women used to use you. And you'd be right, almost. I wasn't looking for a pay off, well I was, but not the kind off pay your old flames were looking for; I was in the closet to protect my career. I was a good businesswoman and being gay didn't fit that mold. Think what you will about my cowardice the truth is Rutherford Whitfield would never promote a homosexual to a position of trust."

"So he's a fucker," Robbie sputtered climbing out of bed trying to stop the smaller woman from packing. "I'm sorry, honest to God I love you and I don't believe that you're using me."

"I know that Tarzan," Ginny smiled snatching her bag from Robbie's grasp. "I forgot something, since we've been living here. I forgot that I'm a damn good businesswoman. That is what this is business. I may not be the savage viper I was, but I still know a thing or two. This is my fight."

"Our fight," Robbie corrected her.

"My fight," Ginny placated the brooding woman. "If I fail I'm not taking you down with me. The Feds are already investigating you now and with my mythical off shore account that won't look good."

"I don't care about that," Robbie fumed.

"I do," Ginny argued. "I'm going to California now, without Harper or your family's help. This is what I'm good at."

"Leaving?" Robbie challenged.

"No you goober," Ginny smiled brightly. "Just look after the rose garden until I get back. And keep praying my return won't be ten to twenty years from now."

"I'll wait for you," Robbie laughed. "Bake you muffins? I'll even slip a file in your birthday cake."

"Just tell me where my pantyhose are," Ginny beamed.

"I think you might need new ones," Robbie blushed.

"Pervert," Ginny laughed zipping up her suitcase. "Not to worry I'll be needing to buy new suits, shoes and a bunch of other stuff. I still have my own money so nothing can be traced back to you."

"What are you up to?" Robbie coughed.

"Doing what I'm good at," Ginny reassured the taller woman as she cupped her face. "Baby the Bitch is back."

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Ginny strolled into the posh restaurant sporting the latest style checking her watch and looking as if she owned the place. In some small way it made her feel good knowing that all eyes were on her. She didn't want to return to be the callous cutthroat she had once been but she had to admit it felt good taking charge again.

"Genevieve?" The dark skinned woman sputtered as Ginny took a seat at her table.

"Jada," Ginny beamed brightly.

"I Uhm I'm meeting a prospective client," Jada nervously hedged her eyes darting around frantically.

"I know," Ginny smirked with delight. "Stanton Enterprises I'm afraid that I lied to your poor assistant. I needed to meet with you and was a tad leery that my luncheon invitation might not be accepted."

"Good call," Jada praised her former adversary. "Well look at you, unemployment seems to agree with you. Speaking of looking at you, I think you should know that a great many people are looking for you."

"So I've heard," Ginny conceded snapping open her menu. "I am confused that after everything I did you'd warn me about that."

"Baxter, you were a backstabbing wench," Jada flatly agreed. "But you made the firm a lot of money. When you came back that was missing, you were still sharp and hungry but not evil. It was like you grew a heart."

"I did," Ginny proudly announced. "Is the salmon still good here?"

"Yes," Jada nodded. "I know you didn't do this, tell me you're here to clean up this mess?"

"Absolutely," Ginny boldly asserted. "Tell me everything."

"The trail leads to you," Jada began in earnest. "Your name is all over most of the dummy corporations which was my first clue that you had nothing to do with this. Stupidity isn't one of your traits. I should warn you the initial trail led to Warren."

"I had a feeling," Ginny responded in a thoughtful tone. "It is Wednesday. Does God still play golf on Wednesdays?"

"Of course," Jada nodded.

"That means that he won't be in the office until tomorrow morning," Ginny theorized. "I'll need to pay him a visit."

"Damn you're just going to barge into Rutherford's office?" Jada gasped.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Ginny laughed. "Jada I know I have no right to ask but what can you tell me about this mess?"

"Baxter if you don't clean up this mess the firm sinks and I'm out of job," Jada quickly informed her. "Plus, I like the new you. I'll tell you everything I've heard the auditors are being very tight lipped but I've heard a few things. After I do you have to tell me what is going on with you and why you look so freaking happy?"

"Me? I've been gardening." Ginny smiled. "With the most beautiful woman in the world."

"You fell in love," Jada sighed. "That explains everything. Okay it all started during a routine audit six months ago."

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"Where the hell have you been?" The older woman with the sparkling emerald eyes demanded.

"Hi Mom," Ginny sheepishly responded uncertain if she was still welcome in her mother's home. She exhaled a heavy sigh as her mother's arms wrapped around her body squeezing her tightly.

Ginny spent two hours explaining why she was back on the West Coast and skimming over the details of her new life on the East Coast. "Sounds like a mess," her mother nodded thoughtfully.

"The good news is no one claims to have dealt with me directly, only Warren," Ginny sighed heavily. "I knew he was hurt when I ended things, I just had no idea he'd be vindictive."

"Losing love can bring on a whole lot of hatred," Sarah sighed thoughtfully.

"You never hated my father," Ginny pressed.

"The hell I didn't," Sarah laughed. "I just got past it. He may have been a disappointment but he did give me you. So, are you going to tell me why you just sprinted off to the East coast after being lost at sea?"

"I fell in love," Ginny gulped extracting the picture from her pocket. The brunette's hands trembled as she handed the picture of Robbie to her mother.

"Beautiful girl," Sarah smiled.

"Yes she is," Ginny proudly agreed. "You're not disappointed are you?"

"No," Sarah answered with surprise. "Ginny darling I told you when you were sixteen and confused that I didn't care who you were and I'd love you no matter what. I'm not your Aunt Prudence."

"I should have listened to you," Ginny bemoaned. "I didn't even know that was what you were talking about. Aunt Prudence caught wind of my doubts and bluntly informed me that there weren't any queers in the Carlson Baxter family and there never would be. Uhm Mom there is something I found out that I think you should know. My father,"

"Is in prison," Sarah smiled. "I know. I've even visited the old bugger once or twice."

"You don't still have feelings for him do you?" Ginny pried surprised that her parents kept in touch.

"Lord no," Sarah laughed. "Of course it helps that he isn't devilishly handsome any longer. Garrison was never the great love of my life. If I hadn't gotten pregnant it probably would have only been a fling for the both of us. He was charming, but no I knew his reputation. I was attracted to him, but we were just friends."

"Oh my God my parents were fuck buddies," Ginny gasped shaking her head violently.

"Tell me her name?" Sarah persisted holding up Robbie's picture.

"Robbie," Ginny responded with a goofy grin. "I love her. She is the most beautiful, infuriating and not to mention insane person I've ever met and I can't wait for the two of you to meet."

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"Where in the hell have you been?" Harper Winston demanded when Ginny burst into the investigator's office. "My cousin is going out of her mind. Granted for R.J it is a relatively short journey."

"Good morning to you as well Winston," Ginny smirked Harper's eyes narrowing. "I will call my girlfriend soon. First I need to have a little chat with you and not as your cousin's girlfriend. Think of me as a sorority sister who needs a favor."

"Paying clients would be such a nice change," Harper fussed.

"Give it a rest Harper," Ginny frowned. "After studying criminal justice, then earning a law degree, you studied to became a private investigator which annoyed the bejesus out of your uptight family. After learning everything you could by working for a prestigious firm you opened your own shop, stealing most of your former employers clients. Winston Investigations isn't hurting for money and even if it was you aren't. But enough about you lets talk about me."

"Tell me does R.J ever get to be on top?" Harper taunted the petite woman.

"Whenever she wants," Ginny purred as Harper gaped at her brash statement. "Winston, I didn't want to come to you because you are related to my lover and frankly I'm sick and tired of the way your family feels a need to barge into our lives whenever the mood hits them."

"Then why are you here?" Harper curiously questioned while twirling her pen between her fingers.

"I'm here because if this happened and I had never met Robbie sadly I would have knocked on your door for help," Ginny reasoned. "Utilizing a former sister's talents is one of the reasons for joining a sorority. If you don't wish to help, then so be it."

"What do you need to know?" Harper blew out. "I did the work already, might as well put it to some use."

"Is it true that everyone who was misled or swindled never worked on those deals directly with me?" Ginny pressed forward eager to put this behind her and return to her life.

"Yes," Harper blinked with surprise. "You've been a busy girl. From what I've learned something kicked up during a routine audit nothing major but one thing led to another. The firm tried to keep it quiet but word got out and the cops got involved. The trail led to Warren who immediately said it was you and had the paperwork to prove it. He claims that you coerced him into going along with your scheme. Based on the fact that you were engaged and countless witness statements that you led the poor smuck around by the nose are very convincing. Warren cut a deal he won't do any time and has agreed to testify against you. That's it."

"I already know all of that," Ginny fussed.

"Oh?" Harper grumbled with disappointment.

"Fine," Ginny began thoughtfully. "Do you know why Bunny dislikes Rutherford Whitfield?"
"No," Harper furrowed her brow. "Then again my aunt dislikes a great many people. Wait," she blurted out suddenly as she began to search through a stack of papers on her desk. "He graduated from Harvard and he was a Tao Omega at the same time Bunny was a Gamma at Radcliff."

"And who do Delta Gamma girls date and marry?" Ginny beamed.

"Tao Omegas," Harper gleefully responded. "Rutherford comes from money but a Spaulding would have been a major sprint up the food chain. Think he trifled with Bunny's affections?"

"Absolutely I just don't know how I'm going to utilize this information," Ginny pondered drumming her fingers against Harper's desk. "What has Warren been up to since I disappeared? Any new love interests?"

"No," Harper grumbled. "He is still talking about you, sorry bastard. Adding to the mix is that these misappropriations ceased when you resigned."

"Warren was stealing because he was about to marry someone who was high maintenance," Ginny theorized.

"Or his ego was bruised because not only were you better at the family business but made more money than him," Harper concluded.

"I need to get Warren to confess," Ginny grinned as she plotted on just how she could accomplish the seemingly unlikely event. "I also need to keep Robbie's name out of this."

"Not going to happen," Harper cut her off. "The Feds have looked at your bank account."

"There is nothing there except the money from when I consolidated my assets," Ginny protested.

"Yes almost every penny," Harper explained. "You haven't worked in almost two years, so how have you been supporting yourself? They want to know how you've been living, where you've been living and who is paying your bills."

"First things first," Ginny sighed. "I'm paying Rutherford a visit."

"Why?" Harper pressed.

"To turn myself in," Ginny flatly explained. "And rattle his cage. If the Whitfield clan is anything like your family they'll start circling the wagons. Keep digging. A woman by the name of Jada Rawlings will be calling you. I'll need some discreet surveillance complete with pictures and sound. Can you do that?"

"Of course," Harper smirked.

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"Good morning," Ginny greeted Jada as she breezed into the corporate offices of UDV. She snickered at the gaping looks she received from her former co-workers.

"Ms. Carlson Baxter," Jada politely greeted her. "God is in his office," she whispered conspiratorially.

"Of course he is," Ginny grinned. "It is eight A.M on a Thursday morning, not only is he in his office he is half way through his morning martini. Any idea where my sniveling ex-boyfriend is?"

"He had to resign," Jada confided.

"Damn if they're not careful he is going to vanish along with the money," Ginny sneered. "While I'm disrupting God's breakfast call this number. It should connect you with Harper Winston tell her to have a full set up ready in one hour, at this address don't mention my name just your own. She will know what to do," Ginny explained handing Jada the information. "Wish me luck."

"You got it," Jada promised.

"Miss Carlson Baxter?" Rhonda Mr. Whitfield's assistant stammered as the brunette breezed past her. "You can't, he's not."

"Oh yes I can," Ginny cackled as she burst into Rutherford's office. Her abrupt entrance caused the man to spill his morning cocktail. "Take a break Rhonda," she informed the agitated woman. "Rutherford it has been a long time," she beamed slamming the door behind her.

"Where have you been?" He demanded the veins on his neck bulging.

"Living my life," Ginny supplied honestly. "I hear you wanted to see me. So here I am."

"The police want to see you," the rotund executive sputtered. "Why did you do it?"

"I didn't do squat and you know it," she laughed making herself comfortable in one of the leather bound chairs that faced his expensive empty desk. "Rutherford, honestly do you believe if I was so inclined to skim off the top I would be stupid enough to leave a paper trail. Where is that little weasel you wanted me to marry?"

"Rhonda call the police?" He barked into his intercom. "I never should have let you anywhere near my family."

"Please, you told me to go out with him," Ginny laughed. "In fact I distinctly recall you enjoying the way I kept him in line. You said I was good for him because, and I quote, the sorry little shit couldn't find his own ass with both hands and a flashlight. He was never going to survive in this business. If I married into your family UDV would survive, you know it and I know it. The future isn't looking bright for the firm from what I hear. Never mind we can get into all that when the police arrive."

"Rhonda cancel the police," Rutherford barked into the intercom slumping in his chair. "What are you up to?"

"I'm simply trying to bring the truth out in the open," Ginny confidently smirked. "I can save this company interested?" His jaw dropped as he glared over at her. "Good I have your attention. How long before Brinkman drops UDV? Do you think they will wait for the scandal or do you think Murdock will insist they pull out before UDV folds like a wet napkin? Beatrice Spaulding must be happy now that you're in hot water and she can force Brinkman into ruining you."

"That woman," Rutherford wearily responded wiping the beads of sweat from his brow.

"Tell me did you dump her or was it the other way around?" Ginny eagerly questioned. "Knowing you, you probably stepped on your dick and she dropped you like a bad habit."

"It was a misunderstanding," he sputtered. "How do you know this?"

"It doesn't matter," Ginny offered with a self-satisfying smirk. "What does matter to me is that I clear my name. Now I can do that by bringing you and your precious firm down during a lengthy and nasty trial. Or I can do it quietly."

"How?" He pleaded.

"Warren returns the money and brokers a new deal with the Feds," Ginny casually supplied. "The company remains solvent, Warren will probably stay out of jail and I can assure you that good old Bunny will back off."

"Baxter," he choked out. "Do you honestly think Warren was bright enough to pull this off?"

"Apparently we both underestimated him," Ginny conceded. "Pick up the phone call him, arrange a meeting and leave my name out of this. I can't blame him for hating me, but I won't go to prison over it."

"And just how are you going to keep Bunny Spaulding off my ass?" Rutherford sputtered in amazement. "Baxter I know you're good but you're not a miracle worker."

"Really?" She purred with delight extracting her cell phone from her pocket. " Good morning," she murmured when Robbie answered the phone. "How are you?"

"I'm not going to tell you," Robbie fussed playfully. "Where are you? How are you? And how often am I supposed to water the roses?"

"I know I asked you to look after them, but maybe you shouldn't touch anything until I get back," Ginny fearfully blew out.

"Nothing?" Robbie taunted. "What about myself?"

Ginny squeaked momentarily distracted by her lover's comment. "I should be returning soon, perhaps I could assist you with that?"

"Is there anything I can do to speed things up?" Robbie pleaded.

"Call Bunny and tell her to back off," Ginny slowly instructed.

"From?" Robbie pressed. "Cause you know there is a long ass list of things my Mother should stay out of."

"For the moment I'll settle for her leaving things at UDV in my hands," Ginny carefully explained.

"You are choosing your words very carefully do I want to know why?" Robbie inquired.

"No," Ginny smirked. "Just convey to Bunny that the matter is being dealt with."

"Fine," Robbie beamed. "Then can I touch myself?"

"Only if you call me when you begin handling things," Ginny released a pleasant sigh before saying goodbye. "Done. Now your turn, call your nephew."

"Damn I always knew you were good, but handling Bunny you should get a medal," Rutherford sputtered in amazement. "Any chance you'd consider coming back once this matter is behind us?"

"Not a chance in hell," Ginny boldly confessed. "I have to admit it feels good dipping my toes back in the water, but the thing is I no longer want to swim with the sharks. I much prefer this nice quiet pond I've been playing in. Have him meet us at this location in one hour and don't tip him off that something is up."

She slid the information across his desk and waited listening carefully to his conversation with his misguided nephew. "Now wasn't that fun?" She taunted the scowling man. "Now you stay here and finish your martini like a good boy."

"I'm not going with you?" Rutherford bristled.

"No," Ginny cut him off.

"How do I know that any of this is for real?" He demanded.

"Fine, I'll turn myself into the police and let Bunny Spaulding Devonshire take over," Ginny threatened. "We both know she'll have the majority shareholders at Murdock on her side. Even if I do go to prison your company and everything you've worked for is gone."

"Fine," he bitterly spat out.

"And don't even think about tipping off Warren," she cautioned as she stood. "All I want is the truth, and frankly I owe him an apology. Do this my way and we all walk away. Deal?"

"Deal," he agreed slumping deeper in his chair.

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Ginny smiled confidently spying Harper nestled comfortably at the table adjacent to Warren's at the outdoor café she had selected. She wanted the meeting to be out in the open with plenty of witnesses just in case Warren was more unstable than she suspected he was.

"Hello Honey did you miss me?" She offered with a saccharine smile as she seated herself next to her very surprised ex-fiancée. "Sorry I had to go through your uncle, but I wanted to make sure you'd show up."

"Ginny?" He gaped over at her his hands trembling. "You're back?"

"No," she quickly corrected him before he went off the deep end. "I'm only here because apparently I'm a fugitive. Any idea how that happened? Warren I'm sorry that I hurt you, what I did was unforgivable, but framing me was way out of line."

"I didn't," he stumbled. "I thought you were dead. I wanted to die and then when they found you it was like a miracle until you started talking like a crazy person."

"It's not crazy to be in love," Ginny tried to reason with him. "I'm gay, I always have been. I'm sorry that I used you, but I'm in love with Robbie and she loves me."

"That pilot," he growled. "So what now you're living in some trailer park, is that what makes you happy?"

"Robbie would make me happy if we lived in a cardboard box," Ginny slowly explained. "This isn't about my leaving you. Warren the fraud started long before we were engaged. Why did you do it? And why use my name?"

"Why doesn't anyone take me seriously?" He whined as a bulb went off in Ginny's head.

"That is why you used my name. The clients wouldn't sign on to the bogus deals if it was just you," she sighed. "This was never about money was it? This was about showing everyone who doubted you that you're smarter than us. Your father, your uncle, the other junior VP's and last but not least me. Well you've shown us all now give the money back before your family ends up bankrupt."

"Oh you're wrong," he retorted with an evil smile. "In the beginning it wasn't about the money. Now it is. Just knowing that I'll be living in paradise while you are rotting in prison makes me happy. How long do you think your girlfriend will wait?"

"She did promise to bake me muffins," Ginny beamed pleased when Harper choked loudly.

"We could go together?" Warren boldly offered. "I'm not such a bad option compared to prison. We could be long gone before anyone misses us."

"It is not that simple," Ginny blew out. "I love her. Warren give the money back, I'm certain the family lawyers can keep you out of jail if you make restitution."

"Not a chance," he laughed. "You dumped me and made a fool out of me. Now it is my turn. I'll be gone with all that money and you'll be someone's bitch in prison."

"Tsk," she laughed.

"Fine you'll have a bitch in prison," Warren conceded as Ginny broke out in wild laughter. "What?"

"Nothing just something Robbie said about you never being on top," Ginny laughed as his face turned crimson.

"You told her?" He squealed in horror.

"She figured it out," Ginny laughed harder. "Oh God," she sniffed wiping the tears from her eyes. "Sorry, before you leave tell me how you did it? I have to admit I am impressed."

Ginny sat smugly for over an hour listening to Warren bragging about how he pulled off the elaborate scam. She had to admit she did under estimate him in one respect the plan was brilliant. Sadly for Warren he explained each and every detail of how he did it. When he concluded Harper gave Ginny the thumbs up and dialed her cell phone.

"So, still think I'm an idiot?" He challenged her.

"I must say the way you pulled it off was brilliant," Ginny confessed checking her watch quickly. "So when are you leaving to empty your account in the Cayman Islands?"

"After I have you arrested," Warren smiled as he began to dial his cell phone. "Just so you know there are no hard feelings I'll give you a head start it should take them at least ten minutes to get here then again the office is right down the block."

"They're here," Ginny shrugged as the two agents approached the table.

"Genevieve Carlson Baxter?" The older of the two men addressed her as they flashed their badges.

"Yes," she smiled confidently.

"I was just calling you," Warren sputtered.

"Ms. Baxter you are under arrest," the agent continued.

"Excuse me Special Agent Morris is it?" Harper cut in showing her id as well. "I'm Harper Winston of Winston Investigations. I suggest that you not let Mr. Whitfield out of your sight. I have an audiotape and video that my associate in the van right over there shot. You might find them interesting."

"I'm not going to like this," Agent Morris sighed.

"You are going to love this," Ginny asserted. "Now arrest me and take the weasel with us."

"And why should I listen to you?" Morris demanded.

"Because if you don't the money and snot boy will be long gone," Ginny slowly explained.

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Ginny was exhausted when she was finally released from police custody. She said her goodbyes to Harper and hailed a cab. The first thing she did was turn on her cell phone planning on contacting Robbie just to let her know everything was finally all right. Her phone chirped alerting her that she had missed a call. Her smile grew broader as she instantly recognized the caller. She punched in the numbers and settled in the back of taxi eager to hear her lover's voice.

"Hey Wilma I guess you are busy," Robbie's voice purred. "I guess I will have to take matters into my own hands without you. Right now I am sitting on our bed wearing nothing but a smile. I am running my hands along my stomach wishing you were here. My hands are slipping higher," she moaned deeply. "I'm touching my breasts my nipples are so sensitive. They are hard just thinking about you. I'm pinching them. I'm so wet. I need to touch myself. I'm still pinching one of my nipples but my other hand is slipping down my body. It feels so good. I'm stroking my clit very slowly. Oh yeah. God Baby I need more. I'm inside myself fucking myself long and hard. Oh it feels so good. Yes, oh yes so good."

Ginny's jaw was hanging open as her eyes bulged out while she listened to the sounds of her lover climaxing. "I'm going to kill her," she squeaked as the sound of her lover's voice continued. Ginny squirmed in her seat listening to Robbie groaning in ecstasy until the passionate cries finally ebbed.

"Oh that was so good," Robbie cooed. "Sorry you missed it. I hope your day is going good. Call me?" Robbie brightly chimed as the message concluded.

"Paybacks," Ginny gasped saving the message her hand trembling as she put the phone back in her pocket.

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"Hello gorgeous," Ginny purred into her cell phone plopping her feet up on her mother's sofa. "Loved the message you left."

"You said I could play with myself," Robbie boldly countered the noise in the background of where ever she was making it difficult for Ginny to hear the tall redhead.

"Yes, I did indeed," Ginny blushed thankful that her mother excused herself. "And thank you for sharing it with me. You do know that was naughty and I will have to spank you for it don't you?"

"I was hoping," Robbie eagerly responded. "Where were you?"

"Jail," Ginny shrugged. "The police confiscated my cell phone when I was arrested."

"Beg pardon?" Robbie squawked. "Do I need to come bail you out are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Ginny laughed. "No need to start plotting my escape, the whole thing is over. I know I said I didn't need any help from your family, but I thought since Harper is an old college mate that didn't qualify. Anyhoo, Warren is in jail probably brokering a new deal. I should be on my way home soon. I want to spend some time with my Mom."

"I knew you could do it," Robbie brightly exclaimed. "Could you do one more thing for me?"

"Anything," Ginny promised.

"Open the door," Robbie purred as Ginny's brow crinkled. She looked around in confusion keeping the phone pressed to her ear she stood and opened the front door. She squealed with delight upon discovering hr lover and mother standing in the garden. "Hey there," the redhead beamed as Ginny threw herself into her lover's arms.

"What? How?" Ginny stammered.

"I know you needed to do this on your own and I respect that," Robbie timidly began hugging the smaller woman tighter. "I just wanted to be here for you just in case you needed a hug."

"I always need your hugs," Ginny exclaimed as her mother laughed.

"What did you do to my daughter?" Sarah sputtered. "I haven't seen her this happy in years."

"Me?" Robbie shrugged. "Nothing, except well never mind. I can see where Ginny gets her fondness for working in the garden from, your home is beautiful Ma'am."

"It is Sarah, and thank you," Sarah laughed. "Nice way to change the subject. Will you be visiting as well Robbie?"

"Yes, thank you," Robbie politely accepted. "If the two of you don't mind there is something I wanted to show Ginny?"

"Well now that this brouhaha is finally over I'd be happy to have a little fun," Sarah accepted.

"Whatever you want," Ginny concurred. "I just want you to promise me one thing Gunner."

"Anything," Robbie shrugged guiding the two women to the rental car.

"When we get back to Mont Clair change the locks," Ginny demanded. "Having your family prancing in and out whenever they please doesn't work for me."

"Excellent suggestion," Robbie beamed. "Shall we?"

"Mont Clair?" Sarah questioned as they drove along the highway.

"Our home," Robbie answered as Ginny squirmed.

"You named your house?" Sarah carefully questioned.

"No my great grandfather named our home," Robbie quickly corrected. "It is a hand me down but it has a nice view."

"Uh huh," Sarah muttered.

"Mom, before you get the wrong idea I had no idea my charismatic beach bum had any money," Ginny quickly defended her actions. She slumped in her seat knowing that based on her past actions it wouldn't be a far fetched assumption.

"Not only did you think I was unemployed you offered to support me," Robbie laughed outrageously.

"Oh," Sarah blew out in relief. "I don't know what you did to my little girl, in fact I'd probably die happy not knowing, I'm just happy that she is finally happy," she added with a knowing smile. "Why are we at the airport?"

"You'll see," Robbie, taunted the duo parking outside of an airplane hanger with the name Murdock boldly scrolled across the top. "Ready?"

They strolled through the busy hanger dodging workers and pilots weaving their way through a row of expensive private jets. In the back was a shiny little jet expressive for most people yet demure when compared to the other planes filling the hanger. Ginny thought it was beautiful. "Uhm Tarzan I think it is beautiful but you're not allowed to fly," she stammered fearful that Robbie's roguish ways might have returned.

"Yes I am," the taller woman explained flashing her new license. "While you were fighting your battles, I decided to follow you example. I left the suits behind and threw myself on the mercy of the bureaucrats. Something I said must have been convincing because they finally saw things my way. Well not entirely, but I can fly again. Still can't leave the country but what the hey."

Ginny stroked her chin thoughtfully as she studied the plane. She had to fight against the gales of laughter as she studied the painting of a buxom brunette painted on the plane. "You named the plane Wilma?"

"Couldn't resist," Robbie beamed with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Anyone want to go for a ride?"

"I don't know," Ginny teased. "The last time you took me up in the air we crashed into a sand dune and you started stealing my pantyhose. Fire her up and show me what you got hot stuff."

"Not in front of your mother," Robbie gasped before winking at her lover.

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"That was some trip," Ginny blew out in exhaustion dropping the luggage in the front foyer of Mont Clair.

"I still can't believe that Warren just confessed everything," Robbie sighed locking up behind them. "I'll call the lock smith and security company in the morning. No more uninvited guests. So why did he confess? He could have been half way to paradise by now."

"He needed to show me how smart he is," Ginny shrugged taking her lover by the hand. "Warren, albeit dutiful to everyone, wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. Stealing was never about the money he needed to show everyone up including me. When it was discovered he figured that he could use his well planned ruse to either get me back or make me pay for leaving him. In some twisted way he did prove that he is smarter than I thought he was. It was a brilliant scheme. Unfortunately he under estimated my survival instincts. The Feds couldn't apologize enough after they heard the tape."

"I hate that he isn't going to jail," Robbie groused following as Ginny led her upstairs.

"The money has been returned and he is on probation for a very long time," Ginny explained. "White collar crime is a slap on the wrist. I just hope he has learned his lesson and moves on with his life. I don't really care I'm just happy that it is all behind us."

She smiled devilishly as they stepped into the master bedroom. "I really enjoyed spending time with my mother and having the two of you hit it off so well was more than I could ever hope for," she offered in a feral tone. "It just sucked being in such a small house and not being able to express my feelings."

Robbie's eyes glazed open as Ginny retrieved a fresh pair of pantyhose from the pocket of her jeans. "Now Tarzan I have plans for you," she purred tightening the nylons in her hands. Robbie gulped in response as Ginny backed the taller woman up against the bed. "That message you left on my phone was very naughty," she growled her emerald eyes dimming with desire. "I saved it by the way. Turn around," she demanded reaching up and ripping open the redhead's short-sleeved blouse. She cupped Robbie's breast teasing her lover's nipple through the lacy material of her bra. "I said turn around," she repeated with a quick pinch of the taller woman's nipple.

Robbie released a throaty moan before complying with her lover's wishes. Ginny licked her lips as her lover bent over bracing her hands on the bed. Ginny cast the nylons down stepping behind Robbie's warm inviting body. "Do you remember the first time you spanked me?"

"Yes," Robbie gasped in response while Ginny ran her hand along her lover's backside.

"I wanted you so much," Ginny groaned slipping her hand around Robbie's waist and busying her hands with the buttons of her lover's shorts. "I was so wet, I wanted you inside of me to fuck me long and hard," she continued as she yanked the redhead's shorts down to her ankles. "I kept pushing my ass against your hand needing to feel you take me, just like I needed you when I listened to your message. You've kept me waiting and that is very bad."

"Yes it was," Robbie smirked kicking off her shoes and shorts while Ginny's hand glided against the thin material of her panties.

Ginny slipped her hand between Robbie's thighs moaning when her lover's wetness greeted her touch. She ground the heel of her hand against Robbie's mound while pressing her body against the redhead's backside. She moaned with pleasure as Robbie's hips thrust back grinding into her body. Her desire growing the seam of her jeans rubbed against her clit as she thrust against her lover's body. "You're so wet," Ginny murmured with delight. "You weren't playing with yourself on the trip home were you?"

"No," Robbie chuckled. "I was too busy flying the plane. Ah," Robbie gasped when Ginny ground her hand harder against her throbbing clit.

"Whatever shall I do with you?" Ginny taunted slipping her hand from the warmth of her lover's body. Slipping her hands along Robbie's back she could feel the redhead's body quivering in anticipation. Ginny quickly removed the tattered remains of Robbie's top and then her bra the taller woman's body shuddering from her touch. She cast the garments across the room pleased at the sight of her lover bent over clad only in her panties. She ran her tongue along Robbie's spine while her hands glided up along the supple curves of the redhead's body. "You didn't answer my question," Ginny whispered hotly in Robbie's ear. "What should I do with you?"

"Anything you want," Robbie pleaded.

"Good," Ginny beamed swatting the redhead firmly on her ass. "Stay there," Ginny instructed feeling light headed as she stepped away from her lover. "I love you," she murmured in wonderment as she quickly shed her clothing. Approaching her lover she released a happy sigh. She ran her hands along Robbie's body enjoying the feel of the redhead's flesh trembling beneath her touch. Once again she cupped her lover's firm round cheeks before delivering a firm swat. Her pulse raced when Robbie moaned with pleasure jerking her hips backward eager to feel more of Ginny's touch.

Ginny traced the waistband of her lover's panties her heart racing as she hooked her fingers in the thin material. She lowered the black silk garments slightly down exposing Robbie's soft flesh. She caressed the newly exposed flesh before delivering another slap. "You're so bad," Ginny brightly asserted pinching her lover's bottom playfully.

"I'll be bad whenever you want me to be," Robbie panted while Ginny lowered the redhead's underwear down her hips. Ginny allowed the garment to slip down Robbie's legs. She started spanking her trembling lover who was begging her for more. Ginny slipped her fingers between Robbie's thighs moaning as her lover's desire filled her hand. Licking her lips she slipped her fingers between Robbie's slick folds slowly teasing her lover. She captured Robbie's throbbing clit between her fingers enjoying the feel of her lover's body rocking against her touch. She tenderly stroked the engorged nub her body trembling with her own aching need.

Robbie whimpered when Ginny's touch slipped from her body. The brunette slowly licked the passion from her fingers keeping a watchful eye on her lover. She sighed deeply sinking to her knees cupping her lover's firm backside in her hands. Robbie's hips swayed against her touch. Ginny slowly glided her tongue along the curve of her lover's ass caressing her skin. She moaned softly her tongue slipping between Robbie's thighs tasting her slowly while the redhead pleaded for release.

Ginny slipped her tongue deeper inside of Robbie's passion holding her lover tightly as she feasted upon her. Robbie's hips bucked pressing her body harder against Ginny. The brunette smiled brightly ebbing her touch. "Please," Robbie choked out as Ginny stood.

"Climb on the bed," Ginny boldly asserted retrieving the pantyhose. Her eyes glued to the sight of Robbie's naked form scurrying up onto the bed. "Oh yeah," Ginny murmured climbing up behind her eager lover. She guided Robbie on to her back capturing the pilot's wrists. Robbie gaped at her with a mix of surprise and pleasure.

Ginny slipped the nylons around Robbie's wrists, tying them tightly raising the redhead's arms above her head. She shuddered when the softness of Robbie's breasts brushed against her skin. Using the pantyhose she tied the taller woman to the bedpost. "What no blindfold?" Robbie purred slipping her knee between Ginny's thighs.

"No I want you to see everything," Ginny promised her eyes smoldering with desire.

"I don't get to play?" Robbie whimpered.

"You've had your turn, Tarzan now it is my turn to have a little fun," Ginny quipped with a sly grin her hand slipping down her naked torso. She paused brushing her fingers against her nipples her lover gaping at her movements. Robbie struggled against her restraints as Ginny became preoccupied with her erect nipples. "You're killing me Wilma," the pilot sputtered.

Ginny moaned pleased that she was driving her lover insane. She rolled her hips brushing her damp curls against Robbie's stomach. Ginny could feel her desire mounting her lover's needy whimpers calling out to her. She dipped her head capturing one of Robbie's nipples between her lips suckling it urgently. Robbie bucked against her touch gasping as Ginny suckled her harder.

The headboard creaked from Robbie tugging against the pantyhose when her lover's mouth released her breast from the warmth of her mouth. Robbie gritted her teeth causing Ginny to smile wickedly. "Poor Tarzan," she taunted the pilot her hand returning to her own breast. She giggled as Robbie wriggled beneath her begging to be touched.

Robbie inhaled sharply as Ginny's hand slipped further down her body. The brunette's breathing quickened knowing that her lover's focus was firmly locked on the slow descent of her left hand. Robbie flailed about when Ginny's fingers brushed against her mound. She could feel her desire greeting her touch parting her swollen nether lips.

"Is this what you were doing when you left that message for me?" Ginny taunted the flustered woman squirming beneath her.

"No," Robbie flushed. "I wasn't doing anything, I made it up."

"You lied to me? Tsk tsk," Ginny smirked her nimble fingers dancing across her pulsating clit. "Ah," Ginny gasped her fingers slipping deeper inside of her wetness. Robbie began to nibble on her bottom lip her crystal blue eyes riveted to the sight of Ginny slipping inside of her wetness. Ginny swayed her hips wiggling her fingers inside of her center. She watched the unsteady rise and fall of Robbie's chest the redhead struggling to breathe. Ginny stroked herself slowly teasing her engorged nub with the pad of her numb Robbie's desire mingling with her own as she thrust her hips wildly her body tensing as she pleasured herself.

Ginny's body shuddered she began kissing her way down the lanky pilot's body painting Robbie's flesh with her passion coated fingers. "Sweet Jesus, Ginny," Robbie screamed out as the brunette's touch drifted lower. Ginny nipped at Robbie's flesh savoring the taste of her skin. Robbie struggled for freedom her lover caressing her backside drawing her passion closer.

Ginny nestled between the pilot's thighs her senses reeling from the musky aroma of her lover's desire. Still in a playful mood she flickered her tongue against Robbie's throbbing clit only to retreat when her lover pleaded for more. She taunted the flustered woman again and again each time Robbie groaning and pressing her body urgently against Ginny's touch.

"I love you," Ginny whispered helplessly nestling her lips closer to her desire. Robbie's legs were wrapped around her shoulders drawing Ginny closer. She couldn't resist such a tempting offer slipping her fingers inside of Robbie's center her body pulsating as she felt Robbie's body tightening against her own. She suckled the throbbing bundle in her mouth her fingers gliding in and out or Robbie's wetness. She held her lover steady drinking in the taller woman's nectar. Her mouth and fingers driving Robbie higher until the redhead was screaming out her name.

"So good," Ginny murmured as she continued to pleasure her lover who was still struggling to free her hands.

"Baby, baby please baby," Robbie cried out. "I need to touch you."

Ginny tried to ignore her lover's impassioned pleas loving the feel of Robbie's essence spilling over her. Finally she released her hold on the whimpering woman. Robbie quivered her eyes rolling back as Ginny kissed and tasted her way up the pilot's body.

Robbie continued to tremble helplessly even after Ginny had freed her from her nylon restraints. Ginny kissed the pilot's sweaty brow cradling the taller woman in her arms. "Hi," she greeted Robbie shyly when blue eyes slowly blinked open.

"Hi," Robbie breathlessly echoed her hands tenderly caressing Ginny's body. Ginny nestled against her lover's body allowing the pilot to slowly touch her. She smiled knowing that Robbie wanted to take things slowly. There would be no spankings, no games just Robbie's gentle caress. Ginny trembled her flesh quivering giving in to Robbie slow delightful torture. She murmured happily wrapping her arms around Robbie's body.

Moaning softly when Robbie slipped inside of her their eyes locked before her lover captured her in a searing kiss. Robbie slowly guided Ginny to the edge never rushing the moment as they exchanged tender kisses. Ginny's body erupted in ecstasy Robbie taking her higher still not rushing the moment. Robbie continued guiding Ginny to new heights until neither had anything left to give.

"How did I get so lucky?" She softly questioned listening to the steady rhythm of her lover's heartbeat.

"I'm the lucky one," Robbie whispered tightening her embrace.

The End.

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