Risky Investment

Beth Moore

2005

CopyrightÂ© 2005 by Beth Moore

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ISBN 1-59493-019-8

To those special ones in my life who took the time to edit and critique for someone who does not take criticism well. And to Brewster, my Labrador retriever, who sat with me until all hours of the night while I wrote, and didnâ€™t complain once. I miss you.

Acknowledgments

A special thanks to Pamela Berard and those at Bella Books who made this process such a pleasant experience. I have to admit, in the beginning, I was scared to death.

To all of those who love and support me continuously, I can never thank you enough.

Prologue

Lynn sped down the freeway, her blonde hair blowing in the wind. She darted in and out of traffic in her dark blue BMW, a car that she considered to be a shining example of her successful business career. At thirty-one, she was one of the top investment analysts in her field. She had risen quickly through the ranks and was a partner in one of the most prestigious firms in the nation. But her financial success had come with a price. Many called her a â€œcoldhearted bitchâ€ when it came to her business reputation, a fact with which she could not disagree. Over the past couple of years, she had let that coldness envelop her personal life, as well. She was conscious of the problem and struggled with it daily. On this warm spring day she was speeding home after hearing news that would forever change her life.

Several months ago, Lynn had made an investment in an unlikely business venture. If it hit, it would hit big, leaving her financially set for the rest of her life. That morning she learned that the investment had gone through the roof. Now, she would be able to cut down on her working hours, giving her time to work on a much-needed attitude adjustment. She traveled down the freeway to share the good news with Susan, her companion of eight years.

Lynn had met Susan at a fund-raiser for the local university. A history professor, Susan first caught Lynnâ€™s attention by speaking of little-known facts about lesbians in history. Later that same night, Susan captured Lynnâ€™s attention with her knowledge of little-known facts about erogenous zones. After only a few dates, Lynn asked Susan to move in with her. Several years later, they purchased a home together in an affluent area of Los Angeles.

The couple had their problems, like any other, but all in all Lynn thought their relationship was almost perfect. She felt a shiver when she thought of how they had made love the night before. After all of these years, Susan still made Lynn feel as if their love was brand new. Excitement rushed through her as she imagined Susanâ€™s face when she learned the news. Knowing that Susan would be finished with her classes for the day, Lynn left the office early to surprise her.

Lynn pulled into the driveway next to Susanâ€™s red Ford Mustang. She heard the music as she opened the front door. It was a familiar sound; Susan always loved to play music in the house. Lynn called out to her as she walked through the rooms but stopped in her tracks when she entered the hallway and heard sounds coming from their bedroom. Slowly sliding the door open, she froze when she saw Susan and another woman in their bed.

After realizing that she had been standing there for more than a minute, she cleared her throat. Thatâ€™s when she saw the look on Susanâ€™s face. It wasnâ€™t an â€œOh my God, what have I doneâ€ look. It was an â€œOh my God, Iâ€™ve been caughtâ€ look. Devastated, Lynn was able to get only one sentence outâ€”â€Iâ€™ll be back for my stuff in the morning.â€

Somehow she was able to walk out of the house that afternoon. By the time she had gotten to the front door, Susan had pulled on a robe and was pulling at Lynnâ€™s arm to stay and talk to her If Susan had been pleading, â€œPlease stay. This was a mistake This is the only timeâ€¦â€ maybe Lynn would have stopped. But all Susan would say was â€œI can change, I promise, this is the last time â€œ These words stunned Lynn. When had been the first time?

Lynn spent the next several hours sitting at the beach reviewing the past months in her mind. She discovered that there had been many clues. Clues that she had chosen not to see. Lvnn had called many friends that day. She used the term â€œfriendsâ€ loosely now as they told her that they had been aware of Susanâ€™s indiscretions but hadnâ€™t wanted to hurt her. All were hoping that Susan would get tired of the flings.

Lying on the bed in a hotel room, Lynn struggled with her feelings. Was she wrong to just walk away from their life together? Hadnâ€™t Susan already left their vows of commitment behind? Lvnn had always believed that if you were truly in love, you wouldnâ€™t want to be with anyone else. She knew she hadnâ€™t. The pain overwhelmed her as she questioned if Susan had ever really loved her at all.

After a sleepless night, she came to the numbing conclusion that there was nothing worth saving in Los Angeles. After all she had no lover, no real friends, and since she was set financially she saw no reason to continue the ridiculous hours at the firm. She felt a need to reprioritize what was important in her life. Calling a meeting of the partners in her firm, Lynn notified them that she would cut back on her workload. Reluctantly the partners agreed to her terms. She would keep a few of her most lucrative clients but would only come into the office when absolutely necessary

Lynn pulled into the driveway of the home she had shared with the woman she loved. She breathed a sigh of relief, because Susanâ€™s car was not there. Lynn had been worried about the confrontation Susan was probably letting things cool down, she thought to herself. Lynn was known for her bad temper, but truth be told, at this point she wasnâ€™t sure if she was more angry with Susan or herself Angry at Susan for all of the lies and infidelities. Angry at herself for letting her career take over her life, for not giving Susan whatever it was that she needed, and most of all, for being oblivious to the situation.

Walking through the rooms of the house, she picked up a few items, then put them back in their place. She could find little that she wanted to keep. With suitcases and garment bags loaded, she set the note that she had written to Susan on the table. To prove that this was permanent, Lynn placed her set of keys next to the note. She took one last look at the house that now brought her only tears, and shut the door.

Chapter One

One year later

Lynn climbed into her â€˜57 Chevy truck and slid behind the steering wheel. She unbuttoned her overshirt to prepare for the drive home. The truck had no air-conditioning, and only an AM radio, but for some reason she felt more comfortable in it than in the BMW! Soon after leaving her former home, she had purchased the pickup and stored her BMW in a garage in Los Angeles. Putting the truck into reverse, she flipped on the radio and hummed to the music.

Suddenly, a red Mercedes appeared out of nowhere. The driver pressed on his horn as he sped past her, spitting up dirt and gravel in his wake. Shaking her head, she felt irritated with the man. What could be so important that he would risk driving so recklessly? Catching herself in the thought, she laughed. She used to be just like him. How things had changed in the past year.

The first few weeks after leaving L.A. were a blur. Lynn drove up and down the California coast, stopping at every lesbian bar that crossed her path. Falling into a deep depression, she found many a port in her dark storm. She wasnâ€™t sure how many women she had slept with, just that almost every morning she woke up in an unfamiliar place. The remainder of the day was usually spent escaping the situation, both mentally and physically.

Lynn looked into the rearview mirror and ran her hands through her now shortly cropped hair. Running her finger down her ear, she examined the many earrings that had mysteriously appeared one dark and fuzzy morning. That same morning, she realized how out of control her life had become.

Pain turned to anger. Lynn couldnâ€™t believe that she had let the situation get the best of her. She was always a strong and self-sufficient woman. Refusing to dwell on the pain any longer, she channeled her emotions out of the bottle and into something positive. Lynn had always kept up a vigorous exercise regimen, but during the next few weeks she brought new meaning to the term â€œblood, sweat, and tears.â€ The weight lifting, running, and rowing machine not only helped drive out her pain and anger but gave her body back the muscular tone that had disappeared over the past few years.

Lynn did a lot of soul searching in that time. It was during those hours that she realized she had become so focused on her career that she hadnâ€™t taken the time to enjoy life or relationships. She was tired of being pressured to maintain the standard of excellence, the standard that had been set not only by her peers but also by herself. What she really needed was to simplify her life.

Turning onto the main road, she looked back and smiled at the roadside restaurant, which she had grown to love. The shingle-sided restaurant was only open for breakfast and lunch, which meant that Lynnâ€™s workday began at five-thirty a.m. and ended at two p.m. She worked as a waitress alongside seven employees. No one was aware that she actually owned the Blue Moon Cafe, a fact she kept hidden to avoid the day-to-day problems of owning a business. She made all transactions through a CPA friend of hers. Lynn didnâ€™t need the money but worked basically to keep an eye on the place and to keep herself busy. She was hired, as explained to the manager, because she was a friend of the ownerâ€™s.

Lynn turned onto the road that led closer to the beach line and her house. Although it was nothing in comparison to her former residence, she felt like this place was really home. The two-bedroom, two-bath house was right on the beach and Lynn loved living near the water. She shared the house with Matt, a friend she had made along the way to her new life.

Lynn thought back to when she and Matt first crossed paths. She had climbed out of the truck that had towed her BMW and wandered into the office of his repair shop. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she heard Matt on the phone. Not wanting to eavesdrop she cleared her throat to let him know that she was there, but the conversation was not going to be interrupted.

â€œJust like that, after all this time, you want me out?â€ Matt was shouting. â€œPeter, canâ€™t we at least talk about this? I thought you cared about me!â€ Turning around, his face red with anger, he saw Lynn standing there. Holding up his index finger, he motioned for her to wait one minute, and walked farther back into the parts area. Calmer now, Matt questioned, â€œOkay, okay. I donâ€™t understand, is there someone else? Is it Stan? Is that who youâ€™re leaving me for? What do you mean it doesnâ€™t matter? It matters to me!â€ His voice got louder but then panicked. â€œDonâ€™t hang up, no, donâ€™t hang up. Can I come by and pickup a change of clothes? Okay, Iâ€™ll come by after I close the shop. Fine, you donâ€™t have to be there. Bye.â€

Matt walked back to the front of the shop, hung up the cordless phone, wiped his face with his hands, and looked toward Lynn. Not really looking at her, but everywhere else, he asked if there was something he could help her with.

â€œYeah, I was the person who called for a tow truck, my car is right outside.â€ Lynn paused. â€œAre you all right?â€

â€œJust peachy, my whole life is falling apart, but letâ€™s go take a look under the hood,â€ Matt replied sarcastically.

â€œI donâ€™t know what happened. I was driving along, and it just quit. Itâ€™s done plenty of things before, but never just quit.â€

â€œAre you out of gas?â€ Matt quipped.

â€œNo, I am not out of gas. I may be blonde, but I know when Iâ€™m out of gas,â€ she snapped back. â€œLook, Iâ€™m sorry that my timing isnâ€™t convenient, but donâ€™t take it out on me.â€

Matt sighed. â€œSorry, Iâ€™m really not a jerk. Obviously, you heard my telephone conversation. You know whatâ€™s going on. Just give me a minute.â€ He opened the hood of Lynnâ€™s BMW and started tugging and tightening miscellaneous hoses and bolts, looked in the radiator, checked the oil, and examined the battery. â€œOkay, try to turn her over.â€

Lynn climbed behind the wheel and turned the key, but nothing happened. Matt asked her to wait at the cafe next door.

Lynn offered to buy Matt lunch after her car was repaired. She listened to his sad story, and feeling connected to him somehow, told him about Susan, They talked for hours and as she was leaving she noticed that the restaurant was for sale. Deciding that she must have broken down there by fate, she made a few calls. Within days, Lynn had a new business, a new homeâ€”and since Matt desperately needed a place to stayâ€”a new roommate.

Since that day, the two had commiserated, fought, teased, cried, and celebrated together, making them more like siblings than friends- He was the one who brought her back to reality. She was the one who helped him aim a little bit higher in life. He was the one who humbled her. She was the one who gave him a little more confidence. He was the one who scolded her from time to time for being too promiscuous. She was the one who scolded him from time to time for never going out. He was the one who egged her on the night that she drank a little too much and auditioned for the band at their favorite bar. She was the one who rubbed it in his face when she got the job.

With a sigh of relief, Lynn pulled into the driveway at the house. She was exhausted. In a moment of insanity, she had agreed to work both Saturday and Sunday for a waitress at the restaurant who wanted to go away with her boyfriend for the weekend. Lynn hadnâ€™t worked during the weekend since she had accepted the position as lead singer with the band. She now played Thursday through Saturday night along with rehearsals on Tuesday. Usually her schedule conflicted only with singing on Thursday night and waitressing Friday morning. But this week she found herself working on Friday night, and after working this morning, she was managing on only three hours of sleep. She needed to get some sleep before it started all over tonight at nine.

Lynn walked into the house and threw her keys on the table. Noticing that the sliding glass door which led out onto the deck was open, she wandered over and looked out. Matt was leaning on the railing with his head in his hands.

â€œHey, are you all right?â€ she asked, stepping out onto the wood.

Matt turned around with a look of relief. â€œIâ€™m glad youâ€™re home. I need some help with something.â€

â€œMake it quick, okay? Iâ€™ve got to get some sleep.â€

Matt nodded, motioned for her to have a seat at the patio table, and began. â€œMy parents are coming to visit.â€

â€œGreat! When are they coming?â€ Lynn responded excitedly. She loved Mattâ€™s parents. Then, seeing he was annoyed that she had interrupted, she signaled for him to continue.

â€œThey may have the idea that I have a girlfriend.â€ Matt paused, then admitted, â€œOkay. I gave them the impression that I have a girlfriend. Actuallyâ€”a fiancee.â€

â€œWhat?â€ Lynn exclaimed. She was aware that Matt hadnâ€™t told his parents that he was gay, which Lynn didnâ€™t agree with, but she was confused by this new development.

â€œLynn, I know what youâ€™re thinking, but they just keep bugging me about it!â€ Matt mimicked his parentsâ€™ questions, â€œâ€˜Are you seeing anyone special?â€™ â€˜Havenâ€™t you found anyone that you want to settle down with yet?â€™â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œSo how are you going to get out of this one?â€

Matt scooted out a chair and sat down. â€œThis is what I need your help with.â€ He paused for a moment to organize his thoughts then began again. â€œI thought that if I could find someone to pretend that sheâ€™s my fiancee, you know, just for the week that theyâ€™re hereâ€¦ then when theyâ€™ve left, after a couple of weeks or so, I could just say that it didnâ€™t work out.â€

â€œMatt, this sounds like a bad episode of Threeâ€™s Company or something! What are you going to do? Hire a call girl or something?â€ Lynn asked with irritation in her voice.

â€œNot exactly.â€ Matt folded his hands on the table. â€œI think that Iâ€™ve found someone who will play the part. She came into the shop needing some repairs done. She doesnâ€™t have much money, so I asked her what she thought about the idea of trading my services for her services, so to speak.â€

â€œYou just happened to run across some girl willing to do this?â€ Lynn asked. Upon thinking further, she asked with suspicion, â€œHow long have you been thinking about this? When did you find out that your parents are coming?â€

Matt lowered his eyes and pretended to scrape at something on the table. â€œI found out several days ago. Iâ€™ve been trying to think of a way out of the predicament, and this woman just kind of fell into my hands.â€

â€œYeah, I bet. Who is she?â€ Lynn questioned.

â€œHer name is Chris Newman. Sheâ€™s a student at the university. We had lunch together. She seems really nice. Sheâ€™s not too crazy about the idea, but I think if we both beg her, sheâ€™ll come around.â€

â€œWhatâ€™s this we business?â€ Lynn said. â€œI inch around the truth too much as it is with your parents. Now youâ€™re asking me to out-and-out lie to them?â€

â€œPlease, Lynn. Iâ€™ll owe you big-time. You always say that youâ€™ll do anything for meâ€¦â€ Matt whined.

Lynn knew that it was true. She would do anything for him. But this? This was really stretching it. She slowly walked to the door.

â€œLet me think about it for a little bit, okay?â€ she asked as she turned around.

Matt nodded and watched her disappear into the house.

Lynn walked down the hail and into her bedroom. Glancing over at her computer, she saw the small envelope on the corner of the screen signifying that she had awaiting e-mail. She clicked on the envelope, which brought up the message: Funds sent to Mercy Hospital in the amount of $5,000 as per your instructions.

The message brought a smile to Lynnâ€™s face. She knew these funds would lighten the financial burden of a very dear man and his companion. Curling up on her bed and pulling a blanket over her weary body, Lynn felt a deep sense of contentment. She learned during the past year that her greatest happiness came from sharing her newfound wealth with those in great need, and remaining anonymous was important to her.

Several hours later, after a nap and a shower, Lynn reappeared in the living room. Leaning over the back of the couch to look Matt in the eye, she conceded to the arrangement. â€œWhen do I meet her?â€

Matt sat up with a smile in his eyes. â€œTomorrow at four.â€

Lynn nodded, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door to the long night ahead.

Arriving a half-hour ahead of the bandâ€™s scheduled starting time, Lynn slid onto a bar stool and scanned the dimly lit space.

â€œLooking for your next conquest?â€

Lynn turned to find Sam, the owner of the bar, who also doubled as her good friend.

â€œAnyone interesting?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œSince when did you care about interesting?â€ Sam kidded. â€œYouâ€™re not exactly looking for a good conversationalist, are you?â€

Lynn laughed. â€œYou know me, as long as she can pronounce my nameâ€¦â€

Sam shook her head and leaned on the bar. â€œWhen are you going to settle down?â€

Lynnâ€™s face sobered. â€œI tried that already, remember?â€ Finished with scanning the room, she turned on the bar stool, grabbed her bottle of beer, and stood. â€œOh well, I need some sleep tonight anyway. Early shift tomorrow.â€

Sam reached for Lynnâ€™s arm as she began to walk away. â€œWhy do you do this to yourself? You could have such an easy life.â€

Lynn turned back toward Sam and looked her in the eye. â€œSam, remember, youâ€™re my friend, not my mother.â€

â€œHell, I remember! Iâ€™m too young and too beautiful to be your mother!â€

Lynn smiled as she made her way to the stage. â€œIâ€™d have to agree with you there!â€

Chapter Two

Pulling into the driveway, Lynn saw Mattâ€™s El Camino parked alongside what Lynn recognized as the loaner car from the garage. She remembered their discussion last night, and decided that this must be the woman he told her about. Taking in a deep breath, she got out of her truck and made her way to the door.

Lynn unlocked the door and stepped into the living room. Matt stood near the fireplace with a young woman. They were looking at the photographs displayed on the mantel. The woman was thin, with straight shoulder-length brown hair. Lynn guessed that she was about five feet four. She was clad in a white V-necked T-shirt, button-fly jeans, and white tennis shoes. All in all, pretty attractive. Lynn guessed Mattâ€™s parents would believe the two as a couple, a very cute couple.

â€œChris, this is my roommate, Lynn,â€ Matt said, motioning to Lynn.

The woman had a surprised look on her face. â€œI thought Lynn was a man. I mean, I thought you were living with a man! Why canâ€™t she pretend to be your fiancee?â€

Lynn answered quickly, â€œIâ€™m a lesbian.â€

â€œSo let me get this straightâ€”no pun intended. Your parents think that youâ€™re straight and that Lynn is gay?â€ Chris asked.

â€œNo, they think Matt is straight, and they know that Iâ€™m gay,â€ Lynn responded before Matt could answer the question.

â€œAnd what makes you think they know youâ€™re gay?â€ Chris asked suspiciously.

Smiling, Lynn met eyes with Matt and answered, â€œWell, it might have something to do with finding me and Shelly half-naked on the couch one night.â€

â€œSo, does your girlfriend live here too?â€ Chris asked curiously.

â€œMy girlfriend?â€

â€œShelly.â€

Matt chuckled. â€œNo, no, Shelly isnâ€™t her girlfriend. Shelly was just one of many in a line of Lynnâ€™s endless one-night stands.â€

Lynn acted astonished. â€œYou make me sound like a slut! There havenâ€™t been that many.â€

Matt raised his eyebrows, mocking Lynnâ€™s statement.

Lynn reacted quickly. â€œBesides, Mattâ€™s just jealous. How long has it been since youâ€™ve been laid, Matt? The truth is, Matt is just too picky!â€

â€œTheyâ€™re called standards, Lynn! Iâ€™m sure you donâ€™t know the meaning of the word!â€ Matt snapped back,

Chris, who had been following the conversation much like a tennis match, finally broke in, â€œExcuse me! Are you sure that youâ€™re friends?â€

â€œWeâ€™re sorry Chris, what bad manners we have,â€ Matt responded. â€œWe are friends. We just seem to argue a lot.â€

â€œThe bottom line is this.â€ Lynn ran her fingers through her hair, then continued, â€œI know it sounds odd, but it is on the up-and-up. Chris, Matt really needs you to do this.â€

Chris nodded, sat down on the couch, and put her head in her hands.

â€œWho wants a beer?â€ Matt called on his way to the kitchen.

After both women responded positively, Lynn sat down next to Chris. â€œYou would be doing us a big favor,â€ Lynn said quietly.

â€œUsâ€ Chris took her hands from her face and looked Lynn in the eyes. â€œWhatâ€™s in it for you?â€

Still seeing the suspicion in Chrisâ€™s eyes, Lynn decided that honesty would be the best policy. â€œLook, I know we argue,â€ Lynn explained. â€œBut the fact is, Matt is my best friend, heâ€™s like family to me, and although I donâ€™t necessarily agree with what heâ€™s doing, what makes him happy, makes me happy.â€ Lynn paused, then whispered, â€œAnd if you ever tell him I told you that, I will adamantly deny it!â€

Just as Lynn finished her confession, her stomach rumbled, breaking the silence. â€œIâ€™m sorry,â€ Lynn apologized as she clutched her stomach. â€œI havenâ€™t eaten all day!â€

Chris smiled softly as she tucked her hair behind her ear. â€œIâ€™ve been so nervous about this whole thing, I havenâ€™t either.â€

â€œHmm, maybe I could sway your decisionâ€¦â€

â€œLynn!â€ Matt glared at his roommate as he came into the room without hearing the entire conversation.

Lynn glared back as she accepted the bottle he had thrust at her. â€œMatt, I was just going to suggest that we talk a little more over Chinese food.â€

â€œYeah, right,â€ Matt said suspiciously.

â€œActually, Chinese food sounds great!â€ Chris said, not quite understanding the tension in the room.

Lynn headed toward the kitchen to retrieve the menu, with Matt on her heels. Matt waited until they were out of hearing range before cornering Lynn.

â€œYou do realize that sheâ€™s straight, Lynn?â€ he questioned. â€œI mean, youâ€™re not going to try and make a move on her are you?â€ Then folding his hands together in a praying position, he went on, â€œPlease, Lynn, sheâ€™s my only hope, donâ€™t mess it up.â€

â€œMatt, I never make a move on a straight woman, you should know me better than that! Youâ€™re acting like Iâ€™m a letch or something!â€ Lynn answered, her feelings hurt.

â€œIâ€™m sorry. I know youâ€™re just trying to help,â€ Matt replied, sorry to have said what he did.

Chris wandered over to the mantle and took another look at the photographs. Upon second glance, she noticed that Lynn had been in all the pictures. She had somehow overlooked the woman before. Chris smiled at the photographs. Each had captured friends in what seemed like special, joyous moments. Everyone was laughing or smiling. The pictures showed dozens of different people, but Chrisâ€™s eyes kept coming back to Lynn. There was something about her. The warmth in her eyes, the sincerity of her smile, yet, a certain sadness.

â€œWhat do you want?â€ Lynn had grabbed the menu, and walked out into the living room calling out to Chris.

â€œWhat do you guys usually get? I like just about everything, except anything fishy,â€ Chris answered.

â€œWe usually get the number ten dinner. Sweet-and-sour pork, orange chicken, egg rolls, pork fried riceâ€¦â€

Chris interrupted Matt, â€œSounds yummy! Stop talking and start dialing!â€

Matt chuckled, dialed the restaurant, and ordered the food.

â€œTwenty minutes!â€ Matt said to Lynn. Lynn grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

Lynn returned an hour later and found Matt and Chris out on the deck discussing a rather intriguing subjectâ€”auto mechanics. Chris looked relieved as Lynn stepped out onto the patio.

â€œGee, Matt, sounds like a real entertaining subject,â€ Lynn said sarcastically.

â€œHey, she was interested,â€ Matt answered.

Lynn looked at Chris, who yawned, then back at Matt. â€œI think she was just being polite Matt.â€

Chris smiled and changed the subject. â€œYou need any help there?â€ she asked as Lynn unloaded the cartons on the table.

â€œNo, Matt will go get the paper china, wonâ€™t you Matt?â€

â€œLike I have a choice!â€ he said as he scooted his chair back, stood and headed into the house.

Plates overflowing, the three dug into the awaiting noodles, rice, and other delectables. For several minutes all anyone could hear through the still evening air was the rolling waves, the crunch of egg rolls, and the slurp of noodles.

Chris finally broke the silence. â€œSo how often do your parents visit?â€

â€œToo often,â€ was Martâ€™s response as he refilled his fork with rice.

Lynn gave a more complete answer. â€œSeveral times a year. Do you see your parents very often?â€

Chris lowered her eyes as she finished chewing. â€œMy parents died several years ago in a car accident.â€

â€œIâ€™m sorry,â€ Lynn apologized. â€œWere you close?â€

Chris nodded. â€œVery close.â€

â€œThat must be hard. So do you have any other family around here?â€

â€œNo. I have some family back east, but none out here.â€

â€œHow did your family end up in California?â€

â€œWell, my father was in the military. We moved around a lot. When I was accepted at the university, my dad decided to retire from the service, take a job in the private sector, and settle down near their only child. Unfortunately, they died soon after that.â€ Chris paused, and wanting to get the focus off of herself turned to Matt. â€œSo if your parents are visiting, you must not be from around here either?â€

â€œNo, actually I grew up in this area. My dad is a retired judge. Now he owns a string of car dealerships across the country. When I graduated from high school, they decided to uproot and move to a more central location, Florida. My dad expected me to attend college and go into the family business, but I had other ideas.â€

Chris nodded and took a drink from her bottle in order to clear her mouth for another question. â€œSo how long have you two lived together?â€

â€œUmmâ€¦ about a year, I guess,â€ Matt replied, then looked at Lynn for confirmation. Lynn nodded.

â€œAnd how did you guys meet?â€

â€œPretty much how you two met,â€ Lynn answered, then smiled at Matt. â€œI guess your shop is a pretty big pickup place for women, huh?â€

Matt laughed. â€œToo bad it doesnâ€™t work equally as well for men!â€

â€œSo hereâ€™s the story. My car broke down and for the first time, I couldnâ€™t repair it myself.â€ Lynn paused and then explained, â€œI really can do a lot of the repairs myself.â€

Matt rolled his eyes and Lynn slapped his arm. â€œI can!â€

â€œYeah, then why have I done all the work on it since we met?â€ Matt questioned.

â€œYou donâ€™t usually give me a choice. Usually I tell you something is wrong and the next thing I know, youâ€™re out there tinkering with it!â€ Lynn argued.

â€œCould we get back to the story?â€ Chris interrupted.

â€œSorry,â€ Lynn apologized, and continued the tale. â€œSo anyway, I had it towed to the closest garage, which was Mattâ€™s. I walked into the shop office having survived the worst tow truck drive everâ€¦â€

â€œBig fat guy, greasy hair?â€ Chris cut in.

â€œNo. Exactly the opposite, nice looking, buff guy. Heâ€™d brought his girlfriend along,â€ Lynn answered.

â€œSo what was the problem?â€ Chris asked, confused.

Matt laughed and struck his hand on the table. â€œYeah Lynn, tell her why the guy practically threw you out of the cab of his truck, go on, tell her!â€

Lynn felt her face turning red. â€œI donâ€™t know, something about me flirting with his girlfriendâ€¦â€ Placing her hand over her heart, she continued, â€œI swear I wasnâ€™t flirting. I merely admired her blouse.â€

â€œAndâ€¦â€ Matt prompted.

â€œAndâ€¦ I admired the way that she filled it out,â€ Lynn said with a mischievous smile.

â€œThat would do it!â€ Chris laughed. â€œAre you always that forward?â€

Lynn shook her head as Matt nodded his in unison. Lynn reached over and slapped him again. Then Matt admitted, â€œNo, sheâ€™s not. She was just having a bad day.â€

â€œTo get back to the story. I walked into the shop office and found Matt on the phone, shouting then pleading, then shouting again at Peter, his lover at the time. Anyway, he started telling me how Peter had done him wrong, and he said to me, â€˜You know how guys areâ€™ and I said to him, â€˜No, I really donâ€™t,â€™ and we just hit it off.â€

Matt finished the story. â€œThen Lynn found this great place, I needed a place to stay, and here we are a year later.â€

Chris nodded and as the conversation lulled, heard music in the distance. â€œWhereâ€™s that coming from?â€ she asked.

â€œOh, on Sunday evenings they have kind of a farmersâ€™ market thing out on the pier. Wanna go?â€ Lynn offered.

Chris looked over at Matt, who shrugged.

Chris accepted, â€œSure, sounds like fun!â€

â€œBut first, open your fortune cookies!â€ Lynn directed.

Matt broke open the hard shell and straightened out the small piece of paper. â€˜â€Find release from your cares, have a good time.â€™â€

â€œWow, that really fits!â€ Lynn remarked then turned to Chris. â€œYour turn.â€

â€œYou will win success in whatever you adopt,â€™â€ Chris read.

â€œHopefully that means weâ€™ll be successful in our little charade,â€ Matt mumbled.

Lynn cracked her cookie, silently read hers, smiled and handed the paper to Matt. â€œIf you continually give you will continually have,â€™â€ he read, then turned to Lynn. â€œThatâ€™s eerie.â€

Chris didnâ€™t understand but felt uncomfortable asking what was meant by the remark. Instead, she stood and started gathering the paper goods on the table. The other two joined her, and soon everything was cleaned up and they were ready to head to the beach.

â€œYou might need a jacket for later. Would you like to borrow one of mine?â€ Lynn asked as she tied a windbreaker around her waist.

â€œNo. Iâ€™m pretty warm-blooded, Iâ€™ll be fine,â€ Chris replied.

The threesome left the house and began walking along the beach toward the pier. Lynn looked out at the horizon, where the deep blue sky sank into the dark green water. She squinted, watching the last few surfers trying to catch the now small rolling waves. There was no doubt about it: she loved this place.

â€œHey! Watch out!â€ they heard voices screaming from behind as a football crashed into the water beside them. Lynn waited for the tide to bring in the object, then snatched it up off of the wet sand.

â€œHey! Throw it here!â€ a voice again shouted from in back of the group. Lynn gripped the ball, drew back, and fired the ball back down the beach directly reaching the young man whose arms were waving.

â€œHey! Good throw!â€ the voice yelled back.

Matt turned to Lynn and gave her a light shove. â€œShow-off!â€

Lynn shrugged her shoulders and the three continued along their way.

Chris watched as Lynn picked up the ball and drew back to throw. She hadnâ€™t noticed the muscles in Lynnâ€™s arms before, her biceps flexing as she released the ball into the air. Chris reviewed Lynnâ€™s legs and found the same muscular tones. She admired the strong thigh and calf muscles as Lynn stepped into the throw. Chris stopped and looked around to make sure that no one had seen the way she was admiring the muscles within the tan, smooth skin. For a moment the feeling made her uncomfortable. Then she shook it off by telling herself that for a physical therapy student it was perfectly natural to be interested in the muscle tone of someoneâ€™s body.

As they approached the pier, a familiar Neil Diamond tune floated through the air, Lynn began humming. Matt joined along with the words. Soon all three were singing at the top of their lungs.

The song ending, Lynn turned to Chris. â€œHow would you know that song? Isnâ€™t that a little before your time?â€

Chris shrugged. â€œMy dad was a big Neil Diamond fan.â€

â€œHer dad,â€ mumbled Matt as he elbowed Lynn, signifying that their age was showing.

As she climbed the stairs up onto the pier, Lynn felt the rhythm of the music run through her body. She began swaying her hips and moving her body to the beat as they walked into the crowd.

Matt stopped and called out, â€œSinging is one thing, but if youâ€™re going to do that, Iâ€™m not going to be seen with you.â€

Chris laughed, glad that she had controlled her urge to move with the music. Lynn however ignored Mattâ€™s sarcasm and continued on her way through the crowd. Matt shook his head, placed his hands on Chrisâ€™s shoulders, and prodded her to follow the bouncing body ahead.

The threesome moved along until they came to a stand selling fresh eggplant. Matt stopped and began speaking with the man behind the table.

Lynn put her hands on her hips and turned to Chris. â€œWhy did he want to stop here? He doesnâ€™t even like eggplant!â€ Then eyeing the man selling the vegetables, she nudged Chris, and smiled. â€œOh, thatâ€™s why. Come on, letâ€™s let him flirt awhile.â€

Chris followed Lynn through the booths of fresh fruits and vegetables while Lynn paused, examining the contents on each table. Finally, Lynn found some items worthy of her purchase.

â€œDo you like squash?â€ Lynn asked Chris.

Chris nodded as Lynn placed a plastic bag into her hands. â€œGo pick some out over there,â€ she said, pointing to the far end of the table containing several varieties.

Chris walked to the end of the booth, selected several different types of the vegetable, and returned to Lynnâ€™s side to find her haggling with the vendor.

Chris whispered in Lynnâ€™s ear, â€œLet me handle this.â€

Lynn stepped aside, letting Chris argue with the man. After a few seconds, Chris had the price of the vegetables reduced by three dollars. Gathering up the bags, the two left the booth happy.

â€œWhere did you learn to do that?â€ Lynn asked in amazement.

â€œIâ€™ve lived in a lot of different places, even overseas. I learned to do that over in France. If you didnâ€™t learn, theyâ€™d rob you blind.â€

â€œWell, I am very impressed,â€ Lynn responded. This woman is full of surprises, she thought.

Strolling over to the next booth, Lynn picked up a slice of watermelon from a sampler tray and took a bite. â€œMmmâ€¦ this is great!â€ Cupping a hand under Chrisâ€™s chin to stop any runaway juice, Lynn offered the slice to her. â€œChris, youâ€™ve got to try this!â€ Chris took a bite; the juice ran down her chin but was stopped by Lynnâ€™s awaiting hand. Lynn gendy wiped away the dripping juice on Chrisâ€™s chin with her thumb. Then, realizing that this motion had a tone of a seductive nature, she turned her attention to the fruit before her.

â€œThat is so sweet!â€ Chris agreed as she wiped the remaining liquid from her chin with the back of her hand.

After surveying the lot of watermelons, Lynn made her choice, pulled some cash out, paid the vendor, and slung the melon onto her shoulder.

The two continued on their way. Lynn, keeping her eye on Mattâ€™s whereabouts, smiled and asked Chris, â€œYou think heâ€™ll have the nerve to ask for a date?â€

When she received no response, she turned around to find Chris had stopped to engage in conversation with someone. Upon second glance, Lynn recognized him as a local playboy. Immediately she walked over to the two.

â€œLeave her alone, Dave!â€ Lynn called out to the man.

Dave lifted his hands in a form of surrender and backed away. â€œSorry, I didnâ€™t realize she was with you, Lynn. She doesnâ€™t look like a dyke,â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œSheâ€™s not a dyke, Dave. But she may decide to switch sides after sheâ€™s gone out with you!â€

Dave laughed nervously, turned, and walked away.

Lynn looked at Chris with an apologetic smile. â€œSorry, but heâ€™s a real loser, you can do a lot better than him.â€

Chris nodded. Just then Matt rejoined the two.

â€œWas Dave hitting on her?â€ he asked. Turning, he put his arm around Chris. â€œYou donâ€™t want anything to do with him, honest.â€

Matt looked over at Lynn, who had suddenly focused on something else. â€œHey, look! Caramel apples!â€ Handing him the watermelon and other bags, she was drawn to the booth several yards away.

Matt moaned to Chris, â€œShe loves caramel apples.â€

Chris broke into a smile and followed Lynn. â€œMe, too!â€

Lynn was already at the booth when Chris caught up with her. â€œOne,â€ requested Lynn.

â€œMake that two,â€ Chris added.

â€œWith or without nuts?â€ the vendor asked.

Lynn looked at Chris for a response. â€œWith,â€ Chris replied.

â€œOne with, one without,â€ Lynn answered the man, then turning to Chris, explained, â€œI donâ€™t like nuts.â€

Chris laughed, wondering if there was a double meaning in that statement.

Lynn smiled as she realized what Chris had found humorous and handed the man four dollars. Looking over at Chris, who was holding out some cash, Lynn pushed away her hand. â€œMy treat.â€

Matt came from behind the two. â€œAre you ready to go now?â€

Lynn smiled. â€œI donâ€™t know, are you ready to stop flirting now?â€

Matt blushed. â€œHis name is Gregg.â€

â€œWell, did you get his number?â€

Matt shook his head. â€œI couldnâ€™t get up the nerve.â€

Lynn laughed, motioned for Chris to go ahead of her, and followed the two out of the crowd.

The threesome climbed down the stairs back onto the sand. The sky had turned from dark blue to black. The moonlight danced across the rolling tide. A cool breeze whispered through the air. The three walked along in the dim light, the two women content with their apples.

â€œBoy, it does get land of chilly down here at night.â€ Chris said, rubbing her arms.

â€œI told you,â€ Lynn said as she untied her jacket from around her waist and hung it around Chrisâ€™s shoulders.

â€œThanks,â€ Chris said shyly.

Matt poked Lynn in the ribs. â€œVery chivalrous of you,â€ he smirked.

Lynn answered his comment with a slap to the back of his head.

â€œOuch, youâ€™ve been kind of physical tonight, havenâ€™t you?â€ he whined, rubbing his head.

Matt opened the glass door and slid it closed behind them. The three stood in deafening silence,

â€œWell,â€ Matt spoke up, â€œI guess itâ€™s time for the million-dollar question.â€ Looking over at Chris, he continued, â€œWill you help me out? Will you play the part of my fiancee?â€

Chris lowered her eyes and drew an imaginary line with her toe. She looked up, first at Matt, then at Lynn.

For a minute, Lynn was caught off guard by what she saw in the deep blue eyes staring back at her. Chrisâ€™s warmth and caring nature shone through like a long-lost friend. Shaking off the feeling, Lynn gave Chris her best pleading look.

Smiling, Chris nodded. â€œOkay.â€ She added, â€œSo, give me the specifics.â€

â€œWell,â€ Matt began, â€œtheyâ€™re arriving late Friday morning. Weâ€™ll pick them up at the airport and take them to their hotel. My guess is that theyâ€™ll want to rest up after the flight for awhile. Later weâ€™ll go to dinner. Saturday is the clubâ€™s â€˜Sun and Funâ€™ day, which is one reason that theyâ€™re coming this weekend. The rest of the week will be full with whatever else I can fill their time with.â€

â€œSo a week, tops, right?â€ Chris asked.

â€œRight!â€ Matt responded. â€œOkay then, Iâ€™ll see you Friday around ten a.m.?â€

Lynn broke in, â€œWait a minute, thatâ€™s it?â€ Glancing at Chris, she exclaimed, â€œMen! Definitely not big in the detail department!â€ Lynn went on, â€œDonâ€™t you think that your parents are going to want to know certain things? About Chris, about how you met, about a wedding date?â€

â€œI agree,â€ Chris responded. â€œAll parents are going to want to know those things. What have you told them about me, about your â€˜fiancee,â€™ so far?â€

Matt shrugged. â€œNothing much. Actually, nothing. I just told them that there was someone special that I wanted them to meet, and then my mom assumed that there was an engagement, and I didnâ€™t disagree.â€

Lynn stood and ran her fingers through her hair as she began thinking about the details. â€œWell, the first thing that we need to figure out is why you havenâ€™t, and wonâ€™t, set the wedding date. Otherwise, theyâ€™ll try and get you to set the date while theyâ€™re here.â€

Chris began pacing. â€œSheâ€™s right. How about that Iâ€™m still in school, and we want to wait until I graduate?â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œNo, because theyâ€™ll ask you when you graduate, and theyâ€™ll want to set the date right after graduation.â€ She began again, â€œHow about, Matt, you take your parents aside right away and tell them to please not talk about the wedding date because youâ€™re afraid that Chris will feel pressured, and you donâ€™t want her to feel any more pressure, with school and all. Maybe you two talked about it before she said yes and the only way that she agreed to marry you is that you would set the date after she got out of school?â€

â€œYes,â€ Chris said with a nod. â€œAnd if they ask me when I will be through with school, Iâ€™ll be really vague, saying that there is postgraduate work to be doneâ€¦ I can just be really vague.â€

â€œDoes that work for you, Matt?â€ Both women looked at Matt, who had leaned back on the couch and was watching them in amazement.

â€œYeah, sure, I can do that. Now, how did we meet?â€ he asked.

â€œYou can tell the real story. About her car breaking down and all,â€ Lynn replied.

â€œOkay, what else?â€ Matt asked.

â€œYou guys need to tell each other about your parents, about growing up, andâ€¦â€ she added sarcastically, â€œall about your hopes and dreams.â€

â€œWell, Iâ€™m pretty tired, can we do it tomorrow night?â€ Matt asked. â€œChris, do you want to grab a bite to eat?â€

â€œHow about I cook dinner? About six oâ€™clock?â€ Lynn asked the couple.

â€œDoes that mean that youâ€™re going to eat with us? And listen to all the gory details of our lives?â€ Matt quipped.

â€œDonâ€™t you think that your roommate should know some of the gory details?â€ Lynn snapped back.

â€œDo you two ever stop?â€ Chris asked as she threw up her arms in frustration. Then turning to Lynn she answered, â€œTomorrow night sounds great.â€

â€œOkay, see you tomorrow night!â€ Matt began walking down the hall to his bedroom, then stopped and turned. â€œAnd Chris? Thanks.â€

Chris smiled and waved good night. Matt disappeared behind a door and swung it shut.

â€œWell, I guess Iâ€™d better be going,â€ Chris remarked.

â€œUmmâ€¦â€ Lynn said, pointing out some caramel still remaining on Chrisâ€™s chin.

Chris wiped away the sticky substance and smiled. â€œYou could be a really bad influence on me!â€

Lynn smiled back, then, trying to shake off the impure thoughts racing through her mind, responded, â€œIt was just a caramel apple.â€

But as Chris closed the door behind her, Lynnâ€™s impure thoughts returned, and she felt it necessary to repeat to herselfâ€” sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight.

Chris climbed into the loaner car from Mattâ€™s garage. She would be glad to get her Jeep fixed and back on the road. She could never stand the closed-in feeling of a regular automobile. She loved the feeling of the wind in her face and hair when she took the soft top off her Jeep.

Thinking back over the evening, Chris smiled. She had a really nice time. It was amazing how comfortable they all were with each other. She was surprised at how she was actually looking forward to the little charade. Turning on the stereo, she located the Neil Diamond tape in her pack of cassettes and slipped it into the tape player. She sang to the familiar tunes all the way home.

Chapter Three

The next evening, Lynn opened the door with a smile. â€œI hope you like two things, tri-tip and games!â€

Chris chuckled. â€œThatâ€™s kind of an odd combination. What do they have in common?â€

â€œWell, I barbequed tri-tip for dinner, and Matt wants to play a kind of different version of Scrabble tonight,â€ Lynn replied.

â€œIâ€™m up for both. I hope weâ€™re eating first, I had to skip lunch today.â€

â€œYeah, itâ€™s almost ready. The baked potatoes are done. Iâ€™m just waiting for the veggies to steam.â€

Chris entered the living room and was lifted away by the heavenly scent of the meal being prepared. She hadnâ€™t had a home-cooked meal in quite a while.

â€œAnything I can do?â€ Chris followed Lynn into the kitchen.

â€œYou can grab whatever you want to drink from the fridge,â€ Lynn answered. â€œAnd grab the butter and sour cream while youâ€™re in there.â€

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Chris opened the door to the refrigerator. Wow, she said to herself. She hadnâ€™t seen a fridge so stocked sinceâ€¦ her parents were alive. Trying to wipe the thought from her mind, she grabbed the items and asked, â€œWhereâ€™s Matt?â€

â€œHeâ€™s in the shower. Heâ€™ll be right out. Heâ€™s been working like a dog in order to have some free time while his parents are here.â€

â€œWhere do these go?â€ Chris asked regarding the condiments.

â€œOh, out on the deck please.â€

Chris slid the glass door open and was overcome by the aroma of the barbeque, the ocean view, and the cool breeze. Placing the items on the already set table, she stood for a moment taking in her surroundings. Last night she had been so nervous that she hadnâ€™t been able to appreciate the beachfront setting. Tonight, though, she felt strangely at peace. I could live like this, she said to herself.

Lynn came out of the house with a basket of garlic bread. â€œThis should calm your appetite until Matt is ready to eat,â€ she said, offering the basket to Chris. â€œBeautiful evening, huh?â€

Chris took a piece of bread and hungrily took a bite. â€œThanks, actually my stomach thanks you. Yes, it is beautiful.â€ Chris suddenly felt tongue-tied. Her mind went blank. Think of something to say, stupid.

Lynn broke the silence. â€œWell, I need to check on the vegetables.â€

Chris, finally able to open her mouth, asked, â€œAnything else that I can do?â€

â€œNo, just sit down, relax, and enjoy the view. Feel free to have some more bread, thereâ€™s plenty more,â€ Lynn answered as she stepped back inside.

Chris grabbed another piece of bread, took a drink from her bottle, and leaned on the railing.

â€œHey, sorry I took so long,â€ Matt apologized as he stepped out onto the deck still shaking out his wet hair.

â€œI hear youâ€™re starving!â€

â€œNo problem.â€ Chris smiled as she held up a piece of bread. â€œI was saved.â€

â€œSo, did Lynn tell you about the game that I want to play tonight?â€ Matt asked.

â€œNo, this was your idea, I thought Iâ€™d let you explain it,â€ Lynn said as she brought out the remainder of the meal.

â€œWell, I played a different version of Scrabble once at a party. Kind of a get to know each other kind of thing,â€ Matt explained as he pulled out a chair and sat down. â€œYou see, every word that you make, you have to use to tell a story about yourself.â€

â€œThat sounds kind of fun!â€ Chris said as she loaded her plate. â€œOh man, this is great!â€ she said as she took a bite of the meat.

â€œYep, you really outdid yourself this time!â€ Matt said upon swallowing his first bite.

Lynn smiled. â€œAw, it was nothing,â€ she said as she took a bite, and leaned back in her chair, appreciating the food and the company.

â€œOkay, Iâ€™ll go first,â€ Matt said as he laid down the letter tiles to form the word FAMILY.

The meal had been cleared away and replaced with the Scrabble game board. Matt sat back and related the first story of the evening.

â€œEvery year my family would take a summer vacation. One year, we went to Hawaii and our luggage went to someplace like Arkansas. When our luggage finally caught up with us, we opened it up and found hay mixed in with our clothes!â€

â€œYouâ€™re kidding!â€ Lynn chuckled.

Matt shook his head and raised his right hand. â€œI swear!â€ Turning to Chris, he said, â€œOkay, letâ€™s hear your story about family.â€

Chris looked down and fiddled with her napkin. Most of her memories made her feel so melancholy. Then she remembered something that made her smile. â€œWell, I told you that my family traveled around a lot due to my dadâ€™s career in the military. It got so that every house or apartment looked the same. My mom never really kept many knickknacks or anything, because she got tired of packing and unpacking them. So no place really felt like home. Until one day, my dad brought home a bouquet of daisies. For some reason, they just warmed up the place. And from then on, everywhere we moved, the first night my dad would bring home a bunch of daisies.â€ Chris paused and shook her head. â€œThose simple daisies would always make wherever we wereâ€¦ home.â€

After a moment of silence, Lynn looked at Matt. â€œI liked her story better.â€

Matt threw his napkin at Lynn. â€œItâ€™s not a contest!â€ He motioned to Chris, â€œYour turn.â€

Chris placed her letters on the board, connecting with the â€œFâ€ in FAMILY. FOOD.

â€œNot quite as deep as â€˜familyâ€™â€¦ but just as important!â€ Chris smiled and continued, â€œMy favorite food is Mexican food. Anything Mexicanâ€”tacos, enchiladas, burritosâ€”mmm!â€

â€œIâ€™d have to say, Italian food would be my choice,â€ Matt responded. â€œI love all the sauces, the marinara and Alfredo sauces are my favorite.â€

Matt placed his letters off of the â€œDâ€ in FOOD. DRINK. â€œWhatâ€™s your favorite drink?â€ he asked Chris.

â€œAlcoholic or non-alcoholic?â€ Chris questioned.

â€œEither, both. Mine are Sprite and Long Island iced tea.â€

â€œDiet Coke and Malibu rum and Coke.â€

Lynn listened to Chrisâ€™s choices and remembered the taste of the slight hint of coconut provided by the specialty rum. The thought brought back another memory. The taste of coconut as she kissed the neck of a coconut-oiled woman in the hot sand not far from where they were currently seated. The next word on the board brought Lynn out of her daydream.

MONEY was the word Chris set down, off of the â€œYâ€ in FAMILY.

â€œMoney is something I am constandy worrying about. And next year they are raising the tuition costs again,â€ Chris complained.

â€œWell, Iâ€™m no stranger to money problems,â€ Matt explained.

â€œMy shop just barely makes ends meet. Thatâ€™s one major complaint that my dad has with me.â€

Lynn found herself lost in another thought. Matt was repairing Chrisâ€™s car for free for her participation in this charade. Maybe Lynn could find another way to show Chris her appreciation for helping her best friend. Lynn made a mental note to herself to find out the current tuition costs at the university.

Matt placed the word ILL off of the â€œIâ€ in DRINK. â€œWhen I was ten years old, I had my tonsils out. Itâ€™s the only time that Iâ€™ve been ill enough to be in the hospital. How about you?â€

â€œI threw my knee out when I was a senior in high school while playing volleyball. I had surgery and was on crutches for several weeks. But Iâ€™ve never actually been in the hospital with an illness,â€ Chris replied.

Chris kid her letter tiles down from the â€œMâ€ in MONEY to form MOVIE.

â€œFavorite movie?â€ she asked Matt.

â€œBird Cageâ€ Matt replied.

Chris smiled at Lynn, then looked back at Matt. â€œI canâ€™t tell your parents that your favorite movie is Bird Cagelâ€

â€œWhy would you have to?â€

â€œYou never know when something like that may come up.â€

â€œOkay, okay, something more masculine, right? How about the Lethal Weapon series?â€

Chris and Lynn nodded in agreement.

â€œAnd yours?â€ Matt asked Chris.

â€œGive me anything Doris Day. I love the old Doris Day movies!â€ Chris answered.

Matt looked at Lynn then back at Chris. â€œYouâ€™re kidding, right?â€

Chris shook her head. â€œNo, why?â€

â€œLynn drives me crazy with those movies. She has a whole collection, you know.â€

â€œCool!â€ Chris replied.

â€œYeah, Iâ€™ve got them all. Pillow Talk, Move Over Darling, Please Donâ€™t Eat the Daisiesâ€¦â€ Lynn rambled on.

â€œYeah, yeah, you two can reminisce later. My turn.â€ Matt laid down FUN, connecting to the â€œNâ€ in MONEY. â€œWhat do you do for ran?â€

â€œI guess Iâ€™m kind of boring. In the summer, I have some friends that I go camping or hiking with. Sometimes, I just hang out at the pool. In the winter, I like to snuggle in with a good book, or if a game is on, I love to watch football.â€

â€œI love to go camping and hiking, but you can keep the football. Youâ€™ll have to get with Lynn on that. I swear thatâ€™s all she does in the winter!â€

Chris turned to Lynn. â€œReally? Whoâ€™s your team?â€

â€œDenver Broncos,â€ announced Lynn.

Chris named her favorite, â€œCowboys.â€

They both laughed.

â€œNeither of our teams has been doing very well,â€ Lynn explained to Matt.

â€œOkay, okay, enough football talk,â€ Matt said, jealous that the two had so much in common.

Chris laid the tiles SEA on top of FOOD to form SEAFOOD.

â€œIâ€™m allergic to seafood. Shrimp, crab, lobsterâ€”one bite and I swell up like a balloon. If that happens, just take me to the hospital,â€ Chris explained.

â€œWow, thatâ€™s good to know. Any other allergies that we need to know about? Bee stings, aspirin, penicillin?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œNope, just seafood.â€

â€œHey, I thought you said that youâ€™d never been to the hospital due to an illness,â€ Matt questioned.

â€œOh, sorry, thatâ€™s just an emergency room thing, I didnâ€™t think it counted,â€ Chris explained.

â€œOkay. Well, Iâ€™m not allergic to anything,â€ Matt responded.

â€œSpeaking of penicillin,â€ Matt said as he connected with the â€œSâ€ in SEAFOOD to form DRUGS. â€œAny addictions that we need to know about?â€

Lynn looked at Chris with an apologetic smile. â€œNot very tactful, huh?â€

â€œThatâ€™s okay,â€ Chris replied and looked Matt straight in the eye. â€œNo addictions, Mr. McKinley. Not drugs, not alcohol, nothing!â€

â€œWell, I needed to know!â€ Matt answered Lynnâ€™s glare.

â€œLetâ€™s lighten up the mood a little,â€ Chris said, placing the word MUSIC off of the â€œUâ€ in DRUGS. â€œI like most kinds of music except rap. And I can only stand maybe one reggae song at a time. But my mood usually determines what music I listen to.â€

â€œMattâ€™s a jazz freak,â€ Lynn commented.

â€œWhat do you mean by freak?â€ Matt argued. â€œJust because I donâ€™t like all that headbanger music that you warp your mind with!â€

â€œMatt, I really donâ€™t consider Van Halen and Def Leppard to be â€˜headbangerâ€™ music,â€ Lynn said in her defense.

Then turning to Chris, Matt asked, â€œDo you even know who those groups are?â€

â€œOf course I do,â€ Chris answered. â€œThey have some great songs!â€

â€œNow, sheâ€™s just trying to be polite to you, Lynn,â€ Matt explained.

Lynn shook her head. â€œYour turn, Matt.â€

Matt placed his letters on the board, CRIME, connected to the â€œEâ€ in MOVIE.

Chris looked at Lynn. â€œI guess weâ€™re not lightening up the mood.â€ Then turning to Matt, she asked, â€œI suppose you want to know if Iâ€™ve ever been arrested for anything?â€

â€œMatt!â€ Lynn glared across the table once again.

â€œItâ€™s okay, Lynn. He found me out,â€ Chris said with a serious look on her face. â€œIâ€™ve got a criminal record. I was arrested as a Russian spy!â€ Chris kept the serious look on her face as long as she could, but upon seeing Lynn holding in a laugh out of the corner of her eye, she broke out in laughter.

â€œFunny, funny. But sheâ€™d thank me if it turned out you were a murderer or something!â€ Matt exclaimed, pointing at Lynn.

â€œYeah, like sheâ€™d really tell you if she were a murderer!â€ Lynn said through her laughter.

Martâ€™s face remained solemn, so Chris took his question seriously. â€œNo, Matt, Iâ€™ve never been arrested or convicted of any crime.â€

â€œThank you,â€ Matt mumbled.

Lynn watched as Chris set down the letters with a mischievous grin. If Matt wasnâ€™t going to lighten up, then she would give him a little bit more information than he really wanted. The word she placed was HOTEL off of the â€œLâ€ in ILL.

Chris took a swig of her beer. â€œOkay, HOTEL. I lost my virginity in a hotel, prom night, to the captain of the football team.â€

â€œHey! Me too!â€ Matt exclaimed.

â€œYou mean on prom night?â€ Chris asked, surprised by his reaction,

â€œNo, not actually on prom night, but it was the captain of the football team!â€ Matt replied.

Lynn, after being taken aback by Chrisâ€™s openness, suddenly woke up. â€œWait a minute, I havenâ€™t heard this story!â€

â€œNothing much to tell. I was dating his sister, but I scored with the brother,â€ Matt explained.

â€œIâ€™m sure his sister was thrilled about that!â€ Lynn remarked.

â€œOh, she never found out. It was the summer after high school. He left for college, I never saw him again.â€

â€œAnd his sister?â€ Chris asked.

â€œWe ended up having sex, too. But the experience with her brother was much better. Thatâ€™s pretty much when I figured out that I was gay.â€

â€œWell, Matt!â€ Lynn remarked. â€œI never knew that you had such a sordid past!â€

â€œI just hope they never figure it out!â€ Matt joked.

They both looked over at Lynn, waiting for her story.

â€œWell?â€ Matt asked.

â€œWell what? Iâ€™m not part of this game!â€ Lynn answered.

â€œOh, so now youâ€™re not part of this game. You canâ€™t just put your two cents on one subject and not another!â€ Matt quipped.

â€œSo, no football captain in your past, huh?â€ Chris smiled.

â€œUh-uh.â€ Lynn shook her head, then smiled. â€œCheerleader.â€

â€œBehind the bleachers?â€ Matt kidded.

â€œNo, up at summer camp. We were both camp counselors. Funny what you can accomplish in one of those little rowboats in the middle of the lake on a hot summer night!â€ Lynn smiled, remembering fondly. â€œAnd oh, what a pair of pom-poms she had!â€

â€œOhhh!â€ the other two both moaned, throwing their napkins in her direction.

â€œWell, thatâ€™s enough openness for me for one night,â€ Lynn said as she examined her watch. She stood and stretched. â€œIâ€™ll clean up the dishes. You guys can keep playing.â€

â€œWhat time is it?â€ Chris inquired.

â€œPast ten. Early class tomorrow?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œI never schedule my classes very early. Iâ€™m not exactly a morning person,â€ Chris replied. She scooted back from the table. â€œBut it is getting pretty late. Iâ€™ll help you with the dishes and then Iâ€™d better be on my way.â€

â€œYeah, Iâ€™m pretty tired myself,â€ Matt said and started cleaning up the game.

â€œThereâ€™s really not many dishes. Donâ€™t feel like you need to stay and help,â€ Lynn said as she gathered the various dishes around the kitchen and stacked them at the side of the sink.

â€œWell then, two should make it go faster, huh?â€ Chris replied as she turned on the water, picked up the first dish, and proceeded to rinse it. The problem was, Chris thought to herself, that she really didnâ€™t want to go home.

Lynn opened the dishwasher and slid each dish in as Chris handed them to her. Within minutes, the kitchen was clean.

â€œSee? So much quicker with two!â€ Chris remarked, then realizing that it was time for her to leave, felt a loneliness overcome her. She stood there, drying her hands over and over again.

â€œYeah. Usually Matt helps though. Whereâ€™d he go?â€ Lynn said as she walked over to the glass door. Looking out, she watched as Matt leaned against the railing, staring out into the darkness. Chris joined Lynn at the glass to see what she was observing.

Lynn put her arm around Chrisâ€™s shoulder, giving Chris a shiver down her spine, and softly spoke. â€œIâ€™m really worried about him. Heâ€™s really taking this whole thing much too seriously. I wish that I could be there every minute his parents are here, but I canâ€™t.â€

â€œThatâ€™s what heâ€™s got me for, Lynn. I know that Iâ€™m a complete stranger, but please know that I understand this isnâ€™t a game, and Iâ€™ll do my best.â€

â€œI believe you will,â€ Lynn said as she squeezed Chrisâ€™s shoulder, then released her arm. â€œThanks again for doing this.â€

Chris unlocked the door to her apartment and set her backpack on the couch. She listened to the silence. Realizing how empty it made her feel, she flipped on the television and plopped down on the couch. She had never minded being alone before. How could things change so quickly? She had only known these people for two days, really less than two days. Maybe it was just that she hadnâ€™t let anyone in for so long.

During her youth, she wasnâ€™t allowed the luxury of close friends. She always knew that in a short time her family would be transferred to yet another location. Chris had learned quickly to keep people at armâ€™s length. This avoided any heartbreak when she would be pulled away to start over again. Now she had friends, well, not close friends, but friends that she did things with. But she couldnâ€™t think of any she wanted around all the time.

Chris stretched out on the sofa and buried her face in the pillow. She felt so comfortable with Matt and Lynn. Well, she had felt comfortable with Matt. Lynn made her feel comfortable and uneasy at the same time. She thought back to how she froze when she had been alone with Lynn before dinner, and the contentment that she felt later, when Lynn had her arm around her shoulder. Warm and content. Still feeling these sensations, Chris drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Four

Chris walked down the wine aisle in the grocery store. Matt had requested that she bring wine this evening, her donation to the meal that he was preparing. However, she had forgotten to ask what they were having, and therefore found herself staring at the wide array of selections.

â€œRed, I believe, goes with Italian food.â€

Chris turned to find Lynn next to her, with a shopping basket containing various salad items.

â€œI wasnâ€™t sure if he told you what he was cooking,â€ Lynn added.

â€œNo, he didnâ€™t,â€ Chris answered. â€œHow much wine do we need?â€

â€œHeâ€™s a good cook, so you donâ€™t need to be soused to eat it, if thatâ€™s what youâ€™re asking.â€ Lynn chuckled.

â€œWell, I was trying to be polite, but that is what I was getting at.â€ Chris smiled.

â€œDonâ€™t get more than one bottle. First of all because I canâ€™t drink too much before I play tonight, and second, if Matt drinks too much you may find out more than you really need, or want, to know.â€

â€œYou have to play tonight? As in, â€˜playing aroundâ€™?â€ Chris asked with a mischievous smile.

â€œSee, now Matt gave you the wrong idea about me! Iâ€™m not a nympho or anything!â€ Lynn explained, â€œI play at the Rainbow Room, itâ€™s a gay bar.â€ Realizing this didnâ€™t sound any better, she added, â€œI mean I sing. Well, I play guitar and the keyboard too, but I basically sing.â€

â€œYou see, I learn something new every day. I didnâ€™t even know there was a gay bar around here!â€

â€œYeah, well, we donâ€™t really advertise, we donâ€™t want to attract the riffraff.â€

â€œDo people just sit and listen, or is there a dance floor?â€

â€œYou ever try to keep a gay man from dancing?â€ Lynn chuckled.

â€œSoâ€¦ you must sing Broadway songs, huh?â€ Chris laughed.

â€œNo, no Broadway tunes, thatâ€™s how we keep most of the gay men out.â€ Lynn laughed at the stereotype and wondered if Chris really believed it. â€œThere are a few gay men that come in, like Matt, but itâ€™s basically known as a lesbian bar.â€

There was a moment of silence, Lynn guessed because she had said the word â€œlesbian,â€ so she broke the uncomfortable pause. â€œSo wine, salad, bread, and Mattâ€™s manicotti, sounds like a feast, huh?â€

â€œWell, what are we having for the most important part of the meal?â€ Chris asked. Lynn looked at her quizzically.

â€œDessert,â€ Chris answered. â€œThe most important part of the meal is dessert!â€

â€œOh God, a woman after my own heart. Bless you!â€ Lynn smiled. â€œWell, Matt doesnâ€™t really eat sweets, thinks theyâ€™re bad for you or something.â€ Lynn rolled her eyes and continued, â€œBut I, on the other hand, think that they should have their own place in the food groups. How about ice cream?â€

â€œYou wonâ€™t have to twist my arm! What flavor?â€

â€œLetâ€™s go look,â€ Lynn said. Finding the freezer aisle, they stood gazing at all of the cartons.

â€œWhat do you think?â€ Lynn asked. â€œDo you want a one-mile-run ice cream or a five-mile-run ice cream?â€

â€œExcuse me?â€

â€œThatâ€™s how I judge what flavor to get,â€ Lynn explained. â€œI love sweets, but I also know how much exercise Iâ€™ll have to do to make up for eating them. Itâ€™s kind of my trade-off. Call it ice cream for miles!â€

â€œSo you run? I love to run. I bet itâ€™s great living on the beach, running along the water every day.â€

â€œYeah, I run every day after work, kind of a stress reliever. I work out at the gym too, but not every day, maybe two, three times a week.â€

â€œEvery day after work, you mean you run in the middle of the night? Is that safe?â€ Chris asked.

â€œOh, the singing thing. Thatâ€™s not really a job, just kind of a hobby. Monday through Friday Iâ€™m a waitress at the Blue Moon Cafe, the restaurant just on the other side of Mattâ€™s shop. Itâ€™s only open for breakfast and lunch, so Iâ€™m out of there about two in the afternoon.â€

Chris nodded in understanding and looked back toward the ice cream. â€œSo, whatâ€™s your favorite?â€

â€œDefinitely pralines and cream, a lot of people go for something chocolate, but not me. And your favorite?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œIâ€™m the person for something chocolate. Rocky Road,â€ Chris answered.

â€œWell, I say we get both. I mean, Mattâ€™s parents will probably be over and want something sweet, donâ€™t you think?â€ Lynn tried to justify the purchases.

â€œOh, definitely!â€ Chris agreed and reached into the case for the containers.

â€œHere, let me.â€ Lynn smiled as she took the containers from Chrisâ€™s hands. â€œI hear that youâ€™re a struggling student.â€

Chris let Lynn purchase the ice cream along with the salad ingredients while wondering to herself if Lynn was any better off financially working as a waitress. The two walked out into the parking lot, climbed into their respective vehicles, and drove toward the house.

Lynn rolled down the window and turned on the radio. Her stomach growling, she reached into one of the sacks, took out a carrot, and took a bite. Could Matt and Chris really pull off this escapade? She wondered if Chris was overwhelmed by the situation. She didnâ€™t seem to be, but some people put on a good front. She knew that she was going to have a hard enough time pretending for Mattâ€™s parents that he and Chris were a couple. She hoped that they wouldnâ€™t run into any of Mattâ€™s friends while he and Chris were entertaining his parents. Lynn made a mental note to ask Matt if he had clued any of his friends in on his scheme.

Chris rolled down the window and breathed in the crisp evening air. She looked over at the bottle of wine that she had purchased and wished that she could have a glass before she stepped into another question-and-answer series. What she really wanted was to drink the entire bottle, to relieve the uneasiness in her stomach. Itâ€™s funny, she only felt this nervousness when she was alone with Lynn. It hadnâ€™t really bothered her to learn that Lynn was gay, or had it? Brushing off the nerves, she pulled up in front of the house. Taking another deep breath, she grabbed the wine bottle and walked to the door.

Lynn opened the door and ushered Chris in before her. â€œHey, Matt! Look who I found at the grocery store.â€

Matt looked around the kitchen wall and rolled his eyes. â€œWhat a coincidence,â€ he mumbled.

Lynn gave him a dirty look for what he was thinking as she brought the sacks of food through the living room. Chris followed Lynn into the kitchen and took the lid off of one of the pots to check out the contents. The creamy Alfredo sauce made her mouth water. â€œIf you guys keep feeding me like this, Iâ€™ll never want to leave.â€

â€œTomorrow night, itâ€™s your turn to cook!â€ Matt joked as he stirred the pasta.

â€œYeah, youâ€™d better be joking.â€ Chris laughed. â€œYou two wouldnâ€™t want to eat anything I can cook!â€

â€œYouâ€™ve been on your own for a while. What do you eat if you donâ€™t cook?â€ Lynn asked as she removed the contents of the plastic bags.

â€œA lot of salads, sandwiches, nothing that takes too much effort.â€

â€œItâ€™s different when youâ€™re alone too,â€ Matt commented. â€œWho wants to do all this cooking for just one person, right?â€

Chris nodded, salivating as Matt stirred the sauce. Lynn tore off two chunks of French bread and dunked them in the cream as Matt went over to the refrigerator. Lynn quickly popped one of the pieces into her mouth and offered the other to Chris. Smiling, the woman opened her mouth, letting Lynn place the bread on her tongue.

Matt turned at the sound of her moans of delight. â€œHey! Whatâ€™s going on?â€ he exclaimed.

Lynn looked innocent as she went back to preparing her salad, leaving Chris to fend for herself. Chris could not answer as she was still savoring the bite. She simply shrugged and smiled. Matt looked at one woman and then the other, then went back to his search in the refrigerator. Lynn glanced back and gave Chris a wink. Chris felt her face turn red, and not understanding her own reaction, quickly turned away.

â€œWell guys, I need to get going.â€ Lynn slid her chair back from the table and stood. â€œI just hope that Iâ€™ll be able to sing with this hill stomach. Another great meal, Matt!â€

â€œThanks. Have a good practice,â€ Matt said with a wave goodbye.

Chris looked up as Lynn opened the sliding glass door and stepped into the house. â€œHey, what aboutâ€¦â€

â€œIâ€™m sorry, Iâ€™m just too mil for ice cream right now, but you can go ahead if you want to!â€ Lynn said apologetically.

â€œWait a minute,â€ Matt called to Lynn. â€œIce cream? Oh no, have you corrupted her already?â€

Lynn stuck her head back out the door with a mischievous smile. â€œDepends on what you mean by corrupting her!â€

â€œLynnâ€¦â€ Matt glared at her, remembering their conversation in the kitchen the first night.

â€œIâ€™m just teasing! Canâ€™t you take a joke?â€ Lynn laughed, shrugged her shoulders, and glanced over at Chris.

Chris smiled. Matt mumbled something under his breath and swallowed the last drop of wine from his glass.

Lynn grabbed her keys and headed out the door. â€œShoot!â€ she said to herself as she looked at her watch and realized it was later than she thought. For some reason she wasnâ€™t as excited as usual about going to practice. She wanted to stay home. Why? she wondered. It was just going to be another evening like last night, Matt and Chris trading details about their lives, pretty boring. Actually, Mattâ€™s life details were boring, but she was interested in learning more about Chris. And that smile. Oh brother! Lynn slapped herself on the headâ€”sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight, shes straight, she repeated to herself. She drove into the bar parking lot and saw all the other band membersâ€™ vehicles in the lot. Parking quickly, she jogged to the door.

â€œYouâ€™re late!â€ Nikki called from the stage. â€œYouâ€™re never late! Whatâ€™s the matter?â€ Nikki was the lead guitarist and the other vocalist in the band. Tall, thin, much too confident, and bisexual, Nikki did not appeal sexually to Lynn at all. Lynn could never get involved with a bisexual. The concept was totally repellent to her. She and Nikki flirted while playing on stage, but that was as far as it went, and Lynn had made that clear to Nikki the first time they played together.

â€œNothing is the matter, I just lost track of time, thatâ€™s all,â€ Lynn answered as she climbed the stairs to the stage. Strapping a guitar on, she said hello to the rest of the members, and went right to work. â€œOkay, letâ€™s start with the usual songs, and we also have that special request that I faxed to you guys yesterday.â€ And with that said, the practice began.

Chris and Matt stared at each other. Two hours of making small talk was wearing on them. Chris felt like she knew everything that she needed to know about Matt. She was bored, she was tired, and she wished Lynn was there. Lynn would have broken the silence with some witty comment or sarcastic remark.

â€œWe need to get out of here.â€ Matt stood suddenly.

â€œYes, we definitely need to get out of here,â€ Chris agreed as she pushed out her chair. â€œAny place in particular?â€

â€œNoâ€”any place that you usually hang out?â€

â€œI actually never just hang out. My life for the past four years has been eat, study, sleep, eat, study, sleep.â€

â€œWell, the place that I usually hang out is a gay bar, and I donâ€™t think that you would feel comfortable there, soâ€¦â€

â€œIs that where Lynn plays?â€

â€œYeah, the Rainbow Room.â€

â€œLetâ€™s go there. I donâ€™t think that Iâ€™ll feel too uncomfortable.â€

Matt tried to hide the shock he felt. Most straight people wouldnâ€™t go near a gay bar. Chris must really have an open mind. He was glad that he had found her.

â€œOkay, letâ€™s go!â€ Matt grabbed his wallet and keys and ushered Chris out the door.

Chris was a little scared. Had she actually suggested that they go to a gay bar? Was she crazy? Yesterday, she didnâ€™t even know that there was a gay bar in the area, and now tonight she was hanging out there? Act cool, she told herself, you donâ€™t know what you are going to see, just act cool.

Matt pulled his El Camino into the parking lot and parked right next to Lynnâ€™s truck. He prepared himself to leave the bar at the first sign of uneasiness from Chris. Matt swung the door of the bar open and held it for Chris. It took a while for their eyes to adjust to the dim light. There were only about a dozen people there, half of them sitting at the bar, the other half dispersed throughout the seating area.

â€œWhat do you want to drink?â€ Matt shouted over the music.

â€œA beer is fine,â€ Chris shouted back.

â€œNancy! Two beers!â€ Matt called to the bartender and motioned for Chris to follow him. Matt pulled out a chair at one of the tables at the back of the seating area and took a seat.

Chris sat down and looked around. It looked like a regular bar, with regular people, except for the two women kissing at a table at the far end. She tried not to stare. She glanced toward the front of the bar and was taken aback to discover that the voice she was hearing was Lynnâ€™s. Again, she tried not to stare. The music stopped, Lynn said something to the drummer, and the music started again. What did they need practice for? They sounded great!

â€œThis band is really good. Lynn has a great voice!â€ she said to Matt as the bartender set the beers on the table.

Matt took a swig from the bottle and shouted, â€œYeah, I know!â€ Just then the music stopped and there was silence. Matt stood up and yelled, â€œEncore! encore!â€ and clapped loudly. Lynn swung around to find where the voice had come from and smiled.

â€œYou damn hecklers!â€ she yelled back. Grabbing her beer and a towel, she jumped down from the stage and strode across the room.

â€œHey, what are you guys doing here?â€ Lynn asked. â€œAre you two sick of each other already? How is your marriage ever going to last?â€ She laughed, wiped her face off with the towel, and took a gulp of beer.

â€œYouâ€™re really good!â€ Chris said.

â€œIâ€™ve been told that several times,â€ Lynn answered with a teasing smile. Then glancing at Matt, she straightened her face. â€œSorry.â€ Turning to Chris, she said, â€œThank you.â€

â€œHey, are we done or what!â€ someone yelled from the stage.

â€œNo, we still need to rehearse that special request!â€ Lynn yelled back- Turning around, she said, â€œSee you guys later,â€ and strode back to the stage.

Chris felt like she was blushing. Her tongue felt tied when Lynn made those teasing comments. She definitely needed to practice her comebacks. Finishing her beer, she watched Lynn on the stage. The band was laughing and Lynn was trying to convince them to do something. Finally, they all went to their instruments and slowly began picking at a tune. A few moments later they were playing the song as if they had known it all their lives.

Chris smiled as she recognized the song â€œClose to Youâ€ by the Carpenters. Obviously not a regular song heard in this type of establishment. Obviously, by the smirks on the band membersâ€™ faces, not a regular song of the band. She wondered what the occasion was.

She hadnâ€™t even noticed Matt was gone until he set a new bottle in front of her and sat back down.

â€œThis place is really packed on the nights that they sing. Thursdays arenâ€™t as bad as Fridays and Saturdays.â€

â€œThey play on Thursdays? Bands donâ€™t usually play on Thursdays, do they?â€

â€œNo, not usually, but for some reason a lot of people here come out on Thursdays. I guess people figure they donâ€™t get much work done on Friday anyway, so why not be tired or hungover.â€

Chris nodded. â€œBut doesnâ€™t Lynn work on Friday mornings? How does she work half the night, and then go to work again so early in the morning?â€

â€œSometimes she just doesnâ€™t go to sleep at all. Then she crashes when she gets off work Friday afternoon, and sleeps until she plays on Friday night.â€

Matt and Chris sat and talked about an hour more, until Lynn was finished with her practice, then they all headed home. Once in the car, Matt asked, â€œSo, what did you think of the bar? Was it like you imagined?â€

â€œNo, I thought it would be like a big orgy!â€ she answered sarcastically. Rethinking her answer she began again, â€œActually, I donâ€™t know what I thought it would be like, but I didnâ€™t feel uncomfortable at all.â€

â€œThatâ€™s good,â€ Matt said as he yawned. â€œI didnâ€™t realize how tired I was. I hope I didnâ€™t keep you out too late.â€

â€œWell, it is a school night, but my class doesnâ€™t start until nine, so I should be okay. If I fall asleep in class, Iâ€™ll just blame it on my fiance keeping me out too late.â€ Chris smiled.

Matt pulled in front of the house. Lynn pulled in behind him. Chris got out of his vehicle and walked toward hers.

â€œSee you tomorrow night about five-thirty?â€ Matt called.

Chris nodded. She would make it an early night, because she had a test on Thursday.

â€œSee you then!â€ Lynn called out as she climbed out of the truck and followed Matt to the door.

Lynn had barely locked the front door when there was a knock. Lynn looked through the peephole to find Chris standing there.

â€œDid you forget something?â€ Lynn asked as she opened the door.

â€œNoâ€¦ do you mind if I use the bathroom?â€ Chris asked shyly.

â€œNo problem.â€ Lynn stepped back as Chris quickly passed and disappeared behind a closed door.

Chris came back into the living room after using the facilities. â€œWell, Iâ€™m going to get going.â€

Lynn turned around from sitting on the couch and looked at Chris. â€œAre you okay? Donâ€™t take this the wrong way, but you look like crap!â€

â€œYeah, all of a sudden Iâ€™m not feeling so hot,â€ Chris answered while rubbing her stomach.

â€œAre you sure youâ€™re okay to drive home? Youâ€™re welcome to stay here for the night,â€

â€œNo, Iâ€™ll be fine. Iâ€™d kind of like to get home,â€ Chris said as she headed to the door, stopping once to balance herself.

Lynn stood and started toward the door. â€œChris, how much did you have to drink tonight?â€

â€œNot enough to feel like this!â€ she replied.

â€œLet me take you home, Chris. You have a forty-five-minute drive ahead of you.â€

â€œNo, no. Iâ€™ll need my car in the morning and so will you,â€ Chris replied.

â€œOkay then, Iâ€™ll follow you home. Let me tell Matt and Iâ€™ll just grab my keys.â€

â€œLynn, I donâ€™t think thatâ€™s necessaryâ€¦â€ Then feeling her stomach cramp again, she agreed.

Lynn walked to Mattâ€™s door, called out her plans, grabbed her keys, and followed Chris out the door. Chris slid in her car seat, rolled down the window, and gave Lynn directions, just in case they got separated. Lynn climbed into her truck and pulled out in back of her.

Chris tried to focus on the road ahead instead of on the pains shooting through her stomach. Leaning toward the open window, she tried to cool her flushed face. She hadnâ€™t felt this sick in a long time. Maybe it was something she ate. She reviewed everything she consumed that evening and came to the conclusion that she hadnâ€™t eaten anything even related to seafood. And if the food had been spoiled, wouldnâ€™t Lynn and Matt be feeling this way, too? Chris ran her hand over her face, trying hard to concentrate on getting home quickly. It had been really nice of Lynn to see her home. Kind of something an older sister might do, she thought. â€œThank goodness,â€ she said out loud as she reached her apartment complex and coasted into her assigned space.

Lynn pulled into a parking space next to Chris. Walking around to Chrisâ€™s vehicle, she opened the driverâ€™s-side door.

â€œHow are you feeling?â€ Lynn inquired.

â€œLike the world is spinning. I thought Iâ€™d never make it home.â€

Lynn helped Chris up the stairs to her apartment, where Chris immediately excused herself and made her way to the bathroom. Lynn wandered around the living room taking in the new surroundings. She picked up a picture that she decided must have been Chrisâ€™s mom and dad, then set it back down as she heard footsteps from down the hall. Chris made her way to a chair and plopped down. Her face was white as a sheet.

â€œCome on, you need to get to bed,â€ Lynn said as she helped Chris out of the chair, down the hall, and into her bedroom.

â€œDo you have any kind of medicine for an upset stomach?â€ Lynn asked as she turned down the bed.

Chris shook her head. â€œI just donâ€™t get sick that often,â€ she explained.

â€œYou know, itâ€™s probably just nerves,â€ Lynn suggested.

â€œNerves?â€ Chris asked for clarification.

â€œThink about it. In the past two days youâ€™ve been forced into a situation where youâ€™ve had to expose yourself and many intimate details of your life. Not to mention your visit to the bar tonight.â€

â€œMaybe,â€ Chris replied as she collapsed onto her bed.

â€œYou get into bed, Iâ€™ll be right back.â€ Lynn walked out of the apartment and down to her truck, where she pulled a small duffel bag from behind the seat. Unzipping it, she proceeded to look through its contents while climbing back up the stairs. By the time she reached Chrisâ€™ bedroom she had located what she had been searching for.

â€œHere we go!â€ Lynn said, showing the bottle of medicine to the woman now lying in bed.

â€œYou keep that in your truck?â€ Chris asked suspiciously.

â€œWell, along with a few other things.â€ Lynn pointed to the bag she had placed on the bed. â€œMany mornings, waking up who knows where, Iâ€™ve been pretty thankful for this bag,â€ Lynn said, showing Chris the contents. â€œSee? Toothbrush, mouthwash, hairbrush, deodorantâ€¦ Well, you get the idea.â€

â€œAnd you felt it necessary to include this medicine?â€

â€œWell, I hate to admit it, but sometimes the reason I wake up in those places is the result of drinking too much,â€ Lynn said as she wandered down the hall to the kitchen.

Chris could hear drawers being opened and closed and wasnâ€™t surprised when Lynn returned with a spoon.

â€œI canâ€™t say that it tastes great, but it seems to do the job,â€ Lynn said as she poured the liquid into the spoon and offered it to Chris.

Chris took the spoon and swallowed the medicine. â€œYuk!â€

Lynn shrugged. â€œSorry.â€

Chris lay back on her pillow and closed her eyes. â€œThanks, doc!â€

â€œNo problem. Iâ€™m going to crash on your couch just in case you need something in the middle of the night.â€

â€œYou donâ€™t have to do that. You have to be at work in a few hours.â€

Lynn smiled and pulled out a travel alarm clock from her bag. â€œSee? Quite a handy little bag, huh?â€

Chris smiled.

Lynn switched off the light and turned to leave the room but was called back,

â€œLynn?â€

â€œYes?â€

â€œOh, never mind, itâ€™s silly.â€

Lynn smiled, knowing exactly what she was asking. She too wanted the same exact thing when she was ill. Lynn climbed up on the bed next to her and softly stroked her hair. â€œItâ€™s not silly.â€

Lighdy rubbing Chrisâ€™s back, Lynn was reminded of Susan. She would always do this when Lynn had been crippled by a migraine. The memories rushed through her mind. A warm feeling overwhelmed her body. The feeling of someone holding her, loving her, trying to make the pain subside. Lynn felt a tear roll down her cheek. She feared she would never experience that again.

Chapter Five

Lynnâ€™s alarm rang, jolting her awake. It took a minute for her to remember where she was. Stretching after being curled up on the sofa for the last few hours, she stood and tiptoed down the hall to check on Chris. Finding her sound asleep, she returned to the living room, where she pulled on her shoes and tied the laces.

Wanting to leave some kind of note, Lynn reviewed the contents of the room around her for a pen and a piece of paper. She walked into the kitchen and still found nothing. Lynn eyed the backpack sitting on a living room chair. Should she dare to open it? Wouldnâ€™t that be like searching through someoneâ€™s purse? She convinced herself that it would be okay as long as she only looked for the items needed.

She unzipped the main zipper: books, note cards, appointment book, notebook. She tore out a blank sheet from the notebook and proceeded with her search for a pen. Unzipping a pocket from inside the pack, she inserted her hand and pulled out a handful of objects. Lynn smiled at her catch. Mechanical pencil, eraser, gum, lipstick. Taking the cap off the container, she screwed the base exposing the color. Lynn tried to imagine Chrisâ€™s lips covered with this dark, moist substance. A shiver ran down her body just thinking about it. Taking her eyes off the lipstick just for a moment, she noticed something else in the pile to snap her back to reality. Condoms. Admonishing herself for her previous thought, she crammed all of the items except the pencil back into the pocket.

Lynn left a brief note, returned the pencil to its place, and zipped the pack closed. Serves me right for looking in someoneâ€™s personal belongings, she told herself. Grabbing her keys she walked softly to the door, turned the lock on the doorknob, and closed it behind her.

â€œHey, itâ€™s me.â€ Lynn phoned Matt on her eight oâ€™clock break.

â€œHey! I didnâ€™t hear you come home last night.â€

â€œI didnâ€™t. I stayed at Chrisâ€™s place.â€

Lynn heard nothing but silence on the other end of the line. â€œShe was sick, Matt. I would have felt bad for just leaving.â€

â€œUh-huh.â€ Matt sounded unconvinced.

â€œWhatever. Can I have Chrisâ€™s phone number, please? I want to see how sheâ€™s feeling,â€

â€œLynnâ€¦ arenâ€™t you getting a little too involved here?â€

â€œDang it, Matt! Just give me the number, would you?â€

Lynn got the number and dialed.

â€œHello?â€ the voice on the other end said sleepily.

â€œHi Chris, this is Lynn. I hope I didnâ€™t wake you. I just wanted to see how you are feeling.â€

â€œIâ€™m feeling much better. I think it was like you said, just nerves.â€

â€œGood. Iâ€™m glad to hear it. Iâ€™ll see you tonight, then?â€

â€œFive-thirty. And Lynnâ€¦ thanks for last night.â€

Lynn smiled as she hung up the receiver. She had to admit that she had actually heard those words quite often over the last year, but in an entirely different context. She leaned her elbows on the counter and imagined Chris lying in her bed with just a sheet covering her body, her tousled head of hair covering the soft pillow, a soft smile on her lipsâ€¦ Suddenly Lynnâ€™s thoughts snapped back to the condoms she had discovered. Damn, the way a mind can bring you back to reality in a matter of seconds!

Standing straight, Lynn ran her fingers through her hair. Reaching in her pocket for the customer bills within, she tried to concentrate on the tickets before her. Which ones needed to be rung up? It was no useâ€”her mind kept going back to her daydream. The pale green sheet rising and falling with Chrisâ€™s breathing. Lynn shook her head and repeated to herselfâ€”condoms, condoms, condoms. Maybe Matt was right. She was getting too involved.

Chris arrived at the house at five-thirty sharp and knocked on the front door. Lynn swung the door open and reviewed the lean legs which were swallowed up in jogging shorts at one end and short socks and tennis shoes at the other. Chris was somewhat more casual in attire this evening than she had been before. J

â€œHi there!â€

â€œHi! Long time no see!â€ Chris chuckled as she entered.

â€œMatt just called and said that he was going to have to work late. I hope you donâ€™t mind just hanging out with me for a while.â€

â€œHow late?â€ Chris exclaimed. â€œI was going to call it an early night so I could go home and study for my test tomorrow!â€

â€œOh, sorry, I didnâ€™t ask how late.â€

â€œGreat. Doesnâ€™t he realize that I have another life? I mean, I canâ€™t spend all my time on this little charade of his!â€ Chris quipped.

Lynn stepped back, not knowing what triggered this attitude.

â€œIâ€™m sorry,â€ Chris apologized. â€œIâ€™m just stressed. I am just so unprepared for this test. Itâ€™s not anything thatâ€™s your fault.â€

â€œOkay, how about this. Letâ€™s call in for a pizza, and while we wait for delivery, if you feel like it, we can go for a run to relieve some of that stress.â€

â€œI would like to, but Iâ€™ll get sweaty, and I donâ€™t have any other clothes with me.â€

â€œNo problem, Iâ€™ll find something for you to wear. What kind of pizza do you want?â€

â€œCombination is fine with me.â€

Lynn called in the pizza and quickly changed her clothes.

â€œLetâ€™s go!â€ Lynn walked to the sliding glass door and slid it open. â€œPerfect weather for running.â€

They went down the stairs off of the deck and began jogging out to the waterâ€™s edge. The beach was empty and there was a cool breeze coming off of the water.

â€œSo, I set my watch alarm to go off when we need to turn around, if you need to turn around before then, just tell me,â€ Lynn said.

â€œYou mean if I get tired before you do?â€ Chris smiled.

â€œWell, I do this every day, Iâ€™m probably more used to running on the sand than you are.â€

â€œWeâ€™ll see who gets tired first!â€ Chris took off in a sprint down the beach.

Oh man, I had to open my big mouth! Lynn said to herself as she took off after Chris.

Lynn caught up to Chris. â€œOkay, so youâ€™re in great shape. Take it easy on me, Iâ€™m a lot older than you.â€

â€œHow much older?â€ Chris asked.

â€œWell, Iâ€™m guessing youâ€™re about twenty-two, so about ten years older.â€

â€œWow! That old!â€ Chris looked over at Lynn with wide eyes, then smiled and continued, â€œYou guessed wrong. Iâ€™m twenty-six, itâ€™s just taken a long time for me to get through school. Iâ€™ve gotten student loans, but Iâ€™ve still had to work full time during the summers to be able to support myself throughout the school year.â€

â€œWhat kind of jobs have you had?â€

â€œUsually I get a job as a trainer at a gym.â€ Chris smiled at Lynn and took off in a quick sprint.

No wonder she was in such great shape. Lynn groaned. â€œYou little con woman! And I was trying to be nice about the sand and all!â€ She laughed and took off after her again.

â€œOuch!â€ Lynn cried out, stopped in her tracks, and leaned over to massage her leg.

â€œWhat! Whatâ€™s the matter?â€ Chris called out from down the beach.

â€œI think I pulled something!â€

Chris jogged back to Lynn, stopped, and put her hand on Lynnâ€™s shoulder. â€œAre you okay?â€

Suddenly Lynn stood straight up, grabbed Chris by the shoulders, and pushed her down into the water, which had come up behind her. â€œNow, Iâ€™m fine!â€ Lynn laughed.

â€œOh really?â€ Chris reached up and pulled Lynn down beside her.

Both women were sitting in the water, laughing, when the timer on Lynnâ€™s watch went off.

Chris stood up. â€œRace you back to the house!â€ she cried, and sprinted off in the direction of the house.

Her competitive spirit is going to kill me, Lynn said to herself, as she once again raced after her. By running at full force, she reached the soft sand at the same time as Chris. Lynn would not let Chris beat her. They were neck in neck as they trod through the sand that seemed to pull at their feet. About fifteen feet from the house, all her energy gone, Chris moaned and slowed down.

Lynn, feeling her last kick of adrenaline, was able to reach the deck first. â€œHa! Take that!â€ she cried out, then sank to her knees in the sand in exhaustion.

â€œYou win. I admit it,â€ Chris conceded. â€œYouâ€™re in better shape than me!â€

Lynn, not knowing if the muscles in her legs would even allow her to stand, puffed out, â€œI think weâ€™re about equal. If it hadnâ€™t been for that last spurt of adrenaline, it would have been a tie.â€

â€œCome on, you need to find me something to wear so I can get out of these clothes that are sticking to me.â€ Chris offered her hand to Lynn and pulled her up out of the sand.

Indoors, Lynn pulled out an oversized T-shirt for Chris. â€œI donâ€™t think I have any shorts that will fit you. You can just wear this, and throw your clothes into the washer if you want. They should be dry by the time we finish eating.â€

Lynn took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom clad in only a towel. She bumped into Chris, already showered and wearing the XXX T-shirt. Suddenly, the words on the T-shirt â€œMake Love Not Warâ€ took on a whole new meaning to Lynn, and she once again found it necessary to repeat to herselfâ€”sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight.

Lynn had let Chris use the bathroom connected to her room because she thought Chris would feel more comfortable there than showering in the guest bathroom, Chris slid on the T-shirt that Lynn loaned her and hoped it hid all the necessary parts. She was a little uncomfortable with the idea that she was totally nude underneath.

â€œOh, excuse me!â€ she said, as she collided with Lynn as she walked out of Lynnâ€™s room. Chris felt her heart skip a beat when she saw that Lynn was covered only with a towel. Then she felt herself blush. What was that about? she asked herself. Its just another woman. She had seen plenty of women with and without towels, especially during her job at the gym.

â€œSorry, I need to grab something to wear.â€

Trying to cover for how uncomfortable she felt, Chris asked, â€œDo you have a hair dryer somewhere? Iâ€™d like to dry my hair.â€

â€œSure, in the top right-hand drawer. Help yourself,â€ Lynn answered, and pulled out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

â€œThanks.â€ Chris walked back into the bathroom, pulled out the hair dryer, and proceeded to dry her hair.

Lynn walked into the living room just as Matt was opening the front door, carrying the pizza that had just been delivered.

â€œI guess weâ€™re having pizza for dinner?â€ Matt asked sarcastically. â€œWhereâ€™s Chris?â€

â€œShe just got out of the shower. Sheâ€™ll be out in a minute.â€

Just then, Chris walked into the living room wearing only the borrowed T-shirt. Looking at Lynn, who still had wet hair, Matt asked suspiciously, â€œWhatâ€™s going on here Lynn?â€

Lynn, rolling her eyes with disgust, replied, â€œWhat do you think?â€ Not getting an immediate answer, she crossed her arms over her chest. â€œWe went for a run. Chris threw her clothes in the washer, and I loaned her a T-shirt. Is that okay, Matt?â€ She threw her arms in the air. â€œGod, Matt! I gave you my word!â€ Taking the pizza from his hands, she walked into the kitchen. â€œChris, your clothes are done, Iâ€™ll throw them in the dryer for you.â€

Not really understanding the exchange that had taken place, Chris called back, â€œThanks!â€ Then turning to Matt, she gave him a look of confusion.

â€œHoney, Iâ€™m home?â€ Matt said to Chris, trying to look innocent. â€œI think itâ€™s my turn to take a shower,â€ he said as he slunk down the hall.

â€œCome and get your pizza!â€ Lynn called from the kitchen.

â€œWhat was all that about?â€ Chris asked in regards to the former conversation.

â€œDonâ€™t worry about it. You want beer, wine, or soda?â€ Lynn asked as she opened the refrigerator.

â€œBetter make it soda if Iâ€™m going to get any studying done,â€ Chris answered. â€œWhat time is it, anyway?â€ she asked as she looked around the kitchen for a clock.

â€œYouâ€™ve got plenty of time,â€ Lynn replied. â€œWhat class are you studying for?â€

â€œKinetics. I have a whole bunch of flash cards made up, I just need to go through them over and over again.â€

â€œCan I help? I mean if you have your materials with you?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œReally? That would be great, if itâ€™s not too much trouble!â€ Chris cut some pizza and placed it on her plate. â€œIâ€™ll go out to my car and get my stuffâ€¦â€ Then, looking at her outfit, she said, â€œWould you mind getting it out of my car? I feel a little indecent.â€

Lynn picked up her plate and their drinks. â€œNo problem, what am I looking for?â€

â€œJust the backpack,â€ Chris answered as she took her plate and followed Lynn into the living room. She grabbed her keys off the entry table and handed them to Lynn. â€œThanks again.â€

For the next hour, between bites of pizza, Lynn quizzed Chris off of the flash cards. Matt finished his shower, served himself some pizza, plopped down on the couch, and proceeded to flip through channels with the remote control.

â€œExcuse me, canâ€™t you tell that Chris is trying to study?â€ Lynn quipped.

â€œIâ€™m sorry, is this disturbing your concentration?â€ Matt questioned.

â€œItâ€™s okay, I probably should be going anywayâ€¦â€ Chris said as she started gathering her materials together.

â€œNo, weâ€™re not finished with your flash cards, we can just go into the bedroomâ€¦â€ Lynn, raising her eyebrows, said sarcastically while looking at Matt.

â€œNo! Iâ€™m turning it off, Iâ€™m turning it off!â€ Matt glared, then flipped the television off, threw the remote back on the table, and lay down on the couch.

Lynn couldnâ€™t believe that he didnâ€™t trust her. â€œNow, where were we?â€

The two women continued until they heard a loud snore coming from the couch. Turning, they found Matt fast asleep. Trying not to giggle, Lynn whispered, â€œAre you sure you want to marry this man?â€

Chris shook her head no and smiled. â€œIâ€™ve heard much worse, believe me. One guy I dated, I swear, the walls were going to cave in!â€

Lynn, taken aback at realizing that Chris had a sex life, tried to recover. â€œGuys arenâ€™t the only ones who snore. I thought one woman was going to suck the sheets right off the bed!â€

Chris laughed nervously She wanted the picture going through her mind to vanish. She got up from the couch and turned away. â€œWell, I really should be going. Thanks for all of your help.â€

Helping collect all of the books strewn around the couch, Lynn looked up and saw the curve of Chrisâ€™s nipples through the white shirt. Feeling a burning sensation below her belly, she stood and walked briskly out of the room. â€œIâ€™ll get your clothes from the dryer!â€ she called back.

Chris was anxious to get back into her clothes. All evening, she had felt her nipples rubbing against the cotton material. She was sure that they were taut because she was a little chilly; at least she hoped thatâ€™s what it was.

â€œHere you go, still nice and warm.â€ Lynn was also anxious for Chris to get back into her clothes. It seemed that it was all Lynn could do to keep from looking at Chrisâ€™s breasts.

Chris changed and picked up her backpack. â€œWell, I guess tonight was a bust, I mean for me and Matt. Apologize to him for me, will you?â€ Just then Matt let out a tremendous snore, Chris smiled and looked at Lynn, who was also smiling. â€œI guess weâ€™ll have to cram tomorrow night, since itâ€™s the last night before his parents arrive. Iâ€™ll be here around five-thirty again.â€ Chris backed away from the intense eye contact between her and Lynn. â€œGood night.â€

â€œGood night,â€ Lynn said and watched as Chris climbed into her vehicle. Closing the door, Lynn walked directly to the bathroom and turned the cold water on full blast.

Chris drove home with her windows wide open. She needed the cool breeze hitting her face. She was enjoying the preparation for this charade more than she thought she would. Or was it just the company that she was enjoying? Shaking off the feeling, she pulled into her parking space and lugged her backpack up the stairs to her apartment. Once she had settled in, she opened her backpack in preparation for another hour or so of studying. She reached in to pull out her flash cards and felt something wrapped in foil. Retrieving the package, she found several pieces of leftover pizza. She smiled when she read the note affixed to the wrapping. â€œJust in case you need a midnight snack!â€ was written in Lynnâ€™s handwriting, and, â€œGood luck on your test, I know youâ€™ll do great!â€ Chris leaned back on her couch. She hadnâ€™t felt this good in a long time.

Chapter Six

â€œOkay, Iâ€™m ready for another game of Scrabble!â€ Chris said as soon as she entered the doorway the following day.

â€œGreat! Dinner is ready, so we can play while weâ€™re eating,â€ Matt answered, and then whispered, â€œLynn made her chili verde burritos. I just wanted to warn you, before you take the first bite, sometimes theyâ€™re extremely hot, spicy hot.â€

â€œCool, I love hot and spicy food.â€

â€œNot me, it gives me heartburn. There, thatâ€™s something my fiancee would know.â€

Lynn popped her head around the corner of the kitchen. â€œHi! Grab what you want to drink and head out to the deck.â€

When they were all seated at the table, Matt just sat, staring at the burrito in front of him.

â€œMateâ€™s a real wimp when it comes to spicy foods. I hope youâ€™re not!â€ Lynn said to Chris.

â€œI love hot things! The hotter the better!â€ Chris popped her first bite into her mouth.

Lynn watched as Chris chewed and swallowed. â€œWell?â€

â€œDelicious! Come on Matt, dig in, theyâ€™re not that hot!â€ Chris teased.

Matt cut a small bite and tested it with his tongue before slowly putting the food into his mouth. His face turned red. He swallowed, and immediately drank his entire glass of water. â€œI can see this is going to take more than water,â€ he choked out.

Standing, he went back into the kitchen and returned with a gallon of milk. The women laughed and proceeded to dig into the burritos.

â€œHey, how did your test go today?â€ Lynn asked Chris.

â€œGreat. Thanks for the help. And the care package.â€ Chris smiled at Lynn.

Recovering from his choking attack, Matt set up the game board, picked his first set of letters, and offered the remainder for Chrisâ€™s choice.

â€œToo bad weâ€™re not playing for points!â€ Matt said as he lay down all seven of his letters.

FRIENDS. â€œI was thinking maybe you should know something about my friends. Lynn thought that Iâ€™d better tell a couple of them what was going on, in case we run into them. My best friends are Pete and Jeffâ€”â€

â€œJeffs the one with the big mouth,â€ Lynn interrupted.

Matt turned to Chris. â€œObviously, Lynn doesnâ€™t get along with Jeff. He is a bit obnoxious at times, but he has a good heart. Then thereâ€™s Pete, Iâ€™ve known him since I was in grammar school.â€

â€œWell, I donâ€™t have any friends dating back to grammar school.â€ Chris paused. â€œAll of my friends have come from the university and the little odd jobs Iâ€™ve picked up here and there. Although none of them are extremely close, a day doesnâ€™t go by that I donâ€™t get a call to go do this or go do that. I really have to limit my time due to all the studying thatâ€™s required of me.â€ Chris stopped. She was rambling. She always seemed to ramble when she was stretching the truth. However, this truth seemed much more pleasant than reality.

Chris remembered all of the photographs arranged on the mantel inside. The two people before her had no shortage of friends.

The photographs led her to lay down the next word, VACATION. â€œTell me about some of the places that the pictures in your living room are from.â€

â€œOh,â€ Lynn answered instead of Matt. â€œMost of those were just taken around here. Except for the one in the snow. Several of us drove up to Yosemite for a week. We skied, we snowboardedâ€¦ that picture in there is our attempt at making a snowperson.â€ She finished her story through her laughter, â€œWe couldnâ€™t quite agree on the gender!â€

â€œBut my favorite vacationâ€¦ hmmâ€¦ ooohâ€¦â€ Matt smiled. â€œThat time I went to Acapulco with Dougâ€¦ skinny-dipping in the oceanâ€¦â€

â€œHey, we.donâ€™t need all of the details! And if you mention to your parents that you went with Doug, you better throw in that you picked up a couple of senoritas!â€ Lynn laughed.

Chris nodded in agreement. When the laughter subsided, Lynn and Matt expected her response.

â€œI canâ€™t really say that Iâ€™ve been on a true vacation. We lived so many exotic places. They all started out feeling like a vacation, but after a while they all turned intoâ€¦ just regular day-to-day life.â€

Chris groaned when she saw the next word that Matt put on the board. EMBARASS, off of the â€œRâ€ in FRIENDS. She knew that it was misspelled, but it wasnâ€™t a real game anyway. Lynn, however, felt it her duty to call it to his attention. Matt gave her a dirty look and motioned for Chris to relate her story.

Shifting in her chair, Chris chose one of her many embarrassing moments. â€œI guess it would be the time I got caught sneaking into army housing after curfew.â€

â€œWhat was so embarrassing about that?â€ Matt questioned.

â€œIt kind of turned out not to be my house,â€ Chris admitted. â€œYou know all of those houses looked exactly the sameâ€”especially after smoking a few joints.â€

Lynn laughed. Matt looked irritated. â€œI thought you said you donâ€™t use drugs!â€

â€œOh, come on! Everyone experiments during their teenage years.â€ Then placing her hand over her heart, she promised, â€œI donâ€™t touch the stuff anymore.â€

Matt didnâ€™t look convinced but shrugged it off and relayed his story about the time that he made a pass at a straight man.

â€œYeah,â€ Lynn broke in. â€œThat turned out to be one of my most embarrassing moments too!â€

Chris looked confused. â€œHow so?â€

â€œIt turned out the man that I thought was giving me the eye, was actually giving Lynn the eye,â€ Matt said sheepishly.

â€œAfter the man rejected Mattâ€™s advance, while I was in the ladiesâ€™ room, by the way, he came on to me,â€ Lynn explained. â€œNot knowing what Matt had done, I made a big scene at how he was making a pass at me, right in front of my boyfriend.â€

Matt continued the story, â€œThe man proceeded to tell Lynn about what I had said to him, and then told her that she should leave me and join him.â€

â€œNeedless to say, we had to come clean. By this time, the entire restaurant had overheard the conversation. The man wasnâ€™t too happy with us.â€ Lynn mumbled, â€œI still think he was the one that broke my windshield that night.â€

â€œJust another story about my unluckmess with men,â€ Matt whined. â€œIf they donâ€™t want to hook up with Lynn, they want to hook up with the guy next to meâ€¦â€

â€œHey, just another story of Mattâ€™s bad judge of character!â€ Lynn said sarcastically.

Chris felt the conversation turning into an argument and focused on her tiles before her. She smiled because earlier that day she had thought long and hard, trying to make a mental list of items to get revenge for some of the items that Matt had asked of her the other night. She laid down the letters SEX. Turning toward Matt, she asked, â€œHow many guys have you slept with?â€

â€œWhy do you need to know how many guys Iâ€™ve slept with?â€ He looked up at Chris, expecting an answer.

â€œIt just tells me about your character, you know, if youâ€™ve been the promiscuous type, or if youâ€™ve stayed at home alone, waiting for that one special person,â€ Chris replied.

Matt shook his head again, then smiled. â€œYouâ€™re answering this one first. How many guys have you slept with?â€

Chris leaned back in her chair. â€œLetâ€™s just say more than I should have.â€

â€œI donâ€™t think thatâ€™s a clear enough answer,â€ Matt teased.

â€œOkay, more than ten and less than fifty,â€ Chris teased back.

â€œOkay, thatâ€™s a little less vague.â€ He smiled and continued, â€œI guess Iâ€™m more inexperienced, Iâ€™ll say less than ten.â€

Lynn laughed. â€œYou should say less than five!â€

â€œOkay, Miss Smarty Pants, you answer the question!â€ he snapped.

â€œIâ€™d have to stick with the â€˜more than ten, less than fiftyâ€™ answer,â€ Lynn replied.

â€œHa! Maybe in the last six months!â€ Matt exclaimed.

Lynn looked at Chris. â€œHeâ€™s exaggerating just a little!â€ She explained, â€œHeâ€™s just jealous because he doesnâ€™t get it as often as I do.â€

Feeling a little hot under the collar, Matt said sarcastically, â€œWhy should I? Iâ€™m not the one trying to break Susanâ€™s record!â€

Lynn glared at Matt. â€œYou know, you can be a real bastard sometimes.â€ Lynn felt the tears welling up in her eyes and quickly excused herself. â€œI believe thatâ€™s my cue to leave,â€ she said as she turned away and rushed into the house.

Chris looked at Matt. This was another conversation that she did not understand. She had seen the tears in Lynnâ€™s eyes. â€œWhatâ€¦ ?â€

Matt put his head in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair as his face reddened. â€œShit!â€ he exclaimed. â€œHereâ€™s one of my flaws. I take things too far, I just donâ€™t know when to stop.â€ He looked up at Chris, then looked through the glass door, just as they heard the front door slam. The sound made Matt wince; he stood up, walked over to the railing, and leaned on it as if for support.

â€œMatt, what wasâ€¦ whoâ€™s Susan?â€ Chris asked.

â€œSomeone that hurt Lynn really bad.â€

â€œWhat happened?â€

â€œIâ€™m sorry, I donâ€™t think that itâ€™s my place to tell you. You can ask Lynn sometime.â€ Mattâ€™s expression softened. â€œAll I can tell you is that a broken heart must be the worst thing to carry around with you, day after day.â€ He sat down across the table from Chris and began, â€œMy last serious boyfriend dumped me after a couple of months, and I thought that I was going to die at the time, but I eventually got over it,â€ Matt shook his head and ran his lingers through his hair again before continuing, â€œBut I donâ€™t know if Lynn will ever allow herself to really feel anything again.â€ He stopped and looked into Chrisâ€™s eyes. â€œYou know, she has all of these one-night stands, just so that she can leave it behind in the morning. I mean sheâ€™s honest with the women, she never leads them on. She just walks away in the morning.â€ After a moment he asked, â€œWould you like to hear my diagnosis?â€

â€œOh, please,â€ Chris said sarcastically, as if she had a choice.

â€œI think Lynn thinks that the breakup was her fault. That she couldnâ€™t keep Susan satisfied, and therefore drove her to promiscuity.â€ Matt paused and then continued, â€œIn some way I think that Lynn is sleeping around to make up for that.â€

Chris looked confused. â€œHow so?â€

â€œYou know, trying to satisfy other women because she couldnâ€™t keep Susan satisfied.â€

Chris shrugged, not wanting to make a quick judgment without all the details.

Matt began again, â€œOr, itâ€™s like I stupidly said before, Lynn is just trying to get even with Susan by sleeping with more women.â€ Then finally stopping, he admitted, â€œI donâ€™t know, Iâ€™m just a mechanic!â€

They sat in silence for some time. Chris had never been hurt like that. She thought back over her relationships. She had never really cared that deeply about any of the men that she had been with. The truth was, she hadnâ€™t really cared for them at all. She had seen the tears in Lynnâ€™s eyes. Lynnâ€™s tough exterior hadnâ€™t shown any of the pain before, yet the mere mention of Susanâ€™s name had sent her spinning. What would it be like to be that devastated over someone?

Matt broke the silence. â€œWell, I guess we need to clean up the dishes.â€ He stood and started collecting the plates. â€œWould the future Mrs. Matt McKinley like to rinse or load the dishwasher?â€

â€œOh, I see the honeymoon is over already!â€ Chris tried to lighten the mood. â€œIâ€™ll rinse.â€

Matt and Chris rinsed the dishes, loaded the dishwasher, and cleaned the counters. When all was finished, Matt looked at the time. â€œYou know, I could really use a drink, and Lynn should be at the bar by now. Would you mind dropping by there so that I can apologize? I feel like a real jerk.â€

â€œI could really use a drink too. By tomorrow at this time Iâ€™ll officially be engaged, you know.â€

â€œDid you bring a change of clothes so that you can spend the night tonight, like we discussed on the phone today? I just think it will be a lot easier than you having to get home late tonight and then having to get up early in the morning just to drive back.â€

â€œYeah, my stuff is in my car, or rather, your car.â€ Chris smiled.

Entering the bar, Chris could see that Matt had told the truth, a lot of people came out on Thursday nights. The music was loud, and the voices straining to rise above it were even louder.

â€œYou might want to grab onto my hand, I wouldnâ€™t want you to get lost in this crowd,â€ Matt shouted to Chris.

Chris agreed and latched onto his hand, which pulled her through the wall-to-wall bodies, mostly women, to the bar, where he screamed out his order. The bartender nodded and came back with two beers and shook her head when he offered her money. Matt grabbed the bottles and said something to the bartender that made her laugh.

â€œThey never let me pay for drinks, they always get put on Lynnâ€™s tab. I told her that I didnâ€™t know if I liked being a kept man!â€ Matt laughed.

He grabbed Chrisâ€™s hand again and led her through to the seating area. â€œLucidly not too many people actually like to sit down.â€ He motioned for her to have a seat. â€œIâ€™ll be right back. Donâ€™t pick up any women while Iâ€™m gone!â€ he kidded.

Matt headed through the dancing crowd to the front of the stage. He reached up and pulled on the bottom of Lynnâ€™s jeans. Lynn looked down and showed surprise that Matt was there. She waited until her vocal was finished, then leaned down while Matt yelled in her ear. She signaled for him to wait a minute by raising her index finger, and sang a few more fines into the microphone before ending the song. Turning, she motioned for the band to take five, jumped down from the stage, and followed Matt to the side of the stage. Chris watched as Matt held Lynnâ€™s hands in his, looked Lynn in the eyes, and apologized. She couldnâ€™t see what was said exactly, by Matt, or by Lynn who responded to his apology, but she knew when the two embraced that all was forgiven. Lynn wiped her eyes and Chris knew when Matt led her to what must have been the dressing room, off the side of the stage, that Lynn was still in pain.

Matt exited the dressing room and called one of the band members to the side of the stage. The woman listened to Matt, nodded, and instructed the band to start playing. Matt walked back toward the table as this woman, obviously the other vocalist, began singing.

â€œSheâ€™ll be okay in a minute,â€ he said as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

â€œYou werenâ€™t kidding when you said this place was busy on Thursday nights. If itâ€™s this packed tonight, what does it look like on Friday and Saturday nights?â€ Chris asked.

â€œNot too much more crowded than this, there wouldnâ€™t be room! This is the only gay bar in this area. Thereâ€™s another bar down the highway, but itâ€™s mostly men. I donâ€™t really like it, too much of a meat market for me. I donâ€™t really like meeting men in bars.â€

Just then, Chris saw a nice-looking man approaching their table. He placed his hand on Mattâ€™s shoulder and said something in his ear. Matt leaned over to Chris. â€œDo you mind if I dance with him?â€

Chris smiled. â€œI thought that you didnâ€™t like meeting men in bars?â€

â€œTrue, but thereâ€™s nothing wrong with an innocent dance, right?â€ Matt answered.

She nodded. â€œNo problem, Iâ€™ll be fine,â€ then watched as the man led Matt to the dance floor.

Chris found herself looking around. It was hard to believe that all these women, very attractive women, were gay. A chair slid out and Chris turned to find a woman sitting beside her.

â€œHi, youâ€™re new around here, arenâ€™t you?â€ she asked Chris, placing her arm around the back of Chrisâ€™s chair.

â€œUmmâ€¦ Iâ€™mâ€¦â€ Chris didnâ€™t know quite what to say. Just then, another woman came around the back of their chairs and scooted the occupied chair beside Chris away from the table. The woman was like an amazon, muscles rippling from every exposed area on her body.

The woman spoke to the seated woman. â€œLater, Trish,â€ was all she had to say. The seated woman stood, looked at Chris, shrugged, and walked away.

â€œHi, Iâ€™m Samantha. My friends call me Sam,â€ she said as she extended her hand to Chris.

Chris shook it and replied, â€œLook, Iâ€™m just here with a friendâ€¦â€

Sam smiled. â€œI know, Lynn told me to keep you company while Matt was away from the table. Chris, right?â€

Chris looked up toward the stage at Lynn and met Lynnâ€™s eyes. Lynn saluted her with her beer bottle. Chris picked up her bottle, smiled, and saluted back. Then realizing that she had ignored the question posed to her, she responded, â€œRight. Nice to meet you. That was nice of Lynn.â€

â€œYeah, sheâ€™s great. You must be pretty great too, to be helping Matt out like this,â€ Sam said, and seeing the worried look on Chrisâ€™s face, continued, â€œDonâ€™t worry, I wonâ€™t let the secret out, Iâ€™m trustworthy.â€ Sam put her hand on her forehead as if to salute Chris, then smiled and looked at the stage.

Chrisâ€™s eyes wandered back up to the stage area and watched as Lynn and the other vocalist shared a microphone. The two looked cozy, Chris thought to herself. The other vocalist turned with her back to Lynn and started playing a guitar riff. Lynn stepped behind her and molding their bodies, the two moved together, very seductively. Chris turned away. For some reason this really bothered her.

â€œWhoâ€™s that?â€ Chris asked Sam, nodding with her chin toward the action taking place on the stage.

Sam smiled. â€œThatâ€™s Nikki.â€

Chris tried to look unconcerned. â€œDo they have a thing going or something?â€

Sam, still watching the stage, replied, â€œNo way, thatâ€™s just an act. They get carried away up there. Lynn wonâ€™t have anything to do with her offstage. Nikki is â€˜bi.â€™ Lynn wonâ€™t have anything to do with that.â€

Chris nodded. It sure seemed real.

The song ended and Matt found his way back to the table.

â€œHey, Sam. You better watch out, youâ€™re starting to look more buff than me!â€ Matt smiled and curled his arm to show his bicep. Laughing, he poked at his arm with his finger. â€œI know itâ€™s here somewhere!â€

â€œThatâ€™s okay, Matt.â€ Samâ€™s eyes were occupied on something over his shoulder. â€œI donâ€™t think it bothers that guy over there, you know, the one you were dancing with.â€

Matt turned around to catch the man looking his way, then swiftly turned back toward the women with embarrassment.

â€œWhatâ€™s his name?â€ Chris teased.

â€œYeah, and did you get his phone number?â€ Sam joined in.

â€œHis name is Paul,â€ Matt gushed. â€œAnd he took my phone number!â€

The three spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, broken only by the band breaks when Lynn joined them. At midnight, Matt and Chris said good-bye to Sam and found their way home.

Lynn unlocked the door, trying to be quiet. She looked at her watch: two a.m. Walking into the living room, she wondered if she should try and sleep for a couple of hours, or just find a good movie to watch before leaving for the restaurant. Through the dim light, she saw a bundle on the couch. On closer look, she realized it was Chris, snuggled up in a blanket. I canâ€™t believe that Matt is having her sleep on the couch, she thought to herself, he couldnâ€™t give up his bed? Shaking her head, Lynn tiptoed down the hall, into her room, turned on the bedside lamp, and changed the sheets on her bed. â€œChris needs a good nightâ€™s sleep tonight of all nights,â€ she caught herself saying out loud. She knew that tomorrow would be a very stressful day for Chris. Lynn grabbed some clothes, then went back into the living room and gently shook Chrisâ€™s arm.

â€œChris,â€ she said softly â€œChris.â€

Chris slowly opened her eyes. â€œIs it morning already?â€ she asked.

â€œNo, come on, youâ€™re going to sleep in my bed.â€

Chris looked at Lynn with a hint of confusion.

â€œCome on, you need a good nightâ€™s sleep. I changed the sheets on my bed. Iâ€™ll sleep on the couch.â€ Lynn helped Chris up from her crumpled position and led her down the hall. Chris climbed between the sheets and rested her head on the pillow.

â€œThanks,â€ Chris whispered before closing her eyes and immediately falling back asleep.

Lynn stood there for a moment, watching Chrisâ€™s steady breathing. Then for some reason, before she could catch herself, she leaned over and softly kissed Chrisâ€™s forehead. Realizing what she had done, she quickly backed away. Watching to see if she had woken Chris, she felt her heart melt as Chris sighed and faintly smiled in her sleep.

For a moment, Lynn thought Chris reminded her of a young child. But as she gazed further, down to the firm breasts barely contained in the white cloth, then to the tan legs curled up in such a way to be daring Lynn to feel the smoothness of the skin, her lower extremities reminded her that Chris was indeed a woman.

Lynn tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door. Coffee, she needed coffee, and another cold shower. She wandered into the kitchen and started the coffeemaker. Picking up her clothes, she quietly entered the guest bathroom and shut the door. She peeled off her sweaty clothes and turned the shower faucet on. Letting the cool water run on her head and down her body, she examined the feelings going on inside of her. What exactly was she feeling for Chris? And more importantly, how could she push it away? She pictured Chrisâ€™s faint smile just moments ago. Once again, she repeated to herselfâ€”sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight,

Lynnâ€™ turned off the shower, dried off, and got dressed. Returning to the kitchen, she poured herself a mug of coffee and wandered back into the living room where she plopped down on the couch. She could still smell Chrisâ€™s perfume in the air. She flipped on the television and searched through the channels. Sipping on her coffee, she settled on a Mary Tyler Moore marathon on TV Land. At five oâ€™clock, and a pot of coffee later, she headed out the door to the restaurant. She was exhausted, andâ€”after smelling Chrisâ€™s perfume for the past few hoursâ€”frustrated.

Chapter Seven

â€œChris, are you awake?â€ Mattâ€™s voice boomed through the bedroom door. â€œI thought maybe we could grab some breakfast before we started out on our adventure.â€ Chris rolled over, not quite remembering how she had gotten into Lynnâ€™s bed. Focusing, she remembered being woken up on the couch, climbing in between the cool sheets, Lynnâ€™s soft voice in the dark. And then she saw them. There on the bedside table sat a vase full of daisies. Chris smiled.

Realizing that she hadnâ€™t answered Mattâ€™s question, she quickly replied, â€œSure, give me a half an hour to shower and dress. Iâ€™m starving!â€

A half an hour later, Chris emerged from the bedroom, wearing a pair of white shorts and a lavender sleeveless shirt.

â€œDo I look all right? I wasnâ€™t sure what you wanted me to wear,â€ Chris said to Matt, who was pacing in the living room.

â€œYou look great. Everything is going to be just fine, donâ€™t you think?â€ Matt asked for reassurance.

â€œYes, I think everything is going to be fine. I really am going to try my best, Matt.â€

â€œI know you will. Iâ€™m just really worried about making a mistake.â€

Chris grabbed her purse and opened the door. â€œWell, maybe youâ€™ll feel better with a full stomach.â€

Matt followed her out the door and walked to the driverâ€™s-side door.

â€œUh-hum.â€ Chris cleared her throat. â€œIf weâ€™re going to make this real, youâ€™d better be opening my car door!â€

Matt rushed over to the passenger-side door, unlocked it, and opened it for Chris. â€œSee, I think we needed more timeâ€¦â€

Chris smiled and slid in so that she was seated in the middle of the seat, where a woman would sit if driving with her boyfriend. â€œIâ€™ll try and remind you of the little things, now get in!â€

Matt walked around to his door and slid behind the wheel. He started the ignition, put the car into drive, and slowly pushed against the gas pedal. â€œHere we go!â€ he said, trying to sound calm, while his stomach did flip-flops all the way down the road.

Matt and Chris walked into the diner and sat down at a booth.

â€œWell, good morning!â€ Chris looked up from the menu to find Lynnâ€™s smile.

â€œGood? I donâ€™t know about good, I mean this could be the beginning of the endâ€¦â€ Matt started.

Lynn looked at Matt and then over at Chris. â€œI can see that heâ€™s a little nervous. Want coffee?â€

â€œA little nervous? Quite an understatement!â€ Chris laughed. â€œYes, coffee please, and definitely decaf for Matt. Heâ€™s driving me crazy already!â€

â€œI only have decaf to offer, I already drank all the heavy stuff trying to keep my eyelids open!â€ Lynn laughed and walked behind the counter.

â€œBy the way, thanks for the daisies, they really calmed my nerves this morning,â€ Chris said to Matt.

Matt looked confused. â€œDaisies?â€

Chris examined Mateâ€™s face. â€œNever mind,â€ she mumbled, realizing that he wasnâ€™t the one who had left the daisies for her. It must have been Lynn. That was really sweet, she thought.

Chris began examining the menu again, just to be interrupted for the second time.

â€œHey, you two donâ€™t look like youâ€™re in love!â€ commented another waitress standing in front of their table.

â€œHey, Betty. I guess Lynn clued you in on this little charade, huh?â€ Matt answered.

â€œYeah, she was afraid that youâ€™d come in with your parents and Iâ€™d say something inappropriate about you being with a woman and all.â€ Betty then smiled, blew a tiny bubble with her gum, and pulled it back into her mouth. â€œReally though, you guys need to be sitting closer, holding hands or something, or youâ€™ll never fool your folks.â€

â€œThanks Betty, good advice,â€ Matt said politely.

â€œYeah, it is good advice,â€ Lynn said as she slipped in with the coffeepot and poured the two cups of coffee. â€œYou didnâ€™t really practice any of that.â€

â€œAre you trying to make me more nervous, because youâ€™re doing a good job at it,â€ Matt said sarcastically while placing his menu on the table.

â€œSorry. What do you guys want? The regular, Matt?â€

Matt nodded his head and turned to Chris. â€œEverything is great here. What do you want, eggs?â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œHavenâ€™t you listened to a word sheâ€™s said? She doesnâ€™t like eggs. How about some waffles?â€

â€œThat sounds good, and some bacon, well done, please,â€ Chris answered, feeling uneasy about treating Lynn as a waitress.

Lynn returned in a few minutes with their breakfasts.

â€œGod, Iâ€™m glad youâ€™re back. I was tired of watching Matt roll up pieces of his napkin into little balls!â€ Chris said.

â€œJust one of his little quirky habits that made you fall in love with him, huh?â€ Lynn chuckled. Matt rolled his eyes and took his first bite.

â€œYou mind if I take a break with you guys?â€ Lynn asked as she slid in beside Matt with her cup of coffee.

â€œNot at all. Thanks for the bed last night, I really slept well.â€

Lynn turned to Matt and slapped his arm. â€œI canâ€™t believe that you didnâ€™t offer her your bed! I donâ€™t know if Iâ€™d marry this man!â€ She smiled at Chris.

â€œWell, we know that you wouldnâ€™t marry this man,â€ Chris said sarcastically, â€œor any man for that matter!â€

Matt laughed. Lynn was taken aback, and then smiled. She was glad that Chris was finally feeling comfortable enough to tease back.

â€œHey, Lynn! Whereâ€™s our food?â€ a man yelled from another table.

Lynn turned to look for the voice, then yelled, â€œHold your shorts, Andy, Bettyâ€™s getting your food!â€ After searching the diner and not finding Betty, she stood. â€œIâ€™ll be back in a minute.â€

Lynn walked over to the counter, retrieved the plates of food, and sauntered over to the men. â€œYou boys owe me one!â€ she kidded. The men chuckled and Andy reached over to pinch Lynnâ€™s butt. â€œYeah, Iâ€™ll give you one!â€

Lynn swiftly took the manâ€™s wrist and bent it backward, bringing Andy halfway off his chair. â€œDo I need to teach you a lesson about manners again, Andy?â€ she said with a serious look on her face.

â€œNo, maâ€™am,â€ Andy said, wincing with pain.

Lynn released her grip, smiled, and tousled the manâ€™s hair. â€œI didnâ€™t think so,â€ she said as she walked away from the table, leaving his buddies laughing.

Chris watched in amazement, then smiled when Lynn caught her gaze. â€œRemind me that I donâ€™t ever want to be on your bad side!â€ Chris laughed.

â€œThey just caught me on a bad day is all. I have no patience for little boys today,â€ Lynn replied.

She slid back into the booth beside Matt. â€œAnything else I can get you guys?â€

â€œYeah, more coffee,â€ Matt complained.

â€œSorry! I wouldnâ€™t want to lose my extraordinary tip!â€ Lynn rolled her eyes, walked over, grabbed the coffeepot, and filled their cups. â€œI canâ€™t wait to fall into bed, or rather on top of the bed, since it seems like Matt, the gentleman that he is, isnâ€™t going to offer you his bed. You are going to stay at the house, arenâ€™t you?â€

Matt looked at Chris. â€œYou know, it probably wouldnâ€™t be a bad idea for you to stay the whole week, that is, if you donâ€™t mind.â€

Chris shrugged. â€œIâ€™ll have to pick up a few more things from my apartment, and you guys will have to remember that I have to study.â€

â€œYes, dear,â€ the two said in unison and then made motions like they were crossing their hearts.

Several customers walked in the door of the diner. â€œLooks like itâ€™s back to work!â€ Lynn stopped and looked into Mattâ€™s eyes. â€œYouâ€™re going to do fine, I really believe that. And if you donâ€™t, and your parents disown you, which I seriously doubt, just remember, you will always be a part of my family.â€ Then she was off to seat the customers.

Since Matt was obviously not in the mood for conversation, Chris found herself observing Lynn as she finished her breakfast. She sure was putting on a good act for being so tired, laughing and joking with the three women at the next table. Of course, they were nice-looking women, she may be flirting, Chris thought to herself Chrisâ€™s suspicions were confirmed when the women left.

Lynn rushed past Matt and Chrisâ€™s table. â€œHmmm, a phone number left on a napkin, what in the world could that mean?â€ she teased and pocketed the piece of paper.

Chris felt a twinge. Could it be jealousy? No, she was sure it was just nervousness. Earlier this week it had been stress, now it was nervousness, she convinced herself.

â€œYou ready to go? We should probably head on over to the airport,â€ Matt moaned as if going to face a firing squad.

Chris slid out of the booth, stepped over to Matt, and offered her hand as he slid out â€œCome on, relax, this is going to be fun!â€

Matt took her hand in his, waved good-bye to Lynn, and the two made their way to the door.

â€œNow thatâ€™s more like it! Now it looks like you at least like each other!â€ Betty called across the restaurant, â€œGood luck, sweetie!â€

Matt smiled at Betty, opened the door for Chris, and followed her out the door. They were on their way.

â€œYouâ€™d never know Lynn was tired, huh?â€ Chris said, trying to break the unbearable tension within the vehicle.

â€œYeah, Lynnâ€™s never too tired to flirt!â€ Matt smiled.

â€œWell, it looks like it paid off. How did she even know any of those women were gay? They didnâ€™t look gay to me.â€

â€œThatâ€™s why they call it â€˜gaydarâ€™!â€ Matt laughed.

â€œI mean, I guess not many of the women in the bar looked gay to me either. I just canâ€™t believe how crowded it was last night!â€

Matt nodded as he weaved in and out of traffic.

â€œSo, how many of those women at the bar do you think that Lynn has been with?â€

Matt chuckled again. â€œGod only knows! I donâ€™t know if Lynn even knows!â€

Matt steered the car into the parking space at the airport and pushed the gearshift into park. Then he just sat there, silent. Chris slid out and walked around to the driverâ€™s side and opened the door. Matt turned toward her, his face white with worry. As he climbed out of the car, Chris took his hand. â€œMatt, take a deep breath. Anytime you feel a panic attack coming on, just squeeze my hand. Iâ€™ll be right here.â€

They walked into the airport and strolled to the arrival gate. Matt squeezed her hand. â€œYour hand feels strange, so tiny and soft. Iâ€™m used to feeling a strong, masculine hand in mine.â€ He took her other hand and looked into her eyes. â€œI donâ€™t know if Iâ€™ve told you lately how much I appreciate this. Thank you.â€ Chris smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

â€œOkay you two, no making out in the airport!â€ the loud voice called from the gate. It came from a distinguished-looking man, his arm around an elegant-looking woman. Chris, realizing that these must be Mattâ€™s parents, squeezed the hand that was shaking in hers.

â€œOh, Charles, this must be her!â€ the woman cried as she hugged Chris tightly. Then, realizing that she had ignored her son, she gave him a hug. She stepped back to take a look at the pair.

â€œSon,â€ Charles said sternly, and offered his hand for his son to shake. Turning, he offered his hand to Chris. â€œAnd you must beâ€¦â€

â€œMom, Dad, this is Chris. Chris Newman.â€

â€œChris.â€ Charles shook Chrisâ€™s hand.

â€œMr, and Mrs. McKinley, itâ€™s nice to finally meet you. Iâ€™ve heard so much about you.â€

â€œHoney, call us Charles and Marie,â€ Marie warmly suggested.

Chris nodded in agreement, then turned to Matt. â€œHoney, why donâ€™t we go locate their luggage?â€

â€œMarie, why donâ€™t you go with them to get our luggage. Iâ€™ll pick up the rental car and meet you out front,â€ Charles said as he walked away.

â€œOkay, lead the way!â€ Marie said as she turned to Matt. Wedging her way between the two, Marie put her arms around both, and followed their lead. â€œOh honey, you donâ€™t know how long weâ€™ve been waiting for this day! Mattâ€™s our only child you know! Weâ€™ve felt so lucky to have him!â€

Chris looked over at Matt and smiled. â€œWell, I feel pretty lucky to have him, too!â€

The three stood waiting for the luggage to come down the ramp. Matt grabbed both bags and led them out to the loading area. Charles was just arriving with the rental car, a Mercedes. He popped the trunk and Matt lifted the baggage into the compartment.

â€œYou want to follow us over to the hotel? We can grab some lunch and then Iâ€™m afraid these old bones need a nap,â€ Charles said as he opened the door for Marie, who slid into the passenger seat.

â€œOh yes, my tummyâ€™s rumbling! Can you imagine that they only gave us a sweet roll on the plane?â€ Marie complained.

Matt agreed to follow them to the hotel, then put his arm around Chris and led her toward their parking area.

â€œGod, I donâ€™t think I can eat again!â€ Chris remarked.

â€œSorry, I guess I didnâ€™t think things through very well,â€ Matt answered.

â€œOh well, now that Iâ€™ve caught my man, I donâ€™t need to worry about my girlish figure!â€ Chris said, trying to lighten the mood. It worked: Matt smiled.

Matt followed the rental car to the hotel, where the valet parked both cars. The three wandered around the lobby while Charles checked in.

â€œJust send our bags up to the room, weâ€™re going to grab a bite to eat,â€ Charles instructed the desk clerk.

The two couples were seated on the patio, overlooking the ocean. Marie, with her hand settled on her chin, stared out over the water. â€œI know why you canâ€™t bear to leave here, Matthew, itâ€™s just so beautiful!â€ Then, turning, she asked, â€œHave you lived here all your life, Chris?â€

â€œActually, Iâ€™ve lived many places. Before my parents died, my dad was in the military, so we moved around a lot,â€ Chris answered.

â€œA military brat, huh?â€ Charles chuckled. â€œWe have a lot in common, young lady. I too was the product of the military system.â€

â€œThatâ€™s what Matt has told me.â€ Chris reached for her glass of water, took a sip, and continued, â€œWhat made you decide not to follow in your fatherâ€™s footsteps, into the army, that is?â€

Matt smiled. Chris had led his dad into a conversation that could take up the rest of the afternoon. Which it did, through their lunch, through dessert, through what seemed like the tenth cup of coffee they had had today.

At a break in the conversation, Charles looked at his watch. â€œWell, I think itâ€™s time for that nap. Are we going to the club for dinner?â€

â€œYou bet, I already made reservations!â€ Matt replied.

â€œLynnâ€™s coming too, I hope. Itâ€™s been ages since weâ€™ve seen her!â€ Marie said.

â€œSure, I know sheâ€™d love to join us,â€ Matt answered as the two couples separated in the lobby. â€œMeet you there at seven oâ€™clock?â€

â€œSee you then, honey. Good-bye, Chris!â€ Marie called back.

â€œI didnâ€™t know Lynn was joining us tonight,â€ Chris said as they waited for the valet to bring around their car.

â€œYeah, she doesnâ€™t either,â€ Matt replied.

Matt and Chris arrived back at the house after stopping by Chrisâ€™s apartment. When they walked in, Lynn was flipping through the television channels.

â€œHey, we thought youâ€™d be passed out by now!â€ Matt joked.

Lynn looked exasperated. â€œIâ€™m exhausted, I have a splitting headache, and I canâ€™t seem to go to sleep!â€ She paused. â€œBut enough about me, howâ€™d it go?â€

â€œIt actually went pretty good, thanks to Chris. She started dad talking about why he didnâ€™t go into the military,â€ Matt answered.

Chris bowed and smiled. â€œHis parents are really nice people. Frankly, I donâ€™t know what you were so nervous about.â€

â€œBy the way, Lynn, my parents requested your presence at dinner tonight,â€ Matt said, then bit his lip, afraid of her answer.

â€œMatt! I would, I really would, but, were you listening about, what, one minute ago when I said â€˜Iâ€™m exhausted, I have a splitting headache, and I canâ€™t seem to go to sleepâ€™? Plus, I have to play a hill night inâ€â€”she looked at her watchâ€”â€six hours?â€

â€œSeven hours, itâ€™s Friday night. Come on Lynn, please?â€ he whined.

â€œHey, I bet youâ€™re just really tight, let me give you a massage!â€ Chris offered.

â€œA massage?â€ Lynn remarked. Just what I need, your hands all over my body, like that would make me relax, she thought.

â€œI bet I can help you go to sleep. You know, a big part of physical therapy is massaging. I have great hands!â€ Chris pleaded.

â€œYou have great hands?â€ Lynn smiled, looked at Matt, and winked.

â€œYou could at least try it.â€ Matt ignored the suggestive wink.

Against her better judgment, Lynn agreed.

â€œCome on, you can lie down on the bed,â€ Chris suggested. She started down the hall. Lynn followed her reluctantly and lay facedown on the bed.

â€œOkay, just relax,â€ Chris said softly as she began rubbing Lynnâ€™s back. â€œYou know, this isnâ€™t going to work,â€ she said as she got up and closed the door. â€œYou need to take your shirt off. I canâ€™t do it through this material.â€

Lynn cringed. First she wants to rub all over my body, now she wants to do it with my clothes off. She added, I feel another cold shower coming on. Nevertheless, Lynn pulled her top off to reveal her bare skin. She was glad that she had already taken a shower.

Chris watched as Lynn pulled off her top and felt that sharp twinge again. Ignoring the feeling, she placed her hands on Lynnâ€™s bare back. She began softly pushing her thumbs into Lynnâ€™s back muscles. Lynn let out a moan, which made her smile. Chris felt like she was getting warm as she slowly let her fingers massage the firm muscles. Climbing off the bed, she turned on the fan in the corner of the room and positioned herself to begin again. Chris watched as small goose bumps rose from Lynnâ€™s tanned skin. The fan might be cooling Lynn, but it was doing nothing to relieve the heat Chris was feeling.

Lynn felt Chrisâ€™s fingers against her bare skin, pushing, massaging, kneading her skin, Chrisâ€™s fingers were on her back, but she felt them through every inch of her body. She had been glad when Chris turned on the fan, but now the cool air assisted in Chrisâ€™s touch, sending even stronger sensations through her. She was trying to remain calm. Pretend its someone eke, pretend itâ€™s a mail-, she tried to convince herself. Little did she know that all the heat in the room was radiating not only from her body but from Chrisâ€™s body, too.

Chris didnâ€™t know how much longer she could stand it. She was feeling hot, weak, and lightheaded. She could feel herself pulsating below. She tried to recover from the feeling by massaging up and down Lynnâ€™s arms, but then found herself kneading the skin on the tan legs. She felt possessed, like someone else had taken over her hands. She massaged farther and farther up the long legs, onto Lynnâ€™s buttocks. She had to stop. She had to stop now. The feeling was so unprofessional. She had done a lot of massages, but none made her feel like this. She pulled her hands away and watched as Lynnâ€™s back raised and lowered with her steady breathing. Great, sheâ€™s asleep, and Iâ€™mâ€”could it beâ€”turned on? Damn! She tiptoed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Looking in the mirror, she searched the image to see if it was still the same reflection that had always stared back at her. She ran her hands over her face, down her neck, and over her breasts. She still looked the same, so what had changed?

Lynn felt the heat of Chrisâ€™s hands as they roamed over her body. This didnâ€™t feel like an ordinary massage; it seemed that Chris was putting much more into it. She probably just didnâ€™t want to go out to dinner alone with Matt and his parents tonight. Lynn tried to disguise her heavy breathing as Chris made her way up her legs and kneaded her buttocks. It did feel good, but also badâ€¦ oh, so bad. Lynn ended up drifting off to sleep, repeating to herselfâ€” sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight.

Lynn opened her eyes and slowly sat up. She did feel much better. Getting up, she pulled on her shirt as she wandered down the hall. Matt was relaxing on the couch watching some sci-fi movie.

â€œWhereâ€™s Chris?â€ she asked, still rubbing her eyes.

â€œRight after you went to sleep, she went out for a run. I havenâ€™t seen her since,â€ Matt answered.

Lynn looked at the clock; it was five-thirty. â€œWasnâ€™t that like, two hours ago? And you havenâ€™t worried about her?â€ she accused as she headed over to the sliding glass door leading out onto the deck.

â€œSheâ€™s a big girl,â€ Matt replied, not moving a muscle.

Lynn slid open the door and stuck her head outside. There was Chris, sitting on the steps of the deck.

â€œNever mind, sheâ€™s right here!â€ she called to Matt as she stepped out onto the wood. Crouching down, she reached out her hand to brush the hair away from Chrisâ€™s face. â€œHey, you okay?â€

Chris looked down, then out to the waves crashing against the shore. â€œSure, it was just so nice and peaceful out here.â€ She looked at Lynn. â€œHow are you feeling?â€

â€œBetter,â€ Lynn answered, then added sarcastically, â€œNow I guess I have to go with you guys.â€

â€œSorry.â€ Chris chuckled at the hint of sarcasm. â€œWhat time is it?â€

â€œFive-thirty. You need to start getting ready?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œNo, you can go ahead, it only takes me about half an hour,â€ she replied, again looking out at the water. â€œIâ€™m enjoying myself out here.â€

â€œAre you sure youâ€™re okay?â€ Lynn prodded. â€œDid Matt do something?â€

â€œNo. Honest. Iâ€™ll come inside in a few minutes,â€ Chris answered and watched as Lynn stood, slid the glass door to one side, and then closed it behind her. How could she tell her that Matt wasnâ€™t the one that she was bothered with? How could she tell her that she was having feelings that she didnâ€™t understand? Chris let out a deep sigh and watched as the seagulls pranced around the sand. How easy their lives must be. Finally, she stood, brushed the sand off of her clothes, and went inside to prepare for the evening ahead.

The three drove up to the club, Matt and Chris in one vehicle, Lynn in another. The valets took their keys. Matt and Lynn looked at each other and chuckled as they were walking through the very ornate club doors. It always amused them the way the valets reacted about having to park their cars. The valets were used to the BMWs and Mercedes, and almost acted insulted when the two drove up in their beat-up old vehicles.

Before they had left, the three had discussed separating upon arrival. The women would pretend to use the facilities as Matt went on to the table. This way, Matt could have the little discussion with his parents about downplaying the wedding plans.

Matt stopped at the entrance to the restaurant, trying to locate the table where his parents were seated. Marie stood and waved politely. Matt walked through the maze and approached their table.

â€œWhereâ€™s Chris and Lynn?â€ Marie asked, looking over Mattâ€™s shoulder for their whereabouts.

â€œThey needed to use the restroom, and I thought this would be a good time for us to discuss something.â€ Matt pulled out a chair, sat, and began as his parents listened attentively. â€œPlease donâ€™t mention setting a wedding date to Chris. Weâ€™ve discussed it and sheâ€™d like to wait to set a date until after sheâ€™s through with school.â€

â€œWhen will that be?â€ Charles asked.

â€œWell, itâ€™s complicated. Thereâ€™s her bachelorâ€™s degree and then some postgraduate work that has to be completed. Iâ€™m really not too sure. The important part is that there will be a wedding. Itâ€™s just that it might be a little down the road.â€ Matt tried not to sound nervous.

â€œYes, that is the important thing, butâ€”â€ Marie started.

â€œMom, that is the important thing. Sheâ€™s got a lot on her mind right now, a lot of stress with school and all. Just please donâ€™t mention anything about the wedding date, or the wedding plans, for that matter,â€ Matt pleaded.

â€œWell, we hadnâ€™t said anything about the wedding since we hadnâ€™t seen an engagement ringâ€”â€ Marie started again.

Matt interrupted, â€œJust another stress that I didnâ€™t want to put her through right now. Iâ€™m just so happy that she said that sheâ€™d marry me, the ring will come later, when she decides sheâ€™s ready.â€

â€œWell, I agree with her,â€ Charles stated. â€œSheâ€™s a smart girl and thereâ€™s plenty of time for the other things after her career falls into place. If Iâ€™d had waited a little longer before your mother and I got marriedâ€”â€

Now Marie interrupted. â€œIf we had waited any longer, I would have married someone else, Charles.â€

That announcement brought a round of silence at the table. Marie finally broke the stillness, â€œWeâ€™ll do whatever you want, Matty, frankly, Iâ€™m just glad to see that you found someone.â€ Marie looked over Mattâ€™s shoulder. â€œAnd here she is now!â€

The seated family rose from their chairs, the parents making their way to Chris and then Lynn.

â€œHello again,â€ Marie said to Chris as they hugged. Turning to Lynn, she remarked, â€œLynn, so glad to see you again!â€ then hugged her.

Charles reviewed Lynn. â€œLynn, youâ€™re more beautiful than the last time I saw you. Looks like life is treating you well.â€

Lynn smiled. â€œI have no complaints,â€ she said, then paused as if she was rethinking her comment. â€œWell, not many anyway!â€

The five of them laughed and sat down, Matt taking Chrisâ€™s cue to pull her chair out for her. The waiter arrived at the table with a bottle in an ice bucket

â€œI hope you donâ€™t mind, I took the liberty of ordering champagne,â€ Charles said, motioning for the waiter to open the bottle and pour five glasses.

â€œSo, Lynn, what do you think of our Mattyâ€™s girl?â€ Charles asked while the waiter poured champagne all around. It was obviously a rhetorical question, as he cleared his throat, raised his glass, and announced to the table, â€œHereâ€™s to Matt and Chris! And to Lynn, may you find someone as special someday!â€

Lynn smiled and made eye contact with Chris. â€œI should be so lucky,â€ she said directly to her and then clinked her glass against all the others. Chris, caught off guard by the sincerity of the look in Lynnâ€™s eyes, clinked her glass a little too hard, spilling the liquid onto the linen tablecloth. Recovering quickly, she laughed. â€œI just canâ€™t seem to hold my liquor!â€

Minutes later the waiter returned to their table with a tray full of appetizers. â€œOh, I ordered some of those fabulous little quiches!â€ said Marie excitedly as she took the dish from the waiter and proceeded to pass them around.

â€œThose look delicious!â€ Chris said, taking an appetizer from the plate.

Lynn looked worriedly at Matt, who was unresponsive. Lynn leaned over and whispered into Mattâ€™s ear, â€œThose have crab in them!â€

Matt looked at Lynn, totally clueless. Lynn leaned over and whispered again, â€œChris is allergic to shellfish!â€

Matt caught Chrisâ€™s hand, just as Chris was about to take a bite of the appetizer. â€œHoney, I believe that contains crab in the mixture.â€ Then looking at his parents, he explained, â€œSheâ€™s allergic to shellfish, swells up like a balloon. Wouldnâ€™t want to spend your first night in town at the hospital, would we?â€ he joked.

Chris put the appetizer down immediately and gave a relieved look at Lynn. Iâ€™m glad she remembered, she thought. She was obviously paying more attention to details about Chrisâ€™s life than Matt was. Matt was just nervous, she tried to convince herself.

The group ordered and ate leisurely, enjoying the atmosphere and the music, although somewhat corny. A full orchestra playing â€œLove Shackâ€ was not Lynnâ€™s idea of music. A new song began.

â€œOh, I love this song,â€ Chris remarked. â€œIt reminds me of my parents.â€

Lynn looked at Matt, whose mind was obviously somewhere else. Lynn did what she had to doâ€”she elbowed him in the side. Matt flinched and was brought back to earth, then looked at Lynn curiously. Lynn mouthed the word â€œdanceâ€ and nodded to Chris. Matt took his cue.

â€œHoney, may I have this dance?â€ Matt asked Chris. Chris accepted and they made their way onto the dance floor.

â€œShall we follow his lead, Marie?â€ Charles stood and held out his hand to his wife. Marie stood and they floated away.

Lynn sat there watching, enjoying the way that Chris was obviously trying to get Matt to lighten up. Finally, Matt broke into a smile. Then she almost fell over in her seat as Chris kissed Matt lightly on the lips. Lynn knew that it was going to happen, should happen, to look natural to his parents, but she was clearly unprepared. She gulped down the rest of her drink and tried to fix on something else. It was no use, her eyes, like magnets, kept centering on the â€œhappy couple.â€

â€œExcuse me, are you alone? Would you like to dance?â€ asked a man, probably in his thirties, with slicked-back hair. Could this night get any worse, she asked herself. Just then, like a knight in shining armor, she heard Charlesâ€™s voice.

â€œIâ€™m sorry, young man, this enchanting young lady owes the rest of this dance to me.â€

Lynn smiled as she took Charlesâ€™s hand and mouthed â€œthank youâ€ to Marie who was seating herself. Marie smiled back and waved. Lynn and Charles finished the song out on the dance floor.

Chris tried to make Matt smile. She told the dirtiest joke she knew. That did it. Martâ€™s face cracked into a smile and he let out a laugh. â€œThatâ€™s what 1 like to see!â€ she said and reached up to kiss him lightly on the lips. Matt looked at her as if confused.

Chris answered his look. â€œKeep smiling, Iâ€™m just doing what your parents would expect, trying to look natural, you know, like two people in love?â€

His smile returned. â€œWhat would I do without you?â€ Matt noticed that Chris was looking away, toward Lynn, and at the man who had seated himself next to her. They watched as Martâ€™s father swooped in to save the day. Then, returning to their dance, they smiled at each other, both glad to see that Lynn had been rescued.

Chrisâ€™s eyes wandered back over to the other couple. She watched as Charles guided Lynn around the dance floor. Chris had been surprised at Lynnâ€™s attire that evening. The black slacks made Lynn appear even slimmer than usual. The cobalt-colored sweater that hung just off her tan shoulders and scooped down her back made Chris break out in a sweat. Charlesâ€™s hand was placed gently on Lynnâ€™s bare back. Chris remembered the soft skin under her fingertips and felt a tingle run through her body.

â€œHey, Earth to Chris. Where are you?â€ Matt woke her from her daydream.

Not able to tell him the truth, she chose a vague response. â€œNowhere really.â€ She was saved from further questions as the music stopped and Matt led her back to the table.

â€œThanks, Charles,â€ Lynn said as Charles pulled out her chair. â€œI am forever in your debt.â€

â€œNo, actually, Iâ€™m the one in your debt.â€ Charles paused, then continued, â€œThat investment advice that you gave me the last time we were here, well, letâ€™s just say it was right on the mark. In fact, it built our new swimming pool!â€

â€œWell, Iâ€™m glad it worked out for you,â€ Lynn replied. â€œIâ€™m always happy to help out.â€

â€œIf you have some time before we leave, Iâ€™d like to speak with you about another venture that Iâ€™m interested in.â€

â€œNo problem. Just give me the details, and Iâ€™ll take a look at it.â€

Chris was surprised, to say the least. Lynn the waitress, the singer, also gave investment advice? Would her talents ever end?

â€œWell, I hate to break up the party, but Iâ€™m on in half an hour,â€ Lynn apologized as she grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair.

â€œWe understand, how do they say it, â€˜Thatâ€™s showbizâ€™!â€ exclaimed Marie.

â€œLynn, you are joining us for ther picnic tomorrow, arenâ€™t you? Iâ€™m afraid none of us are as good at sports as you, and we donâ€™t want our family to look entirely pathetic!â€ Charles joked.

Lynn smiled. Happy to be included, she replied, â€œI wouldnâ€™t miss it!â€ Pausing, she placed her hands on Chrisâ€™s shoulders. â€œBut you know, Chris here is pretty athletic herself. You may actually win a trophy tomorrow!â€

Chris blushed, not knowing whether it was because of the compliment, or who it came from. With that said, Lynn waved goodbye and showed herself out of the room.

The evening lingered on, longer than either Matt or Chris had anticipated. At two oâ€™clock, the music stopped, and the night was declared over. With a sigh of relief from both, the couple slid into the El Camino and settled side by side. Aware that his parents were still watching, Chris whispered, â€œPut your arm around me.â€ Matt, now used to following her cues, did just that, and pulled out from in front of the building, waving good-bye. Looking in the rearview mirror, Matt chuckled and shook his head as he watched the valet, who was clearly unhappy with the tip that he had been given.

â€œBoy, it was a good thing we knew all the right answers, huh?â€ Matt said. â€œAll that practicing sure paid off!â€

Chris agreed and slid away slightly from Matt to give each of them some space. â€œSo, what time is the picnic tomorrow?â€

â€œIt starts about ten oâ€™clock. Get a good nightâ€™s sleep, â€˜cause Dad likes to enter a lot of events.â€

â€œYou know, you misled me. Before, you called it a picnic, now itâ€™s a sports event!â€

â€œOh, stop whining. At least youâ€™re athletic, youâ€™ll laugh when you see my family try to compete!â€ He laughed, then turned serious. â€œBut please donâ€™t laugh, at least not to our faces!â€ His face broke out into a smile, which turned into another laugh.

Matt parked the car in front of the house and opened the door for Chris.

â€œIâ€™m going to get out of this monkey suit and into something comfortableâ€ Matt said as he slid off his tie and began pulling off his shirt while walking down the hall.

â€œYouâ€™re the first gay man I know who doesnâ€™t like dressing up!â€ Chris called after him.

â€œOh hell, Iâ€™m probably the first gay man youâ€™ve known!â€ He laughed. Sticking his head out of his bedroom door, he called out, â€œTrue?â€

â€œTrue,â€ she admitted. â€œBut Iâ€™ve seen a lot of movies.â€

Chris entered the bedroom, closed the door, and began stripping off her clothes as well. She pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of flannel boxers and padded into the kitchen for a bottle of water. â€œYou want anything from the kitchen?â€ she yelled to Matt.

â€œHow about a bottle of milk of magnesia?â€ she heard him answer; she yelled back, â€œYouâ€™ll have to settle for a glass of milk!â€

Carrying the water and milk into the living room, she plopped down on the sofa, exhausted. Matt followed her lead and plopped down on the adjacent couch. Just then they heard keys in the front door.

â€œHey, howâ€™d the rest of the evening go?â€ Lynn asked as she threw her keys onto the table.

â€œGood, really good,â€ Matt answered. â€œThanks for that save on the shellfish.â€

â€œNo, Iâ€™m the one who should thank her for that!â€ Chris laughed.

Matt started giving Lynn the details of the rest of the evening, but Lynn interrupted.

â€œWait, I want to hear all this, but I really need to shower first. I swear theyâ€™re not turning the air-conditioning on in the bar anymore!â€ Lynn disappeared down the hall.

When Lynn returned, she asked, â€œAnyone for ice cream?â€

Chrisâ€™s face lit up. â€œCount me in!â€

â€œCome tell me how much you want!â€ Lynn motioned for her to follow her into the kitchen. They re-emerged with bowls overflowing with each of their favorites.

â€œSure you donâ€™t want any, Matt?â€ they teased.

â€œNo thanks, I donâ€™t want that stuff floating around in my belly all night!â€

Matt and Chris filled Lynn in on the events of the evening. When they were through, and tired of laughing, Matt excused himself, saying that he had to rest up for the next day, which was only a few hours away.

â€œHow about you? Are you going to poop out on me, too?â€ Lynn asked Chris.

â€œActually, Iâ€™m wide awake,â€ Chris replied.

They sat in silence for a few moments, both focused on their ice cream. Chris broke the silence first. â€œSo, you know all the details of my life, but we never got around to your life.â€

â€œThatâ€™s because Iâ€™m not an integral part of this charade.â€

â€œWell, to quote you, â€˜I think Mattâ€™s fiancee should know something about his roommateâ€™s life,â€™ unquote. Well, I mixed up a few words, but you get the gist of it.â€

â€œOkay, so what do you want to know?â€ Lynn conceded.

â€œHow about where you grew up, your parentsâ€¦â€ Chris added sarcastically, â€œyour hopes and dreams.â€

â€œI grew up in a small town in the valley, both of my parents are still alive. My dad still works as an architect. My mom, a computer programmer, is semi-retired, so she says, but she still works out of their home. I have one brother, younger than me, who is a landscape designer. I see them a couple of times a year. Weâ€™re not extremely close.â€

â€œAnd do they know that youâ€™re gay?â€ Chris asked.

â€œYes, I knew very early on, and made them very aware of it. Theyâ€™re pretty accepting of my lifestyle.â€ Then Lynn sarcastically added, â€œAs long as they donâ€™t have to know where I sleep and whom I sleep with.â€

â€œYou mean the thousands and thousands of women?â€ Chris teased.

â€œI know what Matt believes. But I donâ€™t think he really understands. I think a lot of men only sleep with women, or other men as the case may be, because they get horny, you know for the actual sex act.â€ Lynn paused in thought and then continued, â€œBut I donâ€™t sleep with womenâ€” and believe me, he has way over exaggerated about my sexual exploitsâ€”because Iâ€™m horny.â€ She looked at Chris, trying to make her understand. â€œOnce youâ€™ve had true intimacy, you keep searching it out, wanting that feeling again. So sometimes, I just need to feel wanted. I need the intimacy, even if itâ€™s only for a few hours, even if itâ€™s someone I donâ€™t even know.â€

Lynn continued, â€œTell me Chris, of all those â€˜ten or moreâ€™ men that youâ€™ve slept with, how many have you actually loved?â€

Chris lowered her eyes and played with the fringe on the afghan she was holding while she spoke. â€œActuallyâ€¦ none of them. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever been in love. You know the old saying, â€˜The right one just hasnâ€™t come alongâ€™? Well, thatâ€™s me, Iâ€™m the poster child for that saying.â€ Chris raised her eyes to meet Lynnâ€™s. â€œSo, you said that youâ€™ve had true intimacy, that must be that youâ€™ve been in love?â€

Lynn felt the tears in her eyes. She admonished herself for starting along this subject. Pushing back the tears, she replied, â€œYeah, I was in love, but I guess she wasnâ€™t.â€

â€œSusan?â€ Chris softly asked.

Lynn gave a heavy sigh, and a tear escaped down her cheek. She nodded and admitted, â€œSusan.â€

Chris heard the hurt in Lynnâ€™s voice. â€œIâ€™m sorry, if you donâ€™t want to talk about itâ€¦â€

â€œWe were together eight years. I found her in bed with one of her students. From what my supposed friends told me, it wasnâ€™t her first affair.â€ Lynnâ€™s voice quivered. â€œItâ€™s been a year, but every time I think about it, itâ€™s like itâ€™s happening all over again.â€

â€œSo the saying, â€˜Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at allâ€™â€¦â€

â€œMust have been said by a very masochistic person.â€ Lynn smiled as another tear made its way down her face.

Wiping the tear away, Lynn looked at Chris through the dim light â€œSo, now that you know the reason why Iâ€™ve slept with so many women, tell me why you canâ€™t seem to find the right guy. Standards too high?â€

â€œI donâ€™t know. Itâ€™s just never felt right. I mean, Iâ€™m not looking to hear bells or anything, Iâ€™ve just never had that emotional connection with any of them.â€ Chris paused and began again, â€œYou donâ€™t know how many times Iâ€™ve said to myself, â€˜Maybe if you just sleep with himâ€™â€¦ do you know what I mean?â€

Lynn nodded and smiled. â€œAnd then you wake up, the dreaded morning after, and think, What have I done?â€

â€œExactly. So I guess you have the same problemsâ€”â€

â€œWhether you like to sleep with men or with women,â€ Lynn finished Chrisâ€™s sentence.

â€œSo tell me, what does a woman look for in another woman?â€ Chris asked.

â€œWell, I canâ€™t answer for all women, that would be like asking a man the same question. Each woman looks for something different,â€ Lynn replied.

â€œMost men look for big boobs.â€ Chris laughed. â€œHow about you?â€

Lynn laughed and shook her head no. â€œMore than a mouthfulâ€™s a waste.â€ Lynnâ€™s eyes strayed to examine Chrisâ€™s breasts. When she raised her eyes, she found that she had been caught.

Chris looked down to her chest, shook her head, and smiled.

â€œJust barely a mouthful.â€ Her eyes lowered to review Lynnâ€™s breasts. â€œDefinitely more than a mouthful there!â€

Lynn felt her face turn red. Was Chris flirting with her?

Chris began again. â€œOkay, so what do you look for?â€

â€œI think the first thing I look at is the eyes. The eyes tell you a lot about a person.â€

â€œOh, and what do you see in my eyes, Madam Fortune Teller?â€ Chris kidded.

Lynn looked Chris straight in the eye for a moment, before giving a serious answer. â€œWell, the first thing I saw when I met you was a warm, caring nature.â€ Lynn paused. â€œBut now I would have to add that I see someone who likes to portray herself as a loner but longs for companionship.â€

Chris looked at Lynn, fear developing in her eyes.

â€œAnd now, I see fear, fear that you may have let me see a little bit too much into your psyche.â€ Lynn gave Chris a half-smile. â€œDonâ€™t worry, I wonâ€™t tell a soul.â€

â€œDo you want to know what I see in your eyes?â€ Chris asked.

Lynn shrugged. Chris walked over and sat next to Lynn on the couch.

Looking straight into Lynnâ€™s eyes, Chris told her, â€œI see that youâ€™re really not who you portray yourself to be, either,â€

Lynn swallowed hard. Did Chris know who she really was?

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief as Chris explained. â€œYou portray yourself as a hard, tough woman. But actuallyâ€â€”-Chris placed her hand on Lynnâ€™s heartâ€”â€thereâ€™s a heart of gold in there.â€

They both smiled, and after a moment of silence, Chris sank back against the couch next to Lynn.

â€œSo, have you ever been with a man?â€ Chris asked with a slight sense of uneasiness.

â€œNo, never really wanted to,â€ Lynn answered. â€œHave you ever been with a woman?â€

Chris felt herself blushing. â€œIâ€™d never really thought much about two womenâ€¦ until I met you.â€

Lynn laughed quietly. â€œYou mean that Iâ€™m your first encounter with a lesbian?â€

â€œNo,â€ Chris explained, â€œthereâ€™s a couple in the group that I go camping with every once in a while.â€

â€œBut you never thought about being with a woman until now?â€ Lynn questioned.

Chris shook her head, then looked at Lynn. â€œItâ€™s getting late. I think that weâ€™d better get some sleep. Big competition in the morning, you know.â€ She reached out and hugged Lynn. â€œWell, if my opinion matters at all, I think Susan blew it big-time. Definitely, her loss.â€

Lynn, frightened by the feeling of Chris being only inches away, broke away and smiled. â€œThanks.â€ Then trying to cover for her uneasiness, Lynn changed her smile into a mischievous one. â€œNow, go get some sleep so you donâ€™t have any excuses when I whip your butt at the picnic!â€

Chris got up and walked down the hall. Lynn smiled when the last thing she heard from Chris before she heard the bedroom door close, was a devilish, â€œYou wish!â€

Chapter Eight

Chris felt the soft lips slowly climbing up her stomach, then the wetness of the tongue as it encircled her nipple. Teeth biting, teasing, then the soft sucking of her nipple. The sensation moved to the other nipple until she could stand it no longer. She brought the lips to hers, hungrily exploring the mouth on hers with her own tongue. The lips gently pulled away, she slowly raised her eyes from the lips that just left hers, to reveal the face of her loverâ€¦

Chris sat straight up. The face that was revealed wasâ€¦ Lynnâ€™s! It was only a dream, it was only a dream, she repeated to herself as she paced the room. If it was only a dream, then why was she so upset? Could it be the heat she felt within her body? Could it be the way her nipples were hard and sore? Could it be the moisture that she could feel between her legs? She would not have time for answers as she heard the knock on the bedroom door. She looked at the clockâ€”it was nine a.m.

Mattâ€™s voice came from the other side of the door. â€œHey, you up in there?â€

Chris opened the door. â€œYeah, Iâ€™ll jump in the shower and be ready in fifteen.â€

â€œGod, you look as bad as Lynn. What time did you guys get to bed last night?â€

â€œThanks a lot. I just need a little time to wake up is all,â€ Chris replied, knowing that she dare not tell him she had only had four hours of sleep. â€œWhatâ€™s for breakfast?â€

â€œThe club has a breakfast buffet. Can you wait an hour to eat?â€ Matt asked, following her like a puppy into the bedroom while she grabbed some clothes.

â€œNo problem, now get out of here!â€ Chris said as she pushed him from the room and closed the door behind him. The truth was that she wasnâ€™t feeling hungry at all. Her stomach was upset with confusion.

â€œHey, can I come in?â€ Lynn knocked on the door. Receiving no reply, she guessed that Chris was still in the shower. She edged the door open. â€œIâ€™m coming in!â€

â€œOkay!â€ Chris yelled from the bathroom.

Lynn glanced at the direction of the bathroom, the door ajar to let the steam out. She felt flushed, knowing that on the other side of the door Chris was probably nude. Just then, Chris opened the door wider. Lynn saw that she was not nude, but clad in a towel. Walking over to the dresser, Lynn proceeded to change.

Looking in the mirror, Chris caught herself concentrating on what was going on behind her. She saw Lynn drop her towel and pull on her underwear. Then, Lynn turned and Chris could see Lynnâ€™s breasts as she pulled on her sports bra. Embarrassed for watching, Chris pushed the bathroom door closed behind her. She turned on the hair dryer to camouflage the moment she was taking to understand her confusion. Leaning on the counter, she told herself that she was under too much stress. That had to be the problem, way too much stress.

They arrived at the picnic just in time to hear the club presidentâ€™s annual speech. Walking through the crowd, they located Mattâ€™s parents at the sign-up table.

â€œMatt! Itâ€™s about time you guys got here!â€ Charles said as he put his arm around his son. â€œMargaret, you remember my son, Matt,â€ Charles said to the woman behind the table, who nodded. â€œAnd this is his fiancee, Chris, and of course our niece, Lynn.â€

Chris looked at Matt with confusion. Matt whispered, â€œShe has to be a member of the family to compete.â€

â€œIsnâ€™t that cheating?â€ Chris whispered back.

â€œNot really,â€ Matt explained, pointing first at a muscular young man to the right, and another to the left. â€œSee him? Heâ€™s supposedly a cousin. And heâ€™s supposedly an illegitimate son.â€

â€œSupposedly?â€ Chris asked.

Matt smiled and shrugged. â€œYeah, but we know differently. My dad says â€˜Allâ€™s fair in love and war.â€™â€

Chris laughed and thought, when first we practice to deceiveâ€¦

Lynn nudged Matt. â€œHey, I need food!â€

â€œOkay, okay. Dad, weâ€™re going to grab some breakfast.â€

â€œDonâ€™t eat too much, weâ€™re on for the three-legged race in forty-five minutes,â€ Charles responded with excitement. â€œFirst one is the couples race, thatâ€™s Matt and Chris, and you and me, Lynn.â€

Matt whispered in Chrisâ€™s ear, â€œMy mom doesnâ€™t participate, she gets overheated really easy.â€

Charles continued, â€œThen the second race is for men only, and the third, for women only.â€ He paused to look at Chris and Lynn. â€œYouâ€™re up for two in a row, right?â€

The women smiled and nodded, as if they had a choice. Suddenly Chris felt that twinge again. She was going to have to run the three-legged race with Lynn. She was going to have to get over this feeling.

Lynn was having the same thought. Great. Tied together, arms around each other, bodies moving together. She was having hot flashes just thinking about it.

â€œJust juice for me,â€ Lynn said to the buffet attendant, who handed her a glass of orange juice.

â€œYeah, me too,â€ Chris said, and she reached for the glass.

â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with you guys? I thought that you were starving?â€ Matt exclaimed as he reached for his third croissant.

Lynn shrugged, trying to come up with an explanation for her sudden change of heart.

Chris looked at her curiously, then answered, â€œI donâ€™t want to be running on a full stomach.â€

â€œYeah, thatâ€™s what it is.â€ Lynn followed her lead.

The three were lounging at a table after finishing what breakfast they had when Charles approached the table.

â€œCome on, come on! Itâ€™s time for the first race!â€ he called out.

The group jogged over to the event. After participating in this event last year with Matt, Lynn knew the drill and proceeded to strap her and Charlesâ€™s legs together. She laughed at the other couple; they were having difficulty just getting their legs joined together. She smiled as she remembered that Matt, as athletic as he looked, was a little uncoordinated. The race began, and Charles and Lynn quickly left the other couple behind. Although they ran a good race, neither couple came in first, second, or third. The menâ€™s race was next, Charles and Matt finishing sixth out of a group often. The next race was to start in five minutes.

Chris paced as the women couples began buckling the straps. Lynn was feeling just as uneasy.

â€œCome on, girls! Youâ€™re our last hope!â€ Charles said as he pulled the two together and began fastening the straps. Lynn, being taller, threw her arm around Chrisâ€™s shoulder as Chris put her arm around Lynnâ€™s waist.

â€œYou can do it!â€ Charles called as he backed away from the starting line.

Lynn looked down at Chris, who smiled up at her. â€œYou know, we probably could win, if we really try.â€

The two walked a few steps, discussing their strategy, then backed up to the starting line. They prepared for the starting gun. â€œPow!â€ The gun rang out. The two got a good start and continued down the grassy area. They were moving as one, both of their competitiveness showing on their faces. The women around them dropped like flies, except for one couple who ran neck and neck with them.

â€œWeâ€™ve got to lose them!â€ Chris shouted. They sped up, and passed the finish line one step ahead of the opposing team. They were so elated, they lost their footing, immediately falling on top of each other. Falling, laughing, then all of a sudden realizing how close they were, they stopped. Breathing heavily, Lynn reached out to pick out the grass that had lodged itself in Chrisâ€™s hair. Chris looked up into Lynnâ€™s eyes and suddenly time seemed to stop. For a moment it was just the two of them, locked in each otherâ€™s eyes,

â€œHey! I knew you guys could do it!â€ Charles broke into their world. He leaned down and removed the straps.

â€œWay to go, guys!â€ Matt chimed in. He reached out to help Chris up. Then turning, Chris reached her hand out to Lynn, who was still sitting on the grass. Lynn accepted and leapt to her feet.

â€œWell, I had to carry her half the way, but we did it!â€ Lynn teased.

Chris pushed Lynnâ€™s shoulder. â€œHa! I was dragging your butt!â€ she joked back. â€œSo whatâ€™s next?â€ Chris asked.

â€œFour-man volleyball!â€ Charles said, looking at his watch. â€œWe have half an hour. Shall we go take a look at the competition?â€

The four wandered over to the court and sat down on the grass. Chris eyed the table of water bottles across the way. â€œWant some water?â€ she asked Lynn. Lynn nodded.

Matt, tired of waiting for the same question to be posed to him, said, â€œYes, I would like some too, how â€˜bout you, Dad?â€

Charles, who was busy watching the action on the court, did not respond. Matt nodded to Chris to grab an extra bottle. The group sipped their water and sat on the sidelines until the game in play ended. The winners would play the next team, the McKinley family.

â€œAndersons and McKinleys,â€ their game was announced, and the four scrambled onto the court. There was a slow start, their team members uncertain of their coverage areas. After the first few minutes, their game started clicking. The opposing team fell apart. The game ended, the score 15-6. Charles was elated and showed it

by hugging each of his team members. Their next game was to start immediately.

â€œIs there anything that youâ€™re bad at?â€ Chris asked Lynn while they waited for the other team to take the court.

â€œI havenâ€™t had any complaints!â€ Lynn teased.

Matt, overhearing Chrisâ€™s question, jumped in. â€œItâ€™s sickening, isnâ€™t it? She canâ€™t even let me look good in front of my dad!â€

â€œIs it my fault that you arrange flowers better than you hit a volleyball?â€ Lynn kidded.

The team took their positions as the opposing team served. The ball was hit directly to Chris, who bumped it to Lynn. Lynn took it high and spiked it over the net, the ball hitting hard against the chest of a member of the opposing team. This style of play continued for the rest of the game. After the tenth point, the other team basically gave up. The four had prevailed again, Chris hitting the winning point.

Lynn approached her with a high five. â€œNow, is there anything that youâ€™re bad at?â€

â€œI havenâ€™t had any complaints,â€ Chris said with a teasing smile and gave Lynn a wink.

Matt caught the wink out of the corner of his eye. He was glad to see the two women in his life getting along so well.

After the third victory, Charles called the group over and admitted, â€œIâ€™m sorry guys, I canâ€™t play another one. Iâ€™m just not in the shape that I used to be.â€

â€œThatâ€™s okay, Charles, Iâ€™m pretty worn out, too,â€ Lynn said as she patted him on the back.

â€œCome on guys, we canâ€™t quit now! Iâ€™ll go see if we can play with only three players.â€ Matt jogged over to the judgesâ€™ table and came back. â€œThey said it was okay.â€

Charles nodded, went over to the sideline, and sat on the grass with Marie, who had finally decided to join them.

â€œYou know, Matt, I donâ€™t think that we should continue. It may look to your dad as if we didnâ€™t really need him,â€ Chris suggested.

Lynn followed Chrisâ€™s lead. â€œI agree, Matt, you could really score some points if we decided we couldnâ€™t do it without him.â€

Matt shook his head. â€œNo. I want to show him that we can do it.â€ He motioned for the opposing team to take their positions.

But Chris and Lynn had other plans, and slowly but surely, they intentionally missed enough shots to lose the game. Matt hadnâ€™t noticed their less than average play. The threesome walked to the sidelines after admitting defeat.

â€œI guess we just couldnâ€™t pull it off without you, Charles,â€ Chris admitted.

Charles shrugged. â€œWell, itâ€™s tough without a fourth player.â€

Marie smiled and winked at both women, who returned the wink. It would be their little secret.

â€œYou had some good moves out there for such a little thing!â€ Charles said as he put his arm around Chris, then looked over at Matt. â€œMatt, sheâ€™s definitely a keeper!â€

â€œI think so!â€ Matt agreed, happy to be in favor with his dad.

â€œMe, too,â€ Lynn mumbled under her breath. Chris was just within hearing range of that comment, but chose to keep the comment all to herself.

The group sat on a blanket and proceeded to watch the next few games. At four oâ€™clock, Lynnâ€™s stomach began to rumble. Realizing that she hadnâ€™t really eaten anything all day, she suggested that they return to the buffet area, knowing that it was still fully stocked. Charles stood and helped Marie up. Matt and Chris stood and joined hands. Lynn followed behind, feeling a sudden twinge of jealousy. She wondered what it would be like to hold Chrisâ€™s soft hand in hers.

â€œLook at all this food!â€ Marie exclaimed.

â€œDig in, everybody,â€ Charles said, handing plates to Lynn, Chris, and Matt. The group went down the buffet table, each filling their plate with its offerings. Just as they were nearing the end, Mattâ€™s buddy Jeff approached. Knowing that Jeff had a big mouth, Lynn thought the charade was over. She immediately went to Mattâ€™s side for damage control.

Matt, seeing the panic in her eyes, whispered, â€œItâ€™s okay, Lynn, I filled Jeff in since I knew that he would be here.â€ Then, seeing his father approaching, Matt pulled Chris to his side. â€œJeff, you remember Chris, donâ€™t you?â€

Jeff played along. â€œOf course. I was watching you guys in some of the events here today, too bad about the volleyball loss.â€

â€œYeah, well, we were just about to sit down, would you like to join us?â€ Chris asked politely.

â€œNo thank you. Iâ€™ve had enough food today to last me the rest of the summer!â€ Jeff laughed. â€œMaybe Iâ€™ll catch up to you later.â€ He turned and left them to their meal.

â€œOhhh, I believe that Iâ€™ve overeaten again!â€ Charles exclaimed as his stood rubbing his stomach. â€œWhy do you let me do that, Marie?â€

Marie looked at the other three and said sarcastically, â€œLike I have anything to say about it! Chris, I hope Matt listens to you more than his father listens to me!â€

Chris smiled. â€œHe doesnâ€™t listen to a word I say.â€ Turning, she smiled at Matt. â€œLike father, like son, huh?â€

â€œWell, Iâ€™m going to go for a litde stroll, try to settle my stomach a little bit. How about it, Marie?â€ Charles asked his wife as he slid her chair out for her. They joined hands and strolled away.

â€œExcuse me, I think Iâ€™ll go to the little boysâ€™ room.â€ Matt stood and went off to locate the restroom.

Chris and Lynn were left: alone at the table, both still nibbling at their desserts.

â€œUmmâ€¦ you have got to try this!â€ Chris said to Lynn, offering her a forkful of lemon-filled cake.

â€œI donâ€™t think so, it looks too rich for me,â€ Lynn answered.

â€œOh, come on, itâ€™s so moist and creamyâ€¦â€ Chris teased, circling her fork toward Lynnâ€™s mouth. Lynn blushed, she couldnâ€™t refuse such a description, and put her mouth over the fork. Chris, caught up in the sexual overtones, withdrew the fork and slowly licked the remains off of the utensil.

Lynn, surprised at the action but refusing to back down, took a bit of the key lime pie from her plate and offered it to Chris saying, â€œThen you must try a bite of this, itâ€™s so smooth and tangyâ€¦â€

Chris took the fork with her hand and put the dessert in her mouth, slowly bringing the fork out and chewing slowly while letting out a deep moan.

â€œGod, youâ€™re good at that, too!â€ Lynn was breathless with excitement.

Chris smiled, glad to have succeeded in yet another competition.

Charles and Marie resurfaced with Matt, who was carrying drinks from the bar. Lynn looked at her watch. She really needed to go home and shower before she played tonight.

â€œIâ€™m sorry, itâ€™s been fun, but Iâ€™d better get going. If I go to the bar like this, Iâ€™d be laughed off the stage!â€

â€œOh, but youâ€™ll miss the awards ceremony, and we actually won one this year!â€ Marie said with disappointment in her voice.

â€œI know, but the other half of the winning team will be here to accept the award.â€ She motioned to Chris, refusing to look directly in Chrisâ€™s eyes. She was afraid that the heat would rise in her face again.

They said their good-byes and Lynn went on her way, disappointed for having to leave Chris but glad to be going home to yet another cold shower.

It was after midnight when Matt steered the El Camino onto the freeway. â€œGod! I am so glad that you won an event. My dad has been wanting to win something for so long.â€

Chris blushed. â€œWell, I didnâ€™t do it alone, you know. I couldnâ€™t have done it without Lynn. Sheâ€™s in great shape!â€

â€œYeah. She keeps in shape for the ladies.â€

Chris turned in her seat in exasperation. â€œYou know, you make it sound like all Lynn cares about in life is sex! She doesnâ€™t seem like that to me. Sheâ€™s been really nice this week, helping you out with your little charade, being there when I got sick, giving me her bed.â€

Matt ran his fingers through his hair. â€œIâ€™m sorry, youâ€™re right. Iâ€™ve been giving you the wrong picture of Lynn. She really is a great person and a great friend. Sheâ€™d give you the shirt off her back if you needed it.â€ Matt laughed. â€œEspecially since youâ€™re a woman!â€

Chris slapped Martâ€™s arm. â€œYouâ€™re incorrigible!â€

â€œIâ€™m pooped, itâ€™s straight to bed for me,â€ Matt said. â€œYeah, me too,â€ she agreed as she headed for the bedroom. Showering, Chris changed into her bed clothes and stretched out on the bed. She lay there on her back, in the dark, for what seemed like hours, her mind reviewing the last few days. She rolled over onto her stomach, trying to get comfortable, trying to feel comfortable with her surroundings and with herself. Frustrated, she switched on the light. Maybe if she had something to read. She hadnâ€™t brought any novels with her, because she hadnâ€™t thought that she would have the time. She pulled out Lynnâ€™s bedside drawer, looking for a book or a magazine. She analyzed its contents: an address book, an empty notebook, investment magazines (this puzzled her), and a romance novel. Pulling the novel from the drawer, she flipped it over to read the back cover: Michelle pulled away her blouse to reveal her bare breasts. Trina brushed her hand against Michelleâ€™s hardened nipple and. their lips met hungrilyâ€˜, their desire for each otherâ€¦ Chris dropped the book. The book was describing two women! She never knew books like this existed. Actually, she had never thought about it. Nevertheless, Chris, feeling like she had uncovered a secret, picked up the book and guiltily stuffed it back into the drawer. Maybe there was something on television.

Lynn sat on the edge of the stage watching people file out the door, some coupling up, some leaving alone. She always got melancholy this time of the night, realizing that she would be leaving alone. There were those few occasions where she had hooked up with someone during the night, and then, she knew there would be a few hours of pleasure, just to end being alone again. Tonight she felt even more alone than usual.

â€œHey, you all packed up? If you havenâ€™t noticed, the bar is closed,â€ Sam called from the seating area as she helped wipe off the remaining dirty tables. Noticing that Lynn wasnâ€™t budging, Sam dropped her cloth on a table, sauntered up to the stage, and sat beside her.

â€œWhatâ€™s wrong? Why arenâ€™t you going home?â€ Sam asked softly, peeking around Lynnâ€™s face, which was tilted down.

â€œChris is there,â€ Lynn replied, not lilting her eyes.

â€œYeah, so Chris is there. She seems like a really nice person. Cute, funny So whatâ€™s the problem?â€ Sam asked as she put her arm around Lynnâ€™s shoulder.

â€œThatâ€™s the problem. Thatâ€™s exactly the problem,â€ Lynn answered as she finally raised her eyes to Samâ€™s.

Sam looked into Lynnâ€™s eyes and understood. â€œOh Lynn, all the women that youâ€™ve been with, and you fall for a straight woman?â€ Shaking her head, Sam squeezed Lynnâ€™s shoulder. â€œHoney, I feel for you, I really do, but you know the odds.â€

â€œYeah, lifeâ€™s a bitch, isnâ€™t it?â€ Lynn smiled halfheartedly.

Sam hugged her. â€œI would say that you could come home with me, butâ€¦â€

Lynn released Sam from the hug. â€œThatâ€™s okay, I need to go home and face my demons.â€ With that, she slid down off the edge, her feet landing on the floor, and walked arm in arm with Sam right beside her, to the door. The two embraced again. â€œIâ€™d say, find some one-night stand to go home with, but as you can see, everyoneâ€™s gone.â€ She smiled softly and grabbed Lynnâ€™s chin with her fingers. â€œPlus you know how I feel about meaningless sex.â€

Lynn nodded. Her friend did not believe in one-night stands. She was a one-woman lady, and that one woman was Beth, and had been for years. As Lynn climbed in her truck she thought about what Sam was going home to. Sam had beaten the odds in more ways than one. She was going home to someone who loved her and was faithful to her, unlike Susan. She needed to think about something else, so she reached for the radio dial. Flipping it on, she heard, â€œWhy donâ€™t you play another somebody done somebody wrong songâ€¦â€ Great, she thought to herself. Flipping off the noise, she began wiping away the tears that were rolling down her face.

Lynn unlocked the door to the house. The room was dark, except for the light of the television. As she adjusted her eyes to the dimness, she saw eyes peek over the edge of the couch.

â€œHey,â€ whispered Chris, who was stretched out comfortably on the cushions.

â€œHey,â€ Lynn answered. â€œYou know that youâ€™re supposed to sleep in my room, donâ€™t you?â€

â€œYeah, I just couldnâ€™t sleep. Then I got hooked on this movie. Ever seen it before?â€

â€œWhat is it?â€ Lynn strained to see the picture before her, thankful that Chris couldnâ€™t see her puffy, red eyes.

â€œSome Kind of Wonderfulâ€ Chris replied.

â€œThe story of a guy who didnâ€™t know what he really wanted until the girl showed how much she cared for him,â€ Lynn remembered.

â€œYeah, I guess I never thought of it that way,â€ Chris replied. â€œAre you sleepy? Do you need to go to bed?â€

â€œNo,â€ Lynn answered. â€œI need to wind down a little. Want some popcorn?â€

â€œThat sounds good.â€ Chris followed Lynn into the kitchen.

Lynn flipped on the light, grabbed the popcorn, and threw it in the microwave. Turning to Chris, she asked, â€œAnd to drink, madam?â€

Chris looked at Lynn. Reaching out, she touched Lynnâ€™s face. â€œGod, your eyes are so red! Donâ€™t they hurt?â€

Lynn turned away. â€œNo. Must have been the smoke in the bar. Urn, Iâ€™m going to grab a quick shower. Watch the popcorn, okay?â€

â€œYeah, sure,â€ Chris mumbled as Lynn left the room. Chris was confused. The Rainbow Room was a nonsmoking bar. The popcorn stopped popping, and as Chris had previously found out, you get it out when it stops, whether the timer has rung or not. Emptying the bag into a big bowl, she grabbed a couple of sodas and napkins, and plopped back down on the couch. She was munching away when Lynn re-entered the room.

â€œFeel better?â€ Chris asked.

â€œFeel better. Probably smell better too.â€ Lynn smiled as she ran her hand through her short wet hair and plopped down next to Chris. Grabbing a handful of popcorn she asked, â€œSo where are we at?â€

â€œTheyâ€™re at the museum,â€ Chris answered.

The movie continued and the bowl of popcorn was soon empty.

Lynn dozed off, and woke to the sound of gunshots. Confused, she found the noise coming from the television. She tried to reach for the remote, but her body felt heavy. Looking down, she found that Chris had fallen asleep and her head had ended up in Lynnâ€™s lap. Lynn sat there in the dim light watching Chris sleep. She slowly stroked Chrisâ€™s hair, wanting so badly to brush her lips against hers. Wanting it so badly, it hurt. She looked up at the television, trying to regain her composure. When she glanced back downâ€™, Chrisâ€™s eyes were slightly open. Neither woman moved for several minutes, Lynn lightly stroking Chrisâ€™s hair, Chris lost in Lynnâ€™s eyes.

Finally, Chris took Lynnâ€™s hand and held it against her cheek. â€œI think I better go in to bed,â€ she said softly. Releasing Lynnâ€™s hand, Chris slowly raised her body to a sitting position. She turned to Lynn, looked into her eyes, paused as if she wanted to say something, then lightly squeezed Lynnâ€™s hand.

â€œI had a really good day today,â€ Chris whispered, not releasing her hold on Lynnâ€™s hand.

Lynn raised her other hand, placing her palm on Chrisâ€™s cheek, then lightly smoothed her thumb across Chrisâ€™s soft lips and qui-edy replied, â€œMe, too.â€

Chris moved Lynnâ€™s palm over to her lips and kissed it softly. â€œGood night,â€ she said as she stood, then disappeared down the hall. Lynn, savoring the moment, turned off the television, reached for the blanket balled up at the end of the couch, curled up, smiled with contentment, and drifted off to sleep.

What just happened in there? Chris sleepily asked herself.

Chapter Nine

Chris woke Sunday to the sound of the alarm. She rolled over and shut off the noise, thankful that she had set it before she had originally crawled into bed last night. It was nine oâ€™clock, why was she so tired? Then the memories came flooding over her. Lynnâ€™s fingers through her hair, on her cheek, on her lips. The feeling rushing through her body was overwhelming. But overwhelming in a pleasant way, intoxicating and warm, like the way the first sip of a liqueur feels on a cold day, slowly penetrating every inch of your body. She stretched out under the sheets, enjoying the sensation. Then suddenly, she sat up and rubbed her hands over her face. Was she actually thinking about another woman this way? What was wrong with her! She could not let herself feel this way! She shook off the sheets, jumped out of bed, and hurried into the bathroom.

Chris climbed into the shower. As she leaned against the wall, the warm water enveloped her. She closed her eyes, water running over her face, trying to clear her mind. But instead, her thoughts drifted back to the day before, the joking, the teasing, the hidden glances, and the times that Lynn had caught the glances and returned them, making her feel hopelessly lost in her eyes. Damn, she said to herself. Never had her heart and her mind been in such conflict.

Chris turned off the shower and grabbed the towel that she had placed on the rung just outside the tub. Drying off, she thought to herself, What am I so worried about? Its not like we had sex or anything. But she then realized what had taken place last night made her feel more intimate with Lynn that she had ever felt with a man. She had never felt that closeness, that connection with anyone before. The truth was, the feeling scared her to death.

The aroma of coffee filtered through the bedroom door and drew Chris into the kitchen. Grabbing a mug of the fresh brew, she stopped, leaning against the wall connecting the kitchen with the living room. She watched as the body curled up on the couch slept.

Chris sat down on the edge of the couch. â€œHey,â€ she whispered, softly caressing the bare arm that had held her last night.

Lynn slowly raised her eyelids. She could smell the scent of the vanilla shampoo on Chrisâ€™s wet hair. It made her smile.

Smoothing Lynnâ€™s hair out of her face, Chris suggested, â€œCome and get in your bed and get some decent sleep.â€

â€œOkay,â€ Lynn replied. Chris stood and walked back to the bedroom. Lynn lay there for several minutes, then finally forced herself to get up. She wandered sleepily down the hall and was greeted with the intoxicating smell of Chrisâ€™s perfume. The fragrance led her into the bathroom, where Chris was putting on her makeup.

Leaning against the doorway, Lynn commented, â€œYou smell really good!â€

Chris felt a shiver run through her body at Lynnâ€™s seductive smile reflected in the mirror. Chris softly smiled. â€œYouâ€™re not making it very easy for me to get ready.â€

â€œHey Chris! Are you almost ready or what?â€ Mattâ€™s voice boomed as he walked down the hall toward the bedroom.

â€œYes, I just need to throw my clothes on,â€ Chris answered.

When Matt didnâ€™t move, she asked, â€œMay I have a little bit of privacy, please?â€

Mattâ€™s face turned red as he backed out of the room and closed the door.

Lynn left the doorway and crawled in between the sheets. She lay on her side, positioning her head on the pillow so that she could watch Chris in the mirror. Chris put the finishing touches on her makeup and reached down to release the belt of the robe. Suddenly looking up, she caught Lynnâ€™s eyes in the mirror and immediately caught the robe as it was falling from her shoulders. Chris smiled and shook her head as she returned Lynnâ€™s stare. Turning, she closed the door behind her. Lynn sighed and closed her eyes. Maybe her dreams would turn out better.

Chris stood outside the gallery next to Matt as they waited for his parents to arrive. Matt ran his hand through his hair as he became more and more impatient.

â€œWhere are they? They left the club at the same time as us!â€

Chris shrugged. All four had gone to the club for brunch and were to attend the gallery showing of one of Mattâ€™s friends. She had thought it a bad idea, knowing that many of Mattâ€™s friends didnâ€™t know about their little charade. But Matt had insisted, and so they waited.

â€œI donâ€™t know how you guys get used to this.â€ Charlesâ€™s voice boomed from down the sidewalk. â€œWe had to park a half mile away!â€

Chris took Mattâ€™s hand and squeezed it. Patience, Matt, patience, it was meant to imply. Matt squeezed back, signifying that he had received her message.

â€œI didnâ€™t mind the walk, Matt,â€ Marie soothed. Her eyes sparkled. â€œIâ€™m so glad that weâ€™re here! Your father never lets me go to art galleries or museums.â€

â€œI knew youâ€™d like it, Mom. Letâ€™s go inside.â€ Matt motioned toward the door.

The four wandered into the crowded gallery. Marie stopped at every piece, admiring the color or texture. Charles looked bored. Chris listened to Marie and responded with comments of her own. Each piece made her feel different thingsâ€”calm, peaceful, sad, even angry. Then she came upon a painting that truly disturbed her. A mixture of shades of blue from pale to almost black. The lines swirled as if to show confusion, desperation, then curved as if all emotions calmed. She tried to think of what this piece reminded her of. Closing her eyes, she felt the emotions it had provoked. It came to her in a wave, enveloping her entire body. It was the feelings that she was having toward her relationship with Lynn. Opening her eyes, she felt an overwhelming need for space. She pretended to be interested in a piece across the room and wandered away.

Matt watched as Chris left; his side. His eyes scanned the room and found his friend Jeff trying desperately to get his attention. Matt motioned for his friend to join him and so Jeff approached the group of three.

â€œMom, Dad, you remember my friend Jeff. You met him yesterday.â€

Charles and Marie smiled politely, then went back to discussing the artwork before them.

â€œSo come here for a second, I need to talk to you,â€ Jeff said, pulling at Martâ€™s arm.

Matt followed Jeff into the next room.

â€œI thought you said that your â€˜fianceeâ€™ is straight?â€ Jeff asked.

â€œYeah. Because she is,â€ Matt replied as if annoyed.

â€œAre you sure?â€

Matt sighed. â€œJeff, what are you getting at?â€

â€œWell, I was just watching her yesterday. For a woman whoâ€™s straight, she sure spent a lot of time with her eyes on Lynn.â€

Matt looked bored. â€œShe and Lynn have becomeâ€”â€

â€œClose?â€ Jeff finished Mattâ€™s sentence.

â€œYes, close, but not how youâ€™re inferring,â€ Matt said, disgusted with his friend. Maybe Lynn was right about Jeff.

â€œI donâ€™t know about that. There sure were some heated looks between the two.â€

â€œOh, first you said that Chris was looking at Lynn. Now you say that they were returned by Lynn?â€

â€œThatâ€™s exactly what Iâ€™m saying. And did you notice how often they casually touched each other?â€

â€œOh come on Jeff.â€

â€œWhen you and your parents left the table yesterday, they ended up feeding their desserts to each other.â€

â€œGod, how close were you watching them?â€ Matt said with exasperation.

â€œWell, I didnâ€™t actually see that. Someone else told me,â€ Jeff explained.

Matt ran his fingers through his hair. He didnâ€™t know what to believe. â€œLynn promised not to play around with Chris.â€

â€œHey, from what I heard and saw, it wasnâ€™t all on Lynnâ€™s part, if you know what I mean.â€

Matt nodded in understanding.

Jeff put his hand on Mattâ€™s shoulder. â€œLook, Iâ€™m just telling you so that your little charade doesnâ€™t get fucked up.â€

â€œI know. Thanks, buddy,â€ Matt said, as he gave Jeff a hug.

Matt pulled the car away from the gallery and onto the frontage road. The conversation with Jeff still fresh in his mind, he thought back to the times that he, Chris, and Lynn had been together at the same time. Had he noticed a special connection between the two of them? Had Lynn made Chris her latest victim? As he turned the car onto the highway, he concentrated on the conversations that they had all had together. Was there flirting? He and Lynn had always been so comfortable together. He hadnâ€™t really paid attention to any sexual innuendos, any hidden glances. Had they been there?

The traffic slowed. Another California traffic jam. Matt sighed. Chris turned and asked, â€œIs there something wrong?â€

Matt looked at her. â€œCan I ask you a really personal question?â€

â€œNothingâ€™s too personal, weâ€™re engaged, remember?â€ Chris grinned.

Matt shook his head. â€œNo, this is really personal, oh, forget it, itâ€™s none of my business.â€

â€œMatt, just spit it out.â€

Matt looked ahead at the traffic, then turned toward her, â€œItâ€™s just that Jeff asked meâ€¦ well, if anyone could do it, Lynn could. I mean sheâ€™s good looking and sexy. I guessâ€¦â€

â€œEnglish, Matt. Complete sentences, please!â€ Chris was getting confused.

Matt looked out the side window, glanced down, then began again. â€œJeff asked me if you and Lynnâ€¦ if youâ€¦ He thinks that there may be some flirting going on and some staring. I told him you were straight, butâ€”â€

Chris interrupted, her face beginning to turn red. â€œWhat exactly are you getting at, Matt?â€

Matt blurted, â€œIs something going on between you and Lynn?â€ He glanced toward Chris, then began pulling at some imaginary string on the steering wheel cover. â€œI mean, I have noticed the closeness that has developed. And you seem to have a lot in common. It wouldnâ€™t be the worst thing in the world, sheâ€™s really a great person, itâ€™s just thatâ€”â€

Chris interrupted again, looking at him, her face now hot. â€œIs that what you think?â€ She suddenly turned toward her side window, knowing that if he looked into her eyes, he might see the truth, that she was so confused about her feelings at this point, that she couldnâ€™t be sure what was happening between her and Lynn.

The traffic at a standstill, he shifted the car into park and turned toward her. â€œLook, I donâ€™t know what I think. I just want you to be happy. I really love Lynn. Itâ€™s just that sheâ€™s not real great with relationships and all, and I wouldnâ€™t want either one of you to get hurt.â€

Chris could not look back at him. She knew he was being sincere. She knew exactly what his face would look like, the look in his eyes. She just stared out the window and was relieved to see the car beside her begin to move forward.

â€œThe traffic is moving,â€ was all that she could say.

Matt took the car out of park and slowly pressed the gas pedal. â€œChris, I didnâ€™t mean to upset you,â€ he said with sincerity, glancing first at Chris and then back at the road ahead.

â€œPlease, just drop it!â€ Chris said in anguish. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Had it been so obvious to complete strangers? Had Lynn thought it obvious, too? She could not look away from the side window. She could not move.

The traffic now at a steady speed, the silence unbearable, Matt ran his fingers through his hair and reached to turn the volume up on the radio. The car passed by an area of the highway under construction. A worker holding a sign with the word â€œstopâ€ stood on the side of the road. â€œHey, wasnâ€™t he one of the Village People?â€ Matt kidded.

But Chris didnâ€™t respond. There would be no more words uttered in the car until they pulled into the driveway of the house.

Matt fumbled the keys as he withdrew them from the ignition. â€œYouâ€™re all thumbs!â€ joked Chris, trying to act as if recovered from the conversation. â€œNo wonder you havenâ€™t had a date in a while!â€

Matt laughed. He was glad that she was speaking to him again. He was also glad that they had this conversation. He now knew the truth; he knew that Chris was as confused about her relationship with Lynn as he was.

Matt unlocked the door, and immediately Chris headed for the patio. She walked onto the deck, desperately in need of some fresh air.

â€œThank God!â€ came a voice from the sand below.

Chris looked down to find Lynn sprawled out on a beach towel. Her tan body glistened in the sun from baby oil, which had been applied generously. Chris felt her body temperature rise, from the beads of moisture on the dark skin, coupled with the fact that Lynn lay there practically nude, her bathing suit top straps unfastened and falling to each side.

â€œCome here, please! Iâ€™ve got an itch in the middle of my back that Iâ€™ve been trying to reach for an hour!â€ came the voice again.

Chris climbed down the stairs and knelt next to the oily body.

â€œItâ€™s right between my shoulder blades!â€

Chris reached out and gently scratched; the rich oil coated her fingers.

â€œOoohâ€¦ right there.â€ The body moaned beneath her. â€œThanks, Chris.â€

Chris felt lightheaded. She imagined rubbing her naked body against Lynnâ€™s oil-coated skin. She had to clear her head. Maybe a nice quick jog would do the trick.

â€œWhile youâ€™re there, can you fasten my straps, please? Iâ€™m going to go cool off in the water.â€

Chris carefully picked up and fastened the straps. On second thought, maybe a grueling run would be better.

Knowing that she was short on time, Chris rushed into the house and changed into her running clothes. Her body temperature had just returned to normal when she headed out the door to begin her run. Stepping out onto the deck she was suddenly captivated by the figure walking toward her.

The swimsuit that she had just helped fasten barely covered any of the slim, tan, toned body. Moisture beaded on the dark skin due to the layer of oil that lingered even after the saltwater wash. A glimmer of gold sparkled from Lynnâ€™s stomach. Chris focused her eyes. Lynnâ€™s belly button was pierced. The gold hoop made a shiver run down Chrisâ€™s body. Stopping, Lynn looked up at the sun and used her hands to slick back her hair. The view was right out of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue.

â€œWhatâ€™s wrong?â€ Lynn called out to Chris.

Chris shook her head, trying to shake out the dozens of impure thoughts running through her mind. She ran down the stairs and away from Lynn, knowing that seeing that body any closer could send her over the edge.

Matt watched Chris from his seat on the couch. He saw her rush in then rush out of the house in her running clothes.

â€œAre you going for a run?â€ he asked.

â€œYeah,â€ Chris replied as she dashed past him and slid open the glass door.

â€œHey! Are you sure you have time?â€ Matt called out to her as she slid the door shut behind her. He rose quickly and walked over to the door to catch her, calling out, â€œChris!â€

Approaching the glass door, Matt stopped as he watched the same scene that had Chris hypnotized. He had forgotten just how beautiful Lynn was. And if he, a gay man, had been caught off guard by the view, he could just imagine what Chris, a very confused woman, was feeling.

Matt went back to his seat after watching Chris take off in a steady run. She probably really needed to let off some steam.

Matt turned at the sound of the door sliding open, and then the voice.

â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with Chris?â€ Lynn asked, still toweling off.

â€œI think that she just needed some time alone,â€ Matt replied. â€œBut I hope that she doesnâ€™t lose track of time.â€

â€œShe has plenty of time,â€ Lynn answered.

Matt looked up at Lynn. â€œDo you think that you could wear anything a little more revealing?â€

â€œMatt, this is my tanning suit. Youâ€™ve seen it a million times and itâ€™s never made you uncomfortable before,â€ Lynn said as she walked toward the bedroom.

â€œItâ€™s not me that youâ€™re making uncomfortable,â€ he muttered to himself.

Halfway down the hall, Lynn turned around and smiled. â€œYouâ€™re not turning straight on me, are you?â€

â€œOoh, baby, I want your body!â€ Matt said as he grabbed a pillow from the couch and hurled it toward her.

Chrisâ€™s feet pounded the hard wet sand as she ran along the waterâ€™s edge. She passed by a group of guys playing football and thought to herself, See, I still think those guys are good looking. Next she came among some women in bikinis, sunning themselves. Stopping for a moment, she concentrated on each one, and then, realizing that she was staring, began her jog again. She smiled to herself. She had not thought one of them attractive. So what was going on between her and Lynn? Was it all in her mind? No, Matt had made that perfectly clear. She looked down at her watch and realized that she needed to quicken her pace to make it back to the house with time to shower. She reached the house with no answers to her questions. It was going to be a long night.

Lynn found herself sorting through everything in the closet. Jeez, what am I doing? she asked herself, thinking that she was looking not just for something suitable but something that would make her attractive to Chris. Get ahold of yourself! she thought, reminding herself of one fact about Chrisâ€”sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight, sheâ€™s straight! Grabbing a pair of black jeans, a red silk shirt, and her black boots, she proceeded to get dressed.

Lynn stepped out onto the patio deck and leaned on the railing, taking in the red and orange sunset. She glanced at a small figure coming down the beach. As it drew near, she saw that it was Chris.

â€œYouâ€™d better get your butt in gear, girl, you donâ€™t have much time!â€ Lynn yelled out to her.

Chris sped up as she reached the deck of the house and heard Lynnâ€™s voice. â€œOh God, here we go again!â€ she mumbled to herself as she felt her heart jump a beat seeing Lynn in the red silk shirt. Blowing in the breeze, it opened just enough to show a thin gold chain glimmering on her tan neckline.

â€œIâ€™m sorry, what did you say?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œOh, nothing, I said I lost track of time,â€ Chris puffed as she stretched out her leg muscles before entering the house.

â€œIs there anything I can do to help you get ready? Iron something maybe?â€ Lynn offered as she followed Chris into the house.

â€œThat would be great.â€ Chris pulled out a short black dress. â€œIt just needs a little touch-up.â€

â€œNo problem.â€ Lynn took the dress and headed to the ironing board. Sure, no problem., just seeing you in this dress is going to drive me crazy all night, she thought to herself.

And it did. Chris came into the living room, where Matt and Lynn sat waiting, with five minutes to spare. Matt glanced up at Chris. â€œWow! You look great! Doesnâ€™t she look great, Lynn?â€

Lynn did not want to look up. She raised her eyes slowly. Donâ€™t blush, donâ€™t blush, donâ€™t blush, she said to herself. Chris did look as good in the dress as she had imagined. Lynn immediately stood, turning so that Chris could not see her face just in case she was blushing. â€œYes, great! Are you guys ready to go?â€ They both nodded and began to file out the door.

â€œYou know, this is nice,â€ Marie commented. â€œNice to have a quiet evening between the big party last night and the big dance tomorrow night.â€

â€œBig dance?â€ Chris questioned as she shot a stabbing stare at Matt. Matt winced and smiled as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

â€œDidnâ€™t Matt tell you about the big annual hoedown?â€ Charles chuckled.

â€œNo,â€ Chris responded with a chuckle of her own. â€œA hoedown?â€

â€œOh, Chris! Itâ€™s so much fun!â€ Marie said. â€œI just love that two-step dancing!â€

Charles groaned then smiled as he patted his son on the back. â€œAnd this year Matt doesnâ€™t have an excuse not to dance.â€

Lynn laughed. â€œI would love to see Matt doing the two-step!â€

â€œLynn, I wish you would reconsider coming, although I understand.â€ Marie read Lynnâ€™s eyes.

â€œThanks,â€ Lynn said. â€œBut I think Iâ€™ll stick to the holiday dance at the bar. At least Iâ€™ll have someone to dance with there.â€

Charles interrupted by clearing his throat. â€œLynn, how about we go up to our suite so that I can show you the information on the investment that Iâ€™m interested in?â€

Lynn nodded and pushed back her chair.

Chris watched as the two left the room. It was very odd how Charles relied on Lynnâ€™s investment advice, considering that Lynn had no professional training.

Charles unlocked the door of the suite and ushered Lynn through the door. He walked over to the table and picked up a manila envelope.

Handing it to Lynn, he motioned for her not to open it. â€œPlease donâ€™t feel like you need to open it right now. Just take a look at it later and see what you think.â€

Lynn nodded. â€œWhat kind of money are we talking about, Charles?â€ she asked.

â€œWell, itâ€™s quite a chunk. But it promises a rate of return of about twenty percent.â€

Lynn looked suspicious. Nothing she knew of promised that kind of return these days. â€œAnd youâ€™re going to pull some of the funds from your established portfolio?â€

Charles raised his hand and scratched his chin in thought. â€œIâ€™m sure that you know about the loan I made Matt to start up his shop. The note comes due next month. If he comes up with the money, Iâ€™ll use that to make the investment. If not, which I highly suspect, yes, Iâ€™ll have to pull some out of my existing portfolio.â€

Lynn had no clue about the loan Charles spoke of. Wanting more details, she pretended to have forgotten. â€œWow, has it been that long already? I know heâ€™s told me, but I canâ€™t rememberâ€”how much is the balance on that loan?â€

â€œEnough to get into this investment. Somewhere around thirty thousand,â€ Charles answered.

Lynn nodded, but inside, she was angry. Was this what had Matt so troubled? This entire charade was due to money that he owed his dad? She could have solved this problem so easily! Then she remembered the last time that she tried to help Matt out. He adamantly refused, saying that he didnâ€™t want money to come between them because it could ruin their friendship.

Lynnâ€™s thoughts were interrupted by Charlesâ€™s question. â€œSo, youâ€™ll check this out for me then?â€

â€œNo problem, Charles. I should have something for you at the end of the week,â€ Lynn answered.

Charles ushered her out of the suite and into the elevator to return to their group.

â€œSo howâ€™s business going?â€ he asked.

â€œGood. Really good,â€ Lynn replied, still preoccupied with the recent conversation.

â€œSo the whole up-and-down thing with the stock market?â€

â€œOh, you know. It was bad for the short-term investors. But most of my clients are in it for the long haul.â€

Charles nodded. He was happy to have their investment relationship. The elevator opened and the two made their way back to the table.

Lynn sat down and put the packet beside her chair. Picking up her drink, she suddenly was shaken by Chrisâ€™s knee knocking against her own. She looked over at the woman who was deep in conversation with Marie, but received no response.

For a moment Lynn was lost in a daydream. She slid her hand onto Chrisâ€™s knee and continued up her soft skin, under the black dress, onto her upper thigh, turning inwardâ€¦

Her daydream was interrupted by another nudge from Chrisâ€™s knee. Shaking herself back into reality, she caught the gist of the topic at hand. Marie was talking about the details of a wedding she had just attended. Lynn heard the woman ramble onâ€”the flowers, the colorsâ€”thatâ€™s what Chrisâ€™s nudge had been about. She needed a way out of this conversation.

Lynn waited for Marie to pause, then butted in, â€œSo Marie, how was the gallery opening today?â€

Marie turned to Lynn. â€œOh Lynn, it was wonderful.â€

Chris rubbed her knee against Lynnâ€™s as if to say â€œThanks for the save.â€ Lynn tried to continue the conversation but had trouble concentrating because of the knee pressed against hers. Neither Chris nor Lynn moved for the rest of the evening.

Matt unlocked the door and plopped down on the couch while Chris excused herself and headed toward the bathroom. Lynn went to the refrigerator and grabbed three beers. Setting the beers down on the coffee table, Lynn asked Matt about the conversation that she had with Charles earlier.

â€œSo, I had an interesting conversation with your dad this evening,â€ Lynn said.

Matt reached for the beer and unscrewed the top. â€œYeah? What about?â€

â€œThe money you owe him,â€ Lynn said dryly as she opened her bottle.

Matt almost choked. â€œWhat?â€

Lynn took a drink from her botde and made a solemn face. â€œYou heard what I said.â€

Matt stood and started pacing. â€œI canâ€™t believe he said anything to you about it!â€

Lynnâ€™s face turned red with anger. â€œIs this what this charade is all about Matt? Money?â€

Matt kept pacing, ignoring the question.

â€œI donâ€™t understand. Why did you think being engaged would solve your problem?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œThe deal was, if I couldnâ€™t repay the loan when it came due, that I had to go to work for him. I thought that if he saw that I had a life here, a future here, that he wouldnâ€™t hold me to those terms. I thought maybe he would just give me an extension on the loan,â€ Matt explained, still pacing. He stopped and looked at Lynn. â€œWhat did he say about the loan? Do you think that heâ€™s still going to hold me to it?â€

Lynn shrugged and tried to control her temper. â€œMatt! This could be solved so easily!â€

Raising his voice, he answered defiantly, â€œNo! It canâ€™t Lynn!â€

â€œBut, Matt,â€ Lynn pleaded, â€œlet me help.â€

Mattâ€™s face showed his anger. â€œWeâ€™ve been through this before. I donâ€™t want your help!â€ With that, he stormed down the hall and slammed his door.

Chris walked into the living room. â€œDid I miss something?â€

Lynn shook her head and handed her the remaining beer.

Chris plopped down onto the sofa. â€œI have a small confession and a big favor to ask.â€

For some reason, Lynnâ€™s heart skipped a beat, thinking of how Chrisâ€™s knee had made her temperature rise earlier that evening. She listened as Chris continued.

â€œI donâ€™t know how to two-step,â€ she admitted. She looked at Lynn with begging eyes. â€œCan you teach me?â€

Lynn smiled. Another chance to hold Chris in her arms. Could her heart take it?

â€œSure, no problem,â€ her heart answered before she had time to think. She walked over to the stereo and found a country song with a good beat. Turning, she sauntered back over to Chris and offered her hand. Chris took it and stood for her lesson.

â€œWe put our hands together here,â€ Lynn said, placing their hands together. â€œAnd place your other hand here,â€ she went on, placing Chrisâ€™s hand on her shoulder. Lynn moved her other hand to the small of Chrisâ€™s back. â€œAnd my hand goes here.â€

Lynn continued the instructions. â€œI guess you could say itâ€™s a lot like the three-legged race that we ran yesterday. Pretend your legs are strapped to mine, and we move together like this.â€ Lynn began moving her feet to the beat. â€œWhen I first was learning, I had to count while I stepped. One, two, one, two,â€ she explained, showing her by example. Within minutes, they were gliding around the floor.

â€œSee, I knew you would pick it up quick!â€ Lynn exclaimed.

â€œYeah, itâ€™s not so hard, I guess, as long as you have a good leader,â€ Chris answered, still watching every step she made.

â€œWell, that could be a problem. Have you noticed that Matt has a hard time dancing?â€ Lynn asked.

Chris nodded, still watching her feet. â€œI thought the way he moved and everything, that he would be a good dancer.â€

â€œWell, thatâ€™s because heâ€™s not used to leading,â€ Lynn explained. â€œThe guys he usually dances with, lead. So itâ€™s really hard for him to switch.â€

â€œI guess I really never thought about it.â€ Chris finally looked up. â€œI guess that means that you tend to lead the women that you dance with, huh?â€

â€œYeah, just a natural born leader, I guess,â€ Lynn kidded.

The song on the stereo changed to a slower beat. Chris and Lynn slowed their steps, making the dance seem more intimate. Lynn was intoxicated by Chrisâ€™s perfume, floating in the air between them.

â€œSo, how do you slow-dance western style?â€ Chris asked softly, as they continued to move together.

Lynn reviewed the woman in her arms. She tried desperately not to concentrate on how the neckline of the dress fell, revealing Chrisâ€™s cleavage. Or how the thin straps had fallen from the shoulders and were now loosely hanging from her arms, revealing the soft, bare skin. She tried to discourage the thoughts of how her lips would feel as they made their way down from her neck, to her shoulders, toâ€¦ Finally, she decided to come clean.

â€œLook, Chris, Iâ€™m going to be brutally honest with you. Iâ€™m having some thoughts aboutyou that I shouldnâ€™t have. If Iâ€™m going to continue with this dance lesson, it would really help if you would change out of that dress.â€

Chris raised her eyes from Lynnâ€™s lips to her eyes. Ignoring Lynnâ€™s admission, she stepped closer to Lynn. Moving her hand from Lynnâ€™s shoulder to the back of her neck, she said seductively, â€œProbably not much differently than regular slow dancing, huh?â€

Lynn looked back into Chrisâ€™s eyes and swallowed hard. She felt her temperature rising quickly. Softly she replied, â€œJust basically tuck your hands in closer, like thisâ€â€”Lynn pulled their intertwined fingers close to her bodyâ€”â€and move in closer together, like this.â€ She demonstrated by pulling Chrisâ€™s body close.

Chris broke eye contact and lay her head on Lynnâ€™s shoulder. Lynn could feel Chrisâ€™s breath as Chris snuggled closer into her neck. Lynn was confused and lightheaded. What was this woman doing to her?

Their bodies were moving together when the song ended and a commercial began playing. Lynn both cursed and thanked the DJ under her breath, and began to pull away. Chris slid her hand from Lynnâ€™s neck up into her hair and moved her cheek so that it rested on Lynnâ€™s.

â€œPlease donâ€™t stop,â€ Chris whispered into Lynnâ€™s ear.

Lynn began to sway again. She slid her hand from Chrisâ€™s lower back down onto her firm buttock and pulled Chris even closer. Chris did not object.

Just a few more inches, Lynn said to herself, just a few more inches and their lips would be touching. She could already imagine Chrisâ€™s soft lips on hers. This is really going to happen, Lynn thought to herself.

And then something did happen. But not what Lynn had planned. Instead, Chris stopped abruptly, pulling away and staring over Lynnâ€™s shoulder. Lynn didnâ€™t want to look. She thought that she would turn to find Matt watching, and was frantically trying to think of an excuse for holding Chris like this. But instead, what she found was their reflection in the mirror hanging on the living room wall. She looked at Chris, who obviously hadnâ€™t been prepared for the image she sawâ€”two women in a romantic embrace.

Chris looked at Lynn, released her fingers, and backed away.

â€œLynn, Iâ€™m sorryâ€¦ I canâ€™tâ€¦ I justâ€¦â€ she mumbled as she put more distance between them. Running her fingers through her hair, Chris turned and scampered down the hall. Lynn heard the bedroom door shut. Damn that mirror! She had never liked it there. It would have to be destroyed.

Stumbling back, Lynn leaned against the back of a chair. She ran her hands across her face, then down the length of her body, down to the area where the burning remained. She could almost feel her wetness through the denim covering her heated pulse. God, what this woman did to her!

After regaining her composure, Lynn went into the kitchen and grabbed the pack of cigarettes hidden on top of the refrigerator. She quit smoking several years ago, but still felt the need when she needed to calm her nerves. Stepping out onto the deck, she lit a cigarette, leaned against the railing, and stared out into the darkness. She felt like she had been on an amusement park ride for the past week. And although she usually loved roller coasters, this one was making her ill.

Chris closed the bedroom door and collapsed against it. The image in the mirror had given her a shock. She peeled off her dress, which had stuck to her body from the heat penetrating from within. She threw back the sheets, turned off the light, and plopped down onto the bed. Her body writhed with frustration. She lay there staring up at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. Okay, she finally said to herself, she had to admit the attraction was there. It scared her senseless, but it was there. What if she had allowed it to go further tonight? What if they had kissed, what came next? What exactly do two women do? With those questions still unanswered in her mind, she drifted off to sleep, a very restless sleep.

Chapter Ten

â€œThat table over there is asking for you, hon,â€ Barb said to Lynn, pointing to table five. Lynn glanced over, and there sat Matt, Chris, Charles, and Marie.

â€œSo, where are you two handsome couples going on this fine day?â€ Lynn asked, trying to avoid Chrisâ€™s eyes.

â€œWeâ€™re just having breakfast together,â€ Marie announced cheerily. â€œActually, Charles and I are spending the afternoon with the Mayes. Lynn, you remember the Mayes, and their daughter Kay, donâ€™t you?â€ Marie asked and winked at Lynn. â€œSheâ€™s still single, you know!â€

Marie turned to Chris. â€œLynn went out with Kay once, you know.â€

Matt stopped the conversation immediately. â€œMom, you know that didnâ€™t work out.â€ Then, turning away, he chuckled and whispered to Chris, â€œHave Lynn tell you that story sometime.â€

No matter how hard Lynn had tried, she found her eyes drawn to Chrisâ€™s eyes. When their eyes met, Chris softly smiled, but Lynn could only look away. Chris saw hurt and sadness in those eyes. She could see she had caused some serious damage to whatever their relationship had become.

â€œAnd you have the big dance at the club tonight?â€ Lynn politely changed the subject.

â€œYes, we do. We all wish that you would join us, but we understand,â€ Marie answered. Lynn smiled, took their order, and handed it directly to the cook. She just wanted them to eat and leave so that she didnâ€™t have to look at Chris anymore.

â€œPut a rush on that, would you, Eddie?â€ Lynn said as she gave the cook their order.

The family was on their way within the hour.

Lynn walked in the door, threw her keys on the table, and let out a deep sigh.

â€œTough day at the office?â€ Matt kidded.

â€œMemorial Day must be some kind of aphrodisiac. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve had to avoid so many menâ€™s hands in all the time Iâ€™ve worked there,â€ Lynn replied.

Matt laughed. â€œI guess you didnâ€™t avoid the womenâ€™s hands?â€

â€œWouldnâ€™t you like to know?â€ Lynn joked back.

â€œHey.â€ Matt sat up, turned to face Lynn, and smiled. â€œThat reminds me. Tell Chris about Kay Maye!â€ Turning back to Chris, he said, â€œOr as we like to call her, â€˜Kay Will,â€™ as in Kay will do anything!â€

Lynn forced a smile. She really wasnâ€™t in the mood to tell the story. â€œYou start, Iâ€™ll fill in the details,â€ she said to Matt.

â€œOkay.â€ Matt started, â€œPicture this. My parents set up this blind date between Lynn and Kay. Lynn goes to pick her up, everything seems normal. She gets in Lynnâ€™s truck and is suddenly overcome by Lynnâ€™s perfume, or something! She starts unbuttoning her top, right there on the freeway, begging Lynn toâ€”whatever! Lynn almost gets in an accident trying to fend her off. I mean sheâ€™s in the truck like five minutes and she becomes a raving nympho!â€

Lynn remembers the situation and laughs. â€œIâ€™m going down the highway, trying to keep this woman from basically, sitting on my lap! I thought we were goners for sure.â€

Matt is laughing hysterically. â€œSo Lynn gets off the highway, stops the pickup, and is trying to get this woman to settle down. But the woman wonâ€™t stop. So Lynn has to take her home right there and then.â€

â€œI had to drive at like, 20 mph, trying to keep one hand on the wheel, and one hand out of her pants!â€ Lynn shook her head, still finding it hard to believe.

Chris broke in, â€œSo what happened when you took her home?â€

Lynn, slightly blushing, told her, â€œWell, I satisfied her. What a job. And let me tell you, it took forever. That woman had stamina!â€

â€œOh, like you didnâ€™t get a thing out of it?â€ Chris asked with a mischievous smile.

â€œNot really,â€ Lynn answered. â€œOh, unless you consider not having to pay for dinner and a movie.â€

Chris smiled, and shook her head in disbelief.

â€œWhat?â€ Lynn sat up and accused Chris, â€œAre you telling me that youâ€™ve had an orgasm every time that youâ€™ve been with a man?â€

Matt covered his ears. â€œGod, this conversation took a turn for the worse! You guys will talk about everything! Is there anything that you wonâ€™t share?â€

Reminded of last night, Lynn felt her stomach tighten. â€œExcuse me,â€ she said. She stood and proceeded down the hall.

Matt watched Lynn leave, then turned to Chris. â€œWow! Did the temperature just drop about a hundred degrees, or what?â€

Chris gave Matt a half smile, crossed her arms, and looked down at her lap. Lynn re-emerged in her running clothes. She slid open the glass door and escaped to the beach.

Lynn felt her feet slam into the wet sand. Usually her emotional weight lifted with each step. This afternoon it just seemed to drain all of the energy from her body. After a mile, Lynn stopped and sank into the loose sand. Taking a handful, she let it slowly run through her hand. She chuckled, â€œAs sand through an hourglass, so are the days of our lives.â€ What was she making such a big deal out of this for, anyway? Chris wasnâ€™t the only woman in the world. There would be plenty to choose from at the bar tonight. She rose and shook the sand from her body. Running back toward the house she had one thought on her mind: Tonight, she just needed to get laid.

Sitting on the deck, Lynn watched as the sun disappeared into the water. She had been careful to avoid Chris while she showered and dressed for the evening. Leaning back, she drew on her cigarette and felt the sensation of the smoke filling her lungs, then exhaled. She heard the sliding glass door open as she took a swig of beer and prayed that it was Matt. Her prayer went unanswered. She heard Chrisâ€™s voice.

â€œHey.â€

Lynn stood and leaned against the railing.

â€œDonâ€™t ignore me, Lynn, please.â€ Chris pleaded softly.

Turning, Lynn leaned with her back on the railing.

Chris looked at the woman before her. Her eyes took her in from head to toe. The dark emerald suede shirt gently blew in the breeze. It was unbuttoned, revealing the white tank top-style undershirt underneath. Her eyes traveled down to Lynnâ€™s nipples gently pushing against the material. Chris shivered, knowing how the soft suede would feel against her bare skin. She longed to reach out, to slide her palms across Lynnâ€™s breasts, down the tight black jeansâ€¦

â€œGod, you look great,â€ Chris said, breathless.

Lynn shook her head. Great, this is just what I needed, she thought to herself. She tried to act cool.

â€œYeah, well letâ€™s hope the women at the bar think so, too!â€ Lynn barely got out the words. To hide her nervousness, she drank the rest of her beer. â€œWell, gotta go!â€ Lynn said as she walked over to the door.

Chris moved out of her way. â€œHave a good time,â€ she mumbled. Lynn did not respond.

Matt climbed in behind the steering wheel. â€œLooks like Lynn has started smoking again.â€ He waited for a response, but when he didnâ€™t receive one, he continued, â€œShe only smokes when sheâ€™s really hot and bothered about something.â€ Casually looking over at Chris, he asked, â€œYou wouldnâ€™t happen to know anything about that, would you?â€

Chris shrugged and turned away, gazing out her passenger window. Matt shook his head and started the vehicle.

Lynn wandered into the bar and took a seat next to Sam.

â€œHey, youâ€™re looking pretty sexy tonight, girl!â€ Sam said.

â€œThanks,â€ Lynn said, clearly not excited by the attention.

â€œI can see that youâ€™re in a good mood. Still troubles at home?â€ Sam asked.

â€œYou canâ€™t even imagine,â€ Lynn said as she accepted the bottle that had been put down in front of her by one of the bartenders. She then filled Sam in on the details of the night before.

Sam shook her head. â€œI donâ€™t know what to tell you that I havenâ€™t already told you. You need to forget her, Lynn!â€

Lynn softly smiled and shrugged.

Sam smiled and leaned over to Lynn. â€œJeez! Youâ€™ve only been here a few minutes and youâ€™ve already got an admirer.â€ Sam looked over Lynnâ€™s shoulder. Lynn followed her point of vision to a pair of smiling dark brown eyes. The woman raised her glass as if to say hello.

Lynn raised her bottle back and turned to Sam. â€œWow! She could definitely help me forget!â€

Sam smiled and looked up. The woman approached their table and was scooting out a chair.

â€œBuy you a drink?â€ the woman asked. Then, feeling foolish when she saw Lynn already had a drink, she shyly laughed. â€œOrâ€¦ another drink?â€

Lynn nodded. Sam stood and said, â€œIâ€™ll see to that,â€ as a way of excusing herself, and walked away to get the drinks.

â€œHi. Iâ€™m Terri,â€ the woman said, extending her hand.

â€œLynn.â€

â€œI know who you are,â€ Terri said.

Sam brought the drinks back to the table and left again. Terri leaned forward. â€œWanna dance?â€

Lynn nodded once again and stood with Terri. Terri dug in her pocket, pulled out some cash, and threw it onto the table. The two joined the crowd on the dance floor.

After a couple of fast songs, the pair sat back down. Lynn finished her beer and started on another one. The two made small talk for a few minutes, until a slow song began.

â€œCome on! I thought theyâ€™d never play anything slow!â€ Terri said. She grabbed Lynnâ€™s hand and pulled her back out onto the dance floor.

Terri put her arms around Lynnâ€™s waist, allowing Lynn to lead.

â€œSo how do you know who I am?â€ Lynn asked. Terri was so close that she could feel the heat from her body.

â€œIâ€™ve seen you sing here before. You have a great voiceâ€¦ among other things,â€ Terri replied suggestively. â€œIâ€™ve always wanted to get to know you a little better.â€

â€œWell, what would you like to know?â€ Lynn asked.

Terri slid her hands down to Lynnâ€™s buttocks and slowly massaged the muscles. â€œI wanted to know if your ass felt as good as it looked up there on stage.â€

Lynn was taken aback. â€œWhat else did you want to know?â€

â€œMmmâ€¦ I wanted to know how your neck tasted.â€ Leaning closer, she nuzzled then began kissing the smooth skin.

Lynn closed her eyes, feeling the passion climbing inside. â€œWhat else?â€

Terri pulled her lips away and drew her finger across Lynnâ€™s lips. â€œI wanted to know if those lips that release that sexy voice were as soft as they look.â€

Lynn leaned over and hungrily kissed Terriâ€™s awaiting mouth. They continued the slow movement and kissing for several songs, through fast and slow, ignoring the others around them.

Lynn slowly pulled her lips away. â€œAnything else you want to know?â€

Terri smiled seductively. â€œNothing that you can show me in public.â€

Lynn smiled back. â€œSo this is basically a physical thing, right?â€

â€œDo you have a problem with that?â€ Terri replied.

Lynn simply answered, â€œWeâ€™ll need to go to your place.â€

Terri took Lynnâ€™s hand and led her out of the building. Lynn smiled and waved at Sam as they passed through the bar. Sam just shook her head.

Lynn followed Terri back to her place. Unlocking the door, Terri flipped on the lights. Lynn stood in the living room while the woman grabbed two beers from the refrigerator.

â€œNice place,â€ Lynn commented.

Terri handed her one of the bottles, took her hand, and led her down the hall. â€œItâ€™s even nicer in here.â€

While Terri turned on a soft lamp and put on a CD, Lynn guzzled down the beer. Terri moved toward her, and taking her into an embrace, began swaying to the soft music.

â€œNow where were we?â€ Terri said with a mischievous smile.

The two began moving just as they had in the bar. Terri rested her head on Lynnâ€™s shoulder. The music changed to a familiar song and for a moment Lynn flashed back to the previous night when she had been dancing with Chris, slowly rocking to the music, lips coming up to meet hers. She took the mouth hungrily. Lynn felt hot as hands moved from her back and smoothed over her breasts. She felt the heat grow as lips moved down her neck.

â€œOh, Chrisâ€¦â€ she moaned. She knew what she had done as soon as the words left her mouth.

Terri pulled back. Lynn smiled in embarrassment.

â€œYou can call me anything you want, baby,â€ Terri said excitedly and started unbuttoning Lynnâ€™s shirt.

Lynn grabbed Terriâ€™s hands to stop her. She suddenly realized that she could not go through with this. She could not have sex with someone pretending it was Chris.

Lynn backed away. Running her fingers through her hair, she apologized, â€œI am so sorry. I canâ€™t do this.â€

â€œWhat?â€ Terri exclaimed.

â€œI swear, this has never happened to me before, but I just canâ€™t go through with this. I canâ€™t seem to get someone else out of my mind.â€

â€œPlease tell me that â€˜Chrisâ€™ is a woman.â€

â€œYes. Unfortunately, a straight woman,â€ Lynn admitted.

Terri shook her head. â€œA straight woman? Lynnâ€¦â€

â€œLook, I know it sounds stupid, but I think she might be coming around, and if thereâ€™s a chanceâ€¦â€

Terri moved in toward her and traced her finger down the zipper of Lynnâ€™s jeans, coming to rest on the source of Lynnâ€™s heat.

â€œBut you have a sure thing here, baby. I can make you feel so goodâ€¦ let me soothe the heatâ€¦â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œTerri, I just canâ€™t,â€ she said as she backed out of the bedroom.

Lynn left Terri frustrated and let herself out of the apartment. Climbing into her truck she realized she was in no condition to drive. She pulled out her duffel bag and found and set her travel alarm, wishing that she was where she had been the last time she used the device. Folding up her jacket, she curled up on the seat and settled in for the night.

Matt and Chris collapsed into their chairs and groaned,

â€œI donâ€™t know when Iâ€™ve ever been so tired!â€ Chris complained.

Sam set two bottles of beer down on the table and pulled up a chair beside the two. â€œYou two cowpokes look like you could use a drink!â€ She laughed. â€œHowâ€™d the dance go?â€

â€œLetâ€™s just say that it will take a long time for my toes to heal!â€ Chris smirked.

Matt smiled sarcastically. â€œWhereâ€™s Lynn?â€ he asked, scouring the array of bodies for his friend.

â€œShe left already,â€ Sam answered.

â€œOh, I guess weâ€™ll just catch her at home then.â€

â€œNo, I donâ€™t think you will.â€ Sam smiled and winked at Matt,

â€œOh, you mean she left with someone.â€

â€œYeah, it was about time, too. They were all over each other,â€

Sam said to Matt, watching out of the corner of her eye for Chrisâ€™s reaction. What she wanted to see from Chris was that she didnâ€™t really care. What she saw was a look of disappointment, even hurt. Maybe her advice to Lynn wasnâ€™t that good after all, she thought to herself.

Chris tossed and turned under the sheets. She could not get the image from her mind of Lynn with another womanâ€”dancing, kissingâ€”but then what? What would Lynn be doing with this other woman tonight? Then it dawned on her. She knew where she could find out. She turned on the light, slid the bedside table drawer open, and picked up the novel she had found previously. She opened the book. Chapter one, page one.

Later on, Chris looked at the clock. After three, and Lynn still wasnâ€™t home. Looking back at the book in her hand, she found that she was about halfway through. She wouldâ€™ve been finished except that she had closed it and set it aside several times. Twice she had even turned off the light, just to turn it back on and reopen the story she had become obsessed with. She had no trouble staying awake. The book made her aware of things, thoughts and feelings that she had never let herself imagine. Although she could now admit that she was attracted to Lynn, she would not concede that she was like the women in the book. These women hopped from bed to bed, looking for sex with every woman they met. She had never had the desire to be with a woman before. And really, she questioned herself, did she want to be with Lynn in that way? All she really wanted was to be held, in those strong arms. Oh, brother. Chris watched the clock now intensely as it clicked minute by minute. She was definitely feeling jealous, and a little hurt, although she could not figure out why. She was the one who had pushed Lynn away What did she expect?

Chapter Eleven

Lynn woke to sunlight streaming through the window of the truck. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at her watch. Damn! What had happened to her alarm? Examining the clock, she laughed. The batteries had run out. Her little overnight bag wasnâ€™t infallible after all. She started the truck and raced toward the house.

Chris woke to hear someone rifling through drawers. â€œLynn?â€ she whispered. Rolling over, she looked at the clock. It was five in the morning.

â€œHey,â€ Lynn answered from the darkness of the room. â€œIâ€™m running really late. Gotta go.â€

Chris sank back into bed and thought to herself, I guess satisfying the woman had taken all night. I wonder if she had satisfied Lynnâ€¦

Lynn leaned against the railing of the deck, cooling down from the strenuous run she just completed. She realized she had only a few cigarettes left. Either she was going to have to get over her feelings for Chris, or she would have to buy a new pack. She lit the cigarette and drew in her first smoke, wishing that the nicotine didnâ€™t work so well at calming her nerves.

Matt slid the glass door open and stepped out onto the deck. â€œOh, real healthy, Lynn. What did you do? Go for a run before you lit one up? Did you really think that one would counteract the other?â€

Lynn kept her eyes on the waves crashing against the shore. â€œIs Chris here?â€ she asked.

â€œNot yet. I guess she went to the library today after class. Probably because she felt the tension here,â€ Matt quipped. Placing his hands on his hips, he continued in a sarcastic manner, â€œWhatâ€™s going on between you two, anyway? Are things not going according to your game plan?â€

Lynn turned and looked Matt straight in the eye. â€œItâ€™s not a game, Mattâ€ she said. Solemnly, she turned back to the water.

Matt was taken aback. With Lynn, romance had always been a game. It was always the thrill of the hunt. This was hard for him to comprehend. â€œYou meanâ€¦ what you mean isâ€¦â€

â€œWhat I mean is that I really care for her.â€ Lynn flung her arms in the air. â€œThere, I admit it! Iâ€™ve fallen for a straight woman!â€ she blurted out. â€œPretty stupid, huh?â€

Matt nodded. â€œYeah, pretty stupid.â€

â€œThanks for your support,â€ Lynn said, saluting him with her bottle.

Matt paused for a moment. Irritated, he asked, â€œIf you care for her so much, why did you go fucking around with that other woman last night?â€

Lynn sighed. â€œI didnâ€™t have sex with her.â€

Matt mimicked like he was cleaning out his ears. â€œExcuse me? I think I heard you wrong,â€ he said, never knowing Lynn to walk away from a woman primed and ready for a night of passion.

Lynn shook her head. â€œNo, you heard right.â€ She took a swig from the bottle. â€œPretty hard to believe, huh?â€

Matt nodded and walked over to join her at the railing. He couldnâ€™t believe that he hadnâ€™t seen this before. All this time he had been irritated at Lynn for lulling Chris into her trap. He thought back to the conversation that he and Chris had on Sunday. He had thought that Chris was just confused and had fallen victim to Lynnâ€™s charms. Now he had to look at the situation differentiy. Maybe Chris was confused over her feelings for Lynn because she was falling for Lynn, just like Lynn had fallen for her. Damn! How could he have been so blind! He was sure of it now. The questions Chris had asked him, the way she acted last night when she found out that Lynn had been with another womanâ€¦ He had to do something.

Matt turned to Lynn. â€œI canâ€™t believe that Iâ€™m going to say this. But I think that if you give Chris a little more timeâ€¦â€

â€œExcuse me?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œI think that she just needs a little more timeâ€¦ to sort out her feelings.â€

â€œI donâ€™t know if I can take it anymore, Matt. One minute I feel like itâ€™s going to happen, the next minute she pulls away.â€

â€œLynn, I think youâ€™ve forgotten what a real relationship is like. Youâ€™ve gotten so used to jumping into bed with people that youâ€™ve forgotten that a real relationship takes time. Thatâ€™s what youâ€™re talking about, right? A real relationship?â€

Lynn ran her fingers through her hair. â€œQuite frankly, the whole idea scares the hell out of me.â€

â€œWell, I guess you just better decide if sheâ€™s worth it. In my opinion, she is. She must be, sheâ€™s the first woman to get you this hot and bothered since I met you.â€ Matt backed away from the railing. â€œYou know, you surprise me. You have so much patience in your stupid investments, then something like this comes along and you canâ€™t handle it.â€

â€œI donâ€™t make stupid investments. Risky maybe, but not stupid,â€ Lynn snapped.

Matt looked her in the eyes. â€œI donâ€™t think Chris would be a stupid investment. Risky, but not stupid,â€ he said.

Lynn smiled at his hint of sarcasm and remembered why he was her best friend. He shrugged, then strolled back into the house, trying to figure out what he could do to help.

â€œYes, a very risky investment,â€ Lynn mumbled to herself. She snubbed out the fading cigarette and reached for another.

â€œHey, Lynn, keep your groupies away from the stage, would you?â€ Nikki called out,

Lynn stopped messing with the amplifier and turned around to see Terri standing in front of the stage. â€œFive minutes, okay guys?â€

Jumping down from the stage, she led Terri off to the side.

â€œHi,â€ Terri said shyly. â€œYou donâ€™t look too happy to see me.â€

Lynn smiled. â€œWell, I didnâ€™t think Iâ€™d see a reminder of one of my lifeâ€™s most embarrassing moments so soon.â€

Terri reached out and touched Lynnâ€™s arm, â€œYou shouldnâ€™t be embarrassed. I should be embarrassed.â€

â€œYou?â€ Lynn questioned.

â€œYeah,â€ Terri replied. Then looking down, she pretended to smooth out a crease in her jeans. â€œI donâ€™t usually come on quite that strong.â€

Lynn smiled and blushed, remembering the night before. â€œYeah, wellâ€¦ you donâ€™t have anything to be embarrassed about.â€

Fidgeting with a button on her shirt, Terri said, â€œLook, Lynn, I just wanted to come by and say that if things donâ€™t work out between you and that straight womanâ€¦ well, I really would like to get to know you better, and not just physically, okay?â€ Terri reached into her pocket, pulled out a small piece of paper, and handed it to Lynn. Lynn took the paper and examined the phone number she had just been given. Smiling, she thought that if things didnâ€™t work out with Chris, she would definitely call this woman.

Lynn shoved the paper into her pocket. â€œIâ€™m not sure Iâ€™ll be much company for a while if things donâ€™t work out between me and Chris.â€

Terri smiled seductively and reached out to touch Lynnâ€™s arm. â€œIâ€™d love to help you forget,â€ Then covering her face, she laughed. â€œGod, there I go again! Iâ€™d better leave while Iâ€™m ahead!â€

Around that time, Matt and Chris walked in and waved to Sam, who was tending bar.

â€œThe regular?â€ Sam called to Matt, who nodded and held up two fingers.

The couple strolled to the seating area and took seats at a table. Both noticed Lynn as soon as they walked in. She was speaking with an extremely attractive African-American woman. Chris watched the tall, thin woman who seemed to be very interested in Lynn as she spoke, and was frequently touching Lynnâ€™s arm.

Sam set the bottles of beer on the table, including one for herself, and sat down.

â€œWhoâ€™s that?â€ Matt asked Sam, nodding to the woman talking to Lynn.

Sam looked in the direction that Matt had nodded. As she began peeling the label off of her botde, she answered, â€œSheâ€™s the one Lynn was with last night.â€ Glancing up, she saw Chrisâ€™s intent stare at the two women talking. Sam continued, â€œI donâ€™t know if I wouldâ€™ve passed that one up.â€

â€œWhat do you mean?â€ Chris asked, suddenly interested in their conversation.

â€œLynn didnâ€™t sleep with her,â€ Matt answered, casually looking at Chris.

â€œShe didnâ€™t?â€ Chris said.

â€œThatâ€™s what I heard,â€ Sam replied, as she continued to watch Chris.

After Chris turned her eyes back to the women, Matt and Sam smiled at each other mischievously, glad to have conspired on the telephone that afternoon.

Terri began to walk away from Lynn but then suddenly turned around and said, â€œWhat was that bartenderâ€™s name last night? I think I may have shorted her on our drinks.â€

â€œHer name is Sam, but sheâ€™s not just the bartender, sheâ€™s the owner.â€

Lynnâ€™s eyes wandered to the bar looking for Sam and saw her sitting at a table with Matt and Chris. She definitely didnâ€™t want to go over there. She motioned to Terri. â€œSheâ€™s over there.â€

Terri nodded, turned, and walked over to the threesome.

Climbing back onto the stage, Lynn organized the other women and started rehearsal again.

â€œSam?â€ Terri asked as she leaned on the table.

Sam looked up to see Terri. She answered with a nod. â€œCan I help you with something?â€

â€œHi. Iâ€™m Terri.â€ She paused, looking at the group, then continued, â€œIâ€™m afraid I may have shorted you on my drinks last night, I was a little preoccupiedâ€¦â€

Sam smiled. â€œYes, I noticed.â€

Terri blushed. â€œYou see, when I got home I noticed that I probably gave you two ones instead of two fives.â€ Terri handed over the two five-dollar bills.

Sam raised her hand up to show that she was not going to take her money. â€œDonâ€™t worry about it.â€ Then, remembering her manners, she scooted out her chair and stood to make further introductions. â€œTerri, these are Lynnâ€™s friends, Matt and Chris.â€

Terri gave a full smile and extended her hand to Chris. â€œSo, youâ€™re Chris! Oh, and Matt, nice to meet you, too!â€

Chris shook her hand in confusion, not understanding why Terri knew her name.

â€œPlease join us,â€ said Matt.

â€œNo, I really need to get going, but thanks anyway.â€ Terri turned to Sam, again offering her the cash. â€œAre you sure you wonâ€™t take this?â€

Sam shook her head. â€œNope. Just grace this place with your pretty face again sometime!â€

Terri nodded and left.

â€œGod! Was I just flirting?â€ Sam said in embarrassment.

Matt patted her on the back. â€œI believe you were!â€

â€œWhatever you do, donâ€™t tell Beth!â€ Sam made Matt promise not to tell.

Matt placed his hand over his heart. â€œI promise. Now if you two will excuse me, I need to visit the little boysâ€™ room.â€ Matt stood and walked toward the restrooms.

Sam turned to Chris. â€œAs if heâ€™s a little boy!â€

The two sat in silence for a moment watching the action on the stage.

Chris broke the silence. â€œSo, Iâ€™ve been in here several times now and Iâ€™ve never seen your .,. significant other.â€

Sam looked down, still tearing at the label on the bottle. â€œBeth doesnâ€™t come in very often. Itâ€™s hard for herâ€¦ sheâ€™s a recovering alcoholic.â€ Looking up at Chris, she smiled. â€œImagine thatâ€”a bartender falling in love with an alcoholic.â€ Then looking back down at the torn paper she explained further, â€œOf course, thatâ€™s not how we met or anything. She had gone on the wagon way before she met me. But I already owned the bar, she knows I love it, soâ€”â€

Sam stopped in mid-sentence and looked Chris straight in the eye. â€œIt just goes to show you, you canâ€™t help who you fall in love with. Sometimes your heart just has a mind of its own.â€

Chris nodded, then contemplating if Sam had an ulterior motive with the statement, cocked her head to the side and reexamined the look on Samâ€™s face. Sam just smiled and went back to work on her label.

Later that night, Lynn arrived home and threw her keys on the table. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the dim light of the television, but she could see Chris sitting by herself on the couch. Lynn placed her jacket across the back of the couch, signifying to Chris that she was not going to stay at home. Chris muted the sound on the television set.

â€œYou going out again?â€ Chris asked.

â€œYeah, Iâ€™m going over to Terriâ€™s place,â€ Lynn replied, not meeting Chrisâ€™s eyes.

There was silence for a minute while Lynn emptied her pockets on the table.

â€œYou didnâ€™t sleep with her,â€ Chris stated quietly.

Lynn, pretending to review the piece of paper that she had found in her pocket, replied, â€œMatt has a big mouth.â€

â€œWhy?â€ Chris asked.

â€œExcuse me?â€ Lynn asked back.

Chris rephrased her question. â€œI mean, why didnâ€™t you sleep with her?â€

Lynn looked up and found Chrisâ€™s eyes waiting for an answer. â€œIâ€™ll answer that if you answer a question for me.â€

Chris shrugged and motioned for Lynn to continue.

Lynn paused, trying to figure out exactiy how to pose the question. â€œWhy do you want to know?â€

Chris was clearly taken aback by the question. â€œWhat?â€

â€œWhy do you want to know?â€ Lynnâ€™s voice took on a frustrated tone. â€œI mean if you donâ€™t know by now!â€ Lynn started pacing, then stopped. â€œI think itâ€™s obvious, Chris! I think itâ€™s pretty damn clear just exactly why I couldnâ€™t have sex with her!â€ Exasperated, Lynn raised her hands and strode over to the hallway.

Trying to calm her temper, she stopped and looked back. â€œLetâ€™s just say that it was tempting but it wasnâ€™t who I really wantedâ€¦â€ Lynn paused, then continued, â€œAnd if there was a chance, well, I decided that it was worth the wait.â€ Looking Chris straight in the eye, she asked, â€œWhat do you think?â€

She leaned forward to hear Chrisâ€™s quivering whisper. â€œIâ€™m sorry. I donâ€™t know what to say. I just know that Iâ€¦â€ Chris was trying to organize her thoughts and, looking at Lynn, finally was able to spit out, â€œwant you here with me.â€ She looked at Lynn and tried to blink away the tears in her eyes.

Lynn didnâ€™t know quite what to do. She broke away from Chrisâ€™s gaze, walked to the bathroom, and shut the door quietly. She turned on the light and leaned against the counter. Lynnâ€™s wall, that she had worked so hard building all day, was crumbling. Her memory kept repeating what Matt had said, â€œJust give her a little more time.â€ She opened the door a crack and saw Chris still struggling with her tears. Running her hands through her hair, Lynn called out, â€œIf I stay, do I get some popcorn?â€ She saw the smile emerge on Chrisâ€™s lips, and the nod that followed. Lynn closed the door, looked in the mirror, and said to herself, Yes, Iâ€™d like to buy another ride on the roller coaster, please.

Lynn grabbed the popcorn bowl, set it between them, and plopped down on the end of the couch.

â€œDonâ€™t you need to make a call?â€ Chris asked Lynn. Lynn looked confused.

â€œTo Terri, to tell her that youâ€™re not coming over?â€

Lynn smiled and shook her head. â€œI wasnâ€™t really going over to Terriâ€™s.â€

â€œWhere were you going?â€

Lynn shrugged. She really didnâ€™t know. She just hadnâ€™t wanted to stay there.

After a moment, Chris asked, â€œAre you going to sit way over there?â€

â€œIâ€™m afraid so,â€ Lynn replied. â€œI believe itâ€™s probably safer that way.â€

â€œSafer for whom?â€ Chris teased.

Lynn smiled. â€œProbably for both of us.â€ She stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Swallowing, she asked, â€œWhat are we watching tonight?â€

â€œGhost is on the movie channel,â€ Chris said after scanning the TV Guide.

Lynn, remembering the scene in the movie at the pottery wheel, vetoed that selection. â€œI donâ€™t think so.â€

â€œAliens is on another channel,â€ Chris said sarcastically, then looked at Lynn.

â€œYeah, thatâ€™s safe,â€ Lynn replied.

Chris shook her head and switched the channel to Ghost anyway. Looking over at Lynn, she smiled mischievously. â€œI believe whoever has possession of the remote control, gets to decide!â€

â€œIs that right? Well, weâ€™ll see about that!â€ Lynn said as she lunged toward the remote. Chris drew it into her body, protecting the device. As the two began wrestling, they fell off the couch and the popcorn spilled onto the floor.

â€œHold on.â€ Lynn motioned for Chris to be quiet. â€œWas that just a knock on the door?â€

The two listened for a moment. Then came another knock.

Lynn tiptoed over to the door and looked into the peephole.

â€œItâ€™s Charles and Marie!â€ Lynn whispered. â€œWhat kind of people drop by at eleven oâ€™clock at night? Go get Matt!â€

â€œJust a minute!â€ Lynn called to the couple at the front door, then turned back to Chris, who hadnâ€™t budged.

Chris shook her head. â€œI guess I neglected to mention that heâ€™s not home. He left with some guy named Paul.â€

Lynn ran her fingers through her hair. â€œWhat are we going to do? Both of your cars are out there! Isnâ€™t that going to look kind of funny?â€ she asked Chris, who looked like she had just had a brainstorm.

Chris jumped up and hurried down the hall. â€œGo ahead and let them in!â€

â€œWhat?â€ Lynn said, panicking.

Chris stuck her head around the corner. â€œTrust me! Go ahead and let them in!â€ Then Lynn heard a door shut.

Lynn swung the door open. â€œIâ€™m sorry it took me so long! I spilled my popcorn,â€ she explained as she pointed to the mess on the floor.

â€œNo problem, dear.â€ Marieâ€™s eyes searched the living room. â€œWhereâ€™s the kids? We saw Chrisâ€™s car still out front and thought weâ€™d stop by for ice cream.â€ Marie held out a bag from a local creamery.

â€œUmmâ€¦â€ Lynn searched for something to say, then as if on cue, she heard a door open and Chrisâ€™s voice from down the hall.

â€œWhat do you want, babe?â€ Chris said loud enough for her voice to carry. Then pretending to answer Mattâ€™s question, she laughed. â€œGod, Matt, let me have a break! I need sustenance!â€ Lynn heard the door close lightly and footsteps coming down the hall. Just then, Chris emerged.

Clad in just one of Mattâ€™s button-down oxford shirts, Chris emerged from the hall, looked over at the couple still standing at the door, and pretended to stop dead in her tracks.

â€œMr. and Mrs. McKinley!â€ Chris exclaimed. Acting embarrassed, she pulled the shirt, which had only a few buttons buttoned, unevenly at that.

Charles turned away and remarked to his wife, â€œSee, I told you that eleven oâ€™clock was too late!â€ Then turning back to Chris, trying to hold in a smile of pride for his son, said, â€œIâ€™m sorry, please forgive us. Weâ€™ll see you all tomorrow!â€

Marie, obviously embarrassed, rushed to Chris and handed over the bag of ice cream. â€œHere, itâ€™s his favorite,â€ she said. She turned and was escorted out the door by her husband.

Lynn closed the door and gave a sigh of relief.

â€œThis worked out great!â€ Chris laughed, holding out the bag of ice cream. â€œMakes up for the spilled popcorn!â€ She opened the bag, pulled out a carton of orange sherbet, and shrugged. â€œFigures!â€

Lynn rolled her eyes. Chris was getting too good at acting.

Chris leaned over to pick up the receipt that had fallen out of the bag. â€œCome on! Letâ€™s dig in!â€

Lynn unconsciously watched as the shirt fell away from Chrisâ€™s skin to reveal just enough of Chrisâ€™s breasts to make her quiver.

â€œUmmâ€¦ not until you put some more clothes on,â€ Lynn said to Chris, who shrugged, handed Lynn the ice cream, and pattered back down the hall. Lynn thought there was nothing sexier than a woman wearing only a button-down shirt.

Lynn picked up the remote and changed the channel to Aliens. Setting the remote back onto the table, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of spoons. Chris had added a pair of shorts to her wardrobe and was changing the channel back to the previous movie.

â€œChris!â€ Lynn whined as she motioned toward the picture on the tube.

Chris took the remote and slid it under the band of her shorts. â€œSorry. If you want it, youâ€™ll have to come and get it!â€

â€œOkay, then you canâ€™t have any ice cream!â€ Lynn teased, plopping down with the carton and the spoons on the far end of the couch.

â€œFine!â€ Chris replied, plopping down in the other corner.

Lynn took the lid off of the ice cream and dug a spoon in the center of the mixture. She could tease just as well as Chris. Besides, it would do Chris good to receive some of her own medicine. She put a spoonful in her month and slowly withdrew the utensil. â€œUmmmâ€¦â€ she moaned as she let the ice cream linger in her mouth.

â€œSure you donâ€™t want some?â€ Lynn smiled as she dipped the spoon into the ice cream again. This time drawing out only a tiny bit of the substance, she waved the spoon in Chrisâ€™s direction and coaxed Chris out of her corner. Chris crawled across the couch on her hands and knees and reached for the spoon with her mouth. Lynn brought the spoon close to Chrisâ€™s mouth, then pulled it away; brought it close, then pulled it away; and finally let the spoon rest on Chrisâ€™s awaiting tongue.

Another spoonful was dipped, this time more than overflowing with the mixture. Lynn offered it to Chris, who took it all into her mouth. A drop escaped from her lips, and made its way down her chin. Lynn leaned forward, so close that Chris thought Lynn was going to capture the liquid with her tongue. Chris swallowed hard, feeling her heartbeat grow faster. Chris wiped the cream from her chin with her index finger and offered it to Lynn. Lynn took Chrisâ€™s finger in her mouth and sucked off the orange juice.

This teasing is getting pretty serious, Lynn thought to herself, as her body began to overheat. She took the next spoonful and playfully licked it off the utensil, savoring every last drop. Then dipping in again, Lynn took the spoonful, and leaning forward, traced the full spoon up Chrisâ€™s bare skin, from the first fastened shirt button all the way up Chrisâ€™s neck to her chin, and finally, to her mouth.

Chris felt the liquid dripping down her warm skin, then felt the excitement of Lynnâ€™s tongue as she licked the melting dessert from her skin. â€œOh my God!â€ Chris let escape under her breath.

After removing the creamy treat from Chrisâ€™s skin, Lynn brought her face up to Chrisâ€™s face. â€œExcuse me? Did you say something?â€ Lynn whispered, her lips only a breath away.

Chris looked into Lynnâ€™s eyes, then paused, trying to regain her composure. Her heart was racing, her skin hot, not to mention the burning below. She scooted back and away from Lynnâ€™s hot body. She watched as Lynnâ€™s eyes traveled from her eyes, down her neck, to her breasts and then watched as Lynnâ€™s mouth slowly formed a smile.

Chris looked down to find her nipples taut, pushing their way through the cloth. She crossed her arms, trying to hide her arousal. â€œYou know, Iâ€™m suddenly feeling exhausted!â€ she said as she stood, ready to make her escape,

â€œNo more ice cream?â€ Lynn teased.

â€œNo, I think Iâ€™ll just head off to bed,â€ Chris replied, feeling her face hot with desire. She turned and staggered down the hall, stopping as she heard Lynnâ€™s voice.

â€œHey, arenâ€™t you forgetting something?â€ Lynn called.

Chris paused and turned around. Forgetting something? Like wanting to tear off this shirt, right here and now, to expose my nipples for you to lick and bite and suck until I come in your arms? she thought to herself, suddenly recalling passages from the book she had read the previous night.

Lynn watched her and smiled. â€œThe remote, please?â€

Chris felt her face turn even redder, if that was possible. She padded back down the hall, withdrew the remote control from the band of her shorts, and handed it to Lynn.

Lynn reached, lingering on Chrisâ€™s fingers still grasping the device. Chris, feeling an inner spark run through her body, immediately released it.

â€œGood night,â€ Chris whispered. She turned and backed her way down the hall.

â€˜â€Night!â€ Lynn called after her in satisfaction.

Chapter Twelve

Chris slid into the booth at the cafe and caught Lynnâ€™s eye across the room. Lynn finished with her customer and made her way over to the booth.

â€œHey, I thought you had some kind of lab class this afternoon.â€ Lynn looked at her watch. â€œItâ€™s only one-thirty.â€

Chris smiled. â€œMy lab was canceled this afternoon. Can you get away early? I thought maybe we could go catch a movie.â€

Lynn looked around the restaurant. It wasnâ€™t that busy. Then she caught herself. Sitting close to Chris, in a dark placeâ€¦ maybe she shouldnâ€™t. She was still horny from last night.

â€œWhat? Come on, itâ€™s not that busy in here!â€ Chris whined.

Lynn smiled, and against her better judgment, agreed to leave in fifteen minutes. Grabbing a paper from the counter, she placed it in front of Chris so that she could review the movie times while she asked another waitress to cover for her,

â€œMy truck or your car?â€ Lynn asked as they walked out into the warm sun.

â€œLook at my car. Do you really want to go anywhere in that car?â€ Chris joked.

The two slid into the truck and headed to the movie theater.

â€œSo what are we seeing?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œIf I tell you, youâ€™ll probably turn around and go back to work, so letâ€™s just let it be a surprise.â€ Chris smiled mischievously.

â€œGreat. Some romantic flick, right? Look, I like a good romantic movie as well as the next guyâ€”erâ€”woman, but I just donâ€™t think itâ€™s a good idea,â€ Lynn explained.

â€œShut up and drive, woman!â€

Lynn parked the truck in the parking garage next to the theater and opened Chrisâ€™s door for her.

â€œMan, I hardly ever get a man to open my door for me!â€ Chris exclaimed.

â€œWell, maybe youâ€™ve just been dating the wrong gender, maâ€™am,â€ Lynn kidded.

Chris slid out and they walked to the ticket booth. Lynn grabbed Chrisâ€™s hand from her wallet, pulled out the money from her own pocket, and paid for the tickets.

â€œStruggling student, remember?â€ Lynn looked at Chris and smiled.

The women entered into the lobby where they were met with the heavenly aroma of freshly popped corn and warm butter.

â€œPopcorn?â€ Lynn asked, already knowing the answer.

Chris smiled and nodded. â€œIâ€™ll go to the bathroom while you get it, okay?â€

Lynn purchased the popcorn and soda and was leaving the line when she answered a tap on her shoulder. Thinking it was Chris, she swung around with a smile. The smile quickly faded when she turned to findâ€¦ Susan.

â€œHello, stranger,â€ Susan said seductively.

Lynn felt the blood draining from her face and her knees beginning to buckle. Susan reached up to trace the line of hoops in Lynnâ€™s ear.

â€œYou look great, Lynn. I hardly recognized you with your hair so short. I love the earrings, they make you look so sexy.â€

Lynn promptly removed her hand and backed away.

â€œIs that any way to greet me? After all we had together?â€ Susan questioned, moving again toward Lynn.

â€œOh, yes, Iâ€™m sorry, forgive my manners. We parted on such good terms, didnâ€™t we?â€

â€œYou never let me explain, Lynn. You disappeared without letting me explain,â€ Susan said in her bedroom voice. Placing her hand on Lynnâ€™s cheek, she continued, â€œLetâ€™s go somewhere and talk.â€

Just then, Chris walked up and cleared her throat. Lynn pushed Susanâ€™s hand away from her face.

Lynn quickly made introductions. â€œChris, Susan. Susan, Chris.â€

â€œSusan?â€ Chris said as she felt her heart drop.

Susan swung around to find Chris staring at her. â€œIs this who youâ€™re fucking now, Lynn? A little young, isnâ€™t she?â€

Chris looked at Lynn, and seeing the shock and hurt in her eyes, decided to answer the question herself.

â€œThe answer would be yes. Of course we donâ€™t really like to call it â€˜fucking,â€™ Susan, we prefer â€˜making love.â€™â€ Chris paused as if remembering something, then looking at Lynn she smiled mischievously and began again. â€œWell, I guess we could call that time under the pier â€˜fuckingâ€™ and that time in the restroom in that Mexican restaurant, that was definitely â€˜fucking.â€™ God, this whole subject is making me quite hotâ€¦â€ Chris fanned herself with her hand.

â€œSo has she lived up to her reputation? You know, the best at everything she does?â€ Susan asked sarcastically.

â€œWell, I donâ€™t know about her reputation, but itâ€™s the best sex Iâ€™ve ever had,â€ Chris answered with a straight face.

â€œYes, she is good. But then again you havenâ€™t had me,â€ Susan snapped back.

Lynn felt her blood flowing again and took her turn. â€œShe wouldnâ€™t have you, Susan. Sheâ€™s a much better judge of character than I obviously was.â€

Susan acted shocked. â€œLynn Gregory, are you actually admitting you made an error in judgment? Wow! Miss Perfect made a mistake!â€

Lynn raised her voice and felt her face turn red. â€œIf you remember my temper at all, I suggest you leave before you see it again.â€

Susan raised her hands in surrender and looked at Chris while backing away â€œIf you ever want to try a real woman, I believe Lynn has my number,â€ she said.

Lynn was livid. How dare she say those things! And to say that Chris was too young? After all, most of her affairs had been with her own students, college students. And right in front of her, to make a pass at her dateâ€¦ Lynn stopped. Chris was not her date.

Chris stepped toward Lynn and put her hand on her arm. â€œAre you okay?â€

â€œYeah, thanks for stepping in like that,â€ Lynn replied

Chris took the snacks from Lynn and motioned for her to lead the way to the theater. The two walked into the darkness and took their seats. Lynn chose seats at the back, to the side.

â€œSo, you have a temper, huh?â€ Chris smirked.

â€œYeah, not something Iâ€™m real proud of,â€ Lynn admitted and lowered her eyes.

Chris smiled, remembering what Lynn did to the man in the cafe the other day â€œWell, I saw what you did to that guy in the cafe. If you have a temper to go with thatâ€¦â€

â€œDonâ€™t worry. Iâ€™ve really been working on it. Iâ€™m as cool as a cucumber these days!â€ Lynn assured her.

The lights went dim, signaling the start of the movie trailers. A couple wandered in and took seats just down the row. Lynn watched as they seated themselves.

â€œOh, great!â€ Lynn exclaimed. Chris turned to see what was going on just as Susan gave them a little wave.

â€œJust ignore her and enjoy the movie. Iâ€™m here to protect you,â€ Chris soothed her.

The movie trailers over, the main feature began. Lynn tried to calm her racing heart, though she wasnâ€™t sure if it was due to Susan, or because Chrisâ€™s knee was resting against hers. Lynn talked herself into concentrating on the movie, and was enjoying the plot until she felt a hand on her knee.

Chris leaned over and whispered into Lynnâ€™s ear, â€œSusanâ€™s watching. You can take my hand if you want to continue our â€˜charade.â€™â€

Lynnâ€™s racing heart came to a stop. She felt short of breath. Why did this woman do this to her? Ignoring the question in her mind, she slowly took Chrisâ€™s hand into her own. Chris intertwined their fingers and snuggled her body closer. Lynn didnâ€™t care that Susan was there anymore, she just wanted this movie to last forever.

The picture continued, right into the scene where the two main characters made love for the first time. Lynn was embarrassed as she felt her hands getting sweaty.

Chris must have noticed, too, as she released her hand and leaned over to whisper to Lynn again. â€œWhy donâ€™t you put your arm around me?â€ she suggested.

Lynn hesitated but remembered that they were seated in a safe area. No one could really see the activity in the back by the wall. Lynn always sat there just for that reason.

Lynn slowly raised her arm and slid it around Chrisâ€™s shoulder. She absentmindedly caressed the skin on Chrisâ€™s upper arm. Chris moved even closer. Now Lynn was praying for the movie to end. Here she was watching two people having sex on the screen, and with the excitement of Chrisâ€™s body so close, she thought she might explode.

Luckily, Lynn made it to the end of the movie. She hoped Chris wouldnâ€™t want to discuss the plot on the way home. She hadnâ€™t really paid attention to anything since she had placed her arm around Chrisâ€™s shoulder. The movie credits rolled onto the screen and Lynn reluctantly removed her arm from its position. Chris rested her hand on Lynnâ€™s arm and remained seated tightly next to Lynn. They sat in this position until the lights were raised and the people began shuffling out.

â€œGood movie, huh?â€ Susan said to the couple as she stood, completely ignoring the woman she was with.

Lynn simply looked up and said, â€œGood-bye, Susan.â€

Susan huffed and ushered her date down the aisle, leaving Chris and Lynn alone.

â€œWell, I think that went quite well, donâ€™t you?â€ Chris asked sofdy as she looked straight ahead.

â€œUh-huh,â€ was all Lynn could get out of her mouth. She decided that sheâ€™d rather concentrate on cooling down the heat between her legs than make conversation at that moment.

Chris wasnâ€™t in a hurry to move either. She looked down to her nipples hoping that they werenâ€™t showing her arousal. Unfortunately, they were. Chris crossed her arms, hiding the protruding lumps. She didnâ€™t understand. She had never been that aroused simply by having a manâ€™s arm around her. But yet here she was. She had been turned on just by Lynnâ€™s hand in hers. Finally, feeling her chest returning to normal, she stood.

â€œReady?â€ Chris asked.

Lynn nodded, stood, and made her way down the aisle followed closely by Chris. The two exited the auditorium and made their way through the lobby.

Upon their approach, an employee swung the exit door open and asked, â€œWas the movie good?â€ He looked confused as the women walked out the door and both muttered under their breath, â€œWhat movie?â€

The two walked to the truck in silence. Lynn opened the door for Chris and then proceeded to open her door and slide in behind the wheel, all in silence. It wasnâ€™t until they had pulled onto the city street that Chris dared to ask the question that was on her mind.

â€œSo, this is the first time that youâ€™ve seen her?â€

Lynn sighed heavily. â€œYeah.â€

Turning toward Lynn, Chris continued, â€œWas she always soâ€”â€

â€œBrash?â€ Lynn finished her sentence.

Chris chuckled. â€œYeah, brash, thatâ€™s a good description.â€

â€œI guess so,â€ Lynn answered. â€œI hadnâ€™t really seen it that way before.â€

â€œCan I ask what you saw?â€

â€œI think I just admired her self-confidence.â€

Chris shook her head slowly. â€œI just canâ€™t imagine you with her.â€

Lynn laughed. â€œIâ€™m glad. I guess that Iâ€™ve changed a lot in the past year.â€

Several minutes passed as Lynn replayed in her mind everything that Susan had said. Had Susan really believed that Lynn thought of herself as perfect? Had that been the problem?

â€œIf it matters at all, I donâ€™t think youâ€™re perfect.â€

Lynn snapped her head toward the direction of the statement. â€œHow did you knowâ€¦â€

Chris softly smiled and shrugged. â€œI just knew that it would bother you.â€

â€œWell, your opinion matters a great deal. But do I act like I think that Iâ€™m perfect?â€

â€œSometimes.â€ Then laughing, Chris continued, â€œBut I never take you seriously!â€

Lynn joined in Chrisâ€™s laughter. â€œYou and Matt, youâ€™re really good for me.â€

Chris turned forward and pretended to dust off the dashboard. â€œSoâ€¦ you wouldnâ€™t mind keeping in touch with me after this little charade is over?â€

Lynnâ€™s heart burst with happiness. She tried to calm her voice before answering. Unfortunately, her brain and tongue did not cooperate. â€œIâ€™d love to touchâ€¦â€ Lynnâ€™s face turned red. â€œWhat I meant wasâ€¦â€

Chris smiled softly and her eyes warmed Lynnâ€™s heart. â€œIâ€™ll take that as a yes.â€

â€œWhose car is that?â€ Lynn asked as they climbed out of her truck in front of the house.

Chris shrugged. â€œAre you sure it isnâ€™t another one of your old girlfriends? They seem to be coming out of the woodwork today.â€

Lynn unlocked the door and pretended to strangle Chris as they walked into the living room.

â€œAre you killing my fiancee?â€ Matt asked from the couch. Sitting next to him was a very attractive man.

Lynn laughed. â€œAnd youâ€™re next if you donâ€™t introduce us to your friend within the next ten seconds.â€

Paul stood. â€œHi, Iâ€™m Paul. You must be the best friend and enemy.â€ And then turning to Chris, he remarked, â€œAnd you must be my competition,â€

That got a chuckle out of Chris. â€œWell, I donâ€™t think that I have the necessary parts to be any kind of competition.â€

Lynn had to put her two cents in after that comment. â€œOh, I think you have great parts!â€

Matt groaned. Paul clapped his hands together. â€œGirl, you and I are going to get along just fine!â€

The four sat around the living room sharing stories and laughter over drinks. Suddenly, Lynn looked at Chris. â€œDid you happen to tell Matt what happened last night?â€

Chris shook her head and turned to Matt. â€œWe had sex last night.â€

â€œWell, Iâ€™m gone for one night and I miss all the fan!â€ Matt chuckled and looked over at Paul.

Lynn, feeling like the statement needed some clarification, looked over at Matt. â€œNo, she means you had sex last night,â€ she said, motioning to Matt and Chris. She looked at Chris, who had lowered her head and was blushing at the misunderstanding.

â€œWell! I guess I really did miss something! Was I good?â€ Matt kidded.

â€œYou were terrific!â€ Chris responded and then filled him in on the details of what had happened the night before.

â€œYou shouldâ€™ve seen the looks on your parentsâ€™ faces!â€ Lynn laughed.

Mattâ€™s face looked panicked as he quickly glanced at his watch. â€œSpeaking of my parents, weâ€™re meeting them in an hour.â€

â€œUh-oh,â€ Chris remarked. â€œIâ€™d better go get in the shower. Lynn, do youâ€¦â€

â€œWant to join you?â€ Lynn finished her sentence with a straight face.

Chris smiled. â€œIn your dreams!â€ she answered as she made her way down the hall.

Lynn looked at the men and shrugged. â€œCanâ€™t blame a girl for trying!â€

An hour later, the three joined Charles and Marie, who were waiting in front of the restaurant. Charles immediately approached and put his arm around Matt. â€œHey son, hope we werenâ€™t too much of an interruption last night!â€ Laughing, he pulled his arm tight around his son as if to show Matt that he was proud of him.

Marie blushed and turned to Chris. â€œWe really are sorry about barging in last night.â€

Chris, pretending to be embarrassed, laughed softly.

The next hour dragged on, partly because of the slow service, but mosdy because the conversation lulled. Lynn attributed it to Marie, who kept her fingers at her temples most of the evening.

When Marie excused herself from the table, Matt seemed to jump at the opportunity to call it an early evening.

A short time later, the three walked out of the restaurant and into the lobby. Matt turned to Chris and asked, â€œWould you mind if Lynn took you home? Since itâ€™s so early, I thought that I might drop in on Paul.â€

â€œWerenâ€™t you with him all afternoon? Matt, is this serious?â€ Lynn kidded. â€œBut I promised to stop by Sam and Bethâ€™s place.â€

Matt rolled his eyes and looked at Chris for her answer.

â€œI donâ€™t mind, if Lynn doesnâ€™t mind me tagging along,â€ Chris said.

â€œNo problem,â€ Lynn responded.

Lynn turned onto the highway and headed toward their next destination.

â€œSam told me about Beth being an alcoholic,â€ Chris remarked. â€œThat has to be hard, her owning the bar and all.â€

â€œYeah, it is. But they must be doing something right, theyâ€™ve lasted longer than most couples I know.â€

â€œHow long is that?â€ Chris asked.

â€œTheyâ€™re having their ten-year anniversary in September.â€

â€œWow, thatâ€™s great!â€ Chris said, thinking that even some of her straight friends didnâ€™t last that long. â€œWhat do you think their secret is?â€

â€œCompromise, definitely compromise,â€ Lynn stated, then upon further analysis continued, â€œand respect, honesty, and faithfulness.â€

â€œSounds like things that should belong in any relationship.â€

â€œYeah, sometimes people just forget what is really important,â€ Lynn answered, feeling a little guilty about her lack of honesty with Chris.

Lynn drove into the condominium complex and parked. Walking around to the passenger side, she again opened the door for Chris. Chris had come to expect it and was waiting patiently.

â€œNice place,â€ Chris commented as they walked down a pathway to arrive in the doorway of their hosts.

Lynn rang the doorbell, which was immediately answered by Sam.

Swinging the door open, Sam tried to hide the surprised look on her face upon seeing Chris. â€œWell, look who we have here, honey.â€

Chris stepped into the house followed by Lynn. She was approached by a tall, slender woman with long blonde hair, which was pulled back in a thick braid. Chris was taken aback by the womanâ€™s beauty. She hadnâ€™t really had a clear picture in her mind of what Beth would look like, but this definitely wasnâ€™t close to anything she would have imagined.

â€œYou must be Chris! Lynn didnâ€™t tell us you were coming with her!â€ Beth exclaimed.

â€œKind of a last-minute thing, I hope you donâ€™t mind,â€ Chris explained.

â€œNot at all. Iâ€™ve been dying to meet the woman who hasâ€â€” Beth thought quickly; she was going to say, â€œwho has smitten Lynn,â€ but instead, she finishedâ€”â€graciously saved Mattâ€™s butt.â€

Chris smiled. â€œI was just telling Lynn how beautiful your place is.â€

â€œYes, we got it for a steal!â€ Sam exclaimed. Turning to Lynn, she said, â€œLynn helpedâ€¦â€ Quickly noticing the look in Lynnâ€™s eyes, Sam who was about to say, â€œLynn helped us out with some investment advice,â€ stopped cold. â€œLynn helped us move,â€ she corrected herself.

Beth, catching Lynnâ€™s glance, offered Chris a tour of the house while Lynn and Sam stayed to discuss matters.

As soon as the two women left the room, Sam questioned Lynn. â€œYou mean you havenâ€™t told her yet?â€

Lynn, acting as if she was examining a picture on the wall, replied, â€œTold her what?â€

â€œDonâ€™t act dumb with me!â€ Sam exclaimed. â€œI saw the look on your face when I was about to tell Chris how you helped us get this place!â€

Lynn turned to look Sam straight in the eye. â€œNo, I havenâ€™t told her yet. I donâ€™t know, there just never seems to be the right time.â€

â€œYouâ€™re just asking for trouble, Lynn. How do you know that she wonâ€™t get mad when you finally tell her? Sheâ€™ll probably feel like youâ€™ve been lying to her!â€

â€œIsnâ€™t this coming from the person who told me that I was asking for trouble just falling for a straight woman?â€ Lynn argued. Then lowering her eyes, she mumbled, â€œBesides, what will it matter? The feeling isnâ€™t mutual.â€

Sam sighed and finally admitted to Lynn, â€œI may have been wrong about all that.â€

â€œWhy do you say that?â€ Lynn asked, confused.

Sam shrugged. â€œJust a feeling I have.â€

Lynn smiled. â€œReally?â€

â€œYeah, really,â€ Sam said as she picked up the packet meant for Lynn, threw it to her, and walked from the room.

â€œI hope that Iâ€™m not imposing,â€ Chris said to Beth.

â€œDonâ€™t be silly. Thereâ€™s plenty to go around!â€ Beth assured her as she pulled a pan of hot brownies from the oven.

â€œCan I help with anything?â€ Chris asked as Beth ran a knife through the chocolate, cutting the brownies into squares.

â€œWellâ€¦â€ Beth began to answer as she pulled some bowls out of the cupboard.

â€œNo. Why donâ€™t you go relax in the living room, youâ€™ve had a tough week,â€ Sam said, entering the room and the conversation all in one sweep. Sam grabbed ice cream from the refrigerator.

Chris shrugged and turned to leave when she saw Beth place a brownie into one of the bowls.

â€œUmmâ€¦ you may want to leave the brownie out of Lynnâ€™s dish. She doesnâ€™t like nuts,â€ Chris suggested as she left the room.

Beth looked over at Sam in amazement. â€œHow long have we known Lynn and I never knew that she didnâ€™t like nuts. Did you?â€

Sam shook her head. â€œMaybe itâ€™s just a coincidence.â€

Beth smiled as she scooped the ice cream into the dishes. â€œYeah, just a coincidence that this woman has gotten to know Lynn better in two weeks than we have in over a year. I donâ€™t think so.â€

Chris strolled into the living room to find Lynn focused on the paperwork in her hands.

â€œHey, whatâ€™s that?â€

â€œOh, nothing, just something Sam wanted me to look at,â€ Lynn replied, shoving the papers back into the envelope.

Chris nodded. A picture album sitting on the coffee table caught her attention. Sitting down on the couch, she leaned forward and opened the book.

â€œAre these their wedding pictures?â€ she asked, looking up at Lynn.

â€œYes, among other things,â€ Lynn replied. She walked over and sat down on the floor in front of Chris. Chris placed her hands on the shoulders in front of her as Lynn flipped through the pages.

â€œOkay! Dessert time!â€ Sam said as she entered the room carrying the tray of bowls. Beth followed her with a pitcher of tea.

Beth nudged Sam and whispered into her ear, â€œHow cozy they look. She canâ€™t even keep her hands off Lynn!â€

Sam shrugged and continued on her way toward her awaiting guests.

â€œWhat are you guys looking at?â€ Sam asked.

â€œPictures of you when you were younger,â€ Lynn answered sarcastically.

Sam set down the tray and handed out the bowls, while Beth handed out the glasses of tea.

Lynn looked into her bowl, then into Chrisâ€™s bowl. â€œHey, how come I didnâ€™t get a brownie?â€ she exclaimed.

â€œNuts,â€ Chris answered nonchalantly. Lynn nodded in understanding.

Sam sat down on the couch and Beth settled down in front of her, adjusting the album so that all could see.

â€œYeah, ten years sure adds the wrinkles!â€ Beth commented.

â€œHoney, youâ€™re more beautiful now than youâ€™ve ever been,â€ Sam replied, Beth just rolled her eyes. â€œHey, there are a few pictures of you in here, too, Lynn!â€ Beth said, flipping ahead a few pages.

â€œI want to see!â€ exclaimed Chris, leaning over for a better view.

Beth looked through the photographs, then found the one she was looking for. Picking up the album, Beth handed it to Chris.

â€œWhere were you guys?â€ Chris asked, focusing on the picture in front of her.

â€œI think that was the time we went down to Tijuana, thus the sombrero,â€ Beth answered.

Sam took the book from Chris to examine the picture. â€œYep, that was a wild time!â€ Then, looking at the opposite page, she said, â€œLook, hereâ€™s another one of Lynn and one of her conquests of the week.â€

Sam handed the book back to Chris, pointing at the photograph in question.

â€œConquests of the week?â€ Chris questioned.

â€œYeah, you know, seducing women is kind of a game for Lynn.â€ Sam chuckled. Realizing what she had said as soon as the words left her mouth, she backpedaled. â€œWell, not all the timeâ€¦â€

Beth reached up and slapped Samâ€™s leg and turned to Chris. â€œPlease excuse my wife, sometimes she doesnâ€™t think before she speaks.â€

Chris laughed and ran her fingers through Lynnâ€™s hair. Looking down, she teased, â€œIs that right Lynn? Always a game, huh?â€

Lynnâ€™s face turned red. Beth watched as Chrisâ€™s fingers stroked Lynnâ€™s hair, then nudged Lynn and made her face turn even redder.

â€œI think weâ€™ve seen enough pictures for one evening!â€ Lynn exclaimed as she reached up and snatched the book out of Chrisâ€™s hands. Then trying to change the subject, she complimented the chef. â€œReally good dessert, Beth!â€

â€œWell, ours was really good. Yours wasnâ€™t much without the brownie. Iâ€™m sorry that I wasnâ€™t privy to your likes and dislikes,â€ Beth said sarcastically.

â€œOh well, more for me!â€ Sam teased. â€œI hope we didnâ€™t use all of that fudge sauce. Lots of things that I can think of to do with that fudge sauce!â€ she said seductively to Beth.

Chris tried to erase the mental picture that this brought to mind. Unfortunately, it only reminded her of the feeling of Lynnâ€™s tongue on her skin the night before.

â€œWell, I see that ten years of marriage hasnâ€™t slowed down your sex drive, Sam,â€ Lynn said, trying to embarrass Sam the way she had embarrassed Lynn earlier.

Sam didnâ€™t even turn red before she struck back. â€œAnd I donâ€™t think anything could slow down your sex drive, Lynn!â€

Lynn felt her face heat up once more. She should know better than to trade quips with Sam.

Lynn stood. â€œWell, I think Iâ€™d better get out of here while some of my integrity is still intact!â€

â€œNo, Lynn, donâ€™t let her run you out of here!â€ Beth pleaded.

â€œI think youâ€™d better leave, Lynn. I think my wife might just like your company better than mine!â€ Sam teased.

Lynn laughed, offered her hand to Chris, and pulled her up off the couch. â€œNo, we really need to get going, but thanks for the ice cream and the intriguing conversation,â€ Lynn said as the four walked to the door.

â€œYes, thanks for everything!â€ Chris exclaimed. With that, the two left.

Beth leaned against the door after the two had departed and looked at Sam. â€œI think sheâ€™s a goner!â€ she exclaimed, referring to Chris.

Sam nodded. â€œI think Lynnâ€™s a goner, too. I just hope she knows what sheâ€™s doing.â€

Beth waltzed over to Sam and took her hand. â€œWell, I donâ€™t know if she knows what sheâ€™s doing, but I know what I want to be doing.â€

Sam read her mind. â€œIâ€™ll go get the fudge sauce!â€

Back at Lynnâ€™s place, Chris plopped down on the far side of the couch.

â€œYou going to sit way over there?â€ Lynn said, mimicking Chrisâ€™s question of the night before.

Chris mimicked back, â€œI believe that itâ€™s probably safer that way.â€

Continuing the game, Lynn replied, â€œSafer for whom?â€

Chris laughed and finished, â€œProbably for both of us!â€

They both smiled, knowing that the statement was true.

Chris threw Lynn the remote. â€œHere, I know what happens when you donâ€™t have control.â€

Lynn chuckled, getting the hidden meaning in that statement. Turning on the television, she began clicking through the channels. She stopped on a rerun of â€œThe Dick Van Dyke Showâ€ and looked over at Chris for approval. Chris nodded as she rubbed her neck. â€œI have a little bit of a headache.â€

â€œDo you want a massage?â€ Lynn offered. â€œHmmâ€¦ someone gave me one the other dayâ€¦ who was thatâ€¦ Jill, or Lisaâ€¦ hmmm,â€ Lynn said teasingly.

Chris threw a pillow at Lynn. â€œI knew it. I knew youâ€™d forget my name as soon as my hands left your body.â€

Lynn shivered with the thought of those hands on her body, then looked Chris straight in the eye. â€œNo, my dear. You, I will never forget.â€

They both paused, and breaking eye contact, pretended to watch a commercial on the television. Lynn glanced back over at Chris, who was now massaging her temples.

â€œCome on.â€ Lynn motioned for Chris to sit in front of her on the couch. Then seeing the apprehension in Chrisâ€™s eyes, Lynn raised her hand over her heart. â€œI promiseâ€”my hands will be on their best behavior.â€

Chris, remembering how Lynnâ€™s tongue felt on her skin the night before, replied, â€œItâ€™s not just your hands that Iâ€™m worried about!â€ Moving across the couch, she settled in front of Lynn. Lynn slowly placed her hands on Chrisâ€™s shoulders and began to gently rub. Her hands kneaded the tight muscles, starting on the shoulders and moving down Chrisâ€™s arms to her hands. Lynnâ€™s fingers massaged through Chrisâ€™s hair, stopped at her temples and continued down her neck. After half an hour, Lynn pulled away.

â€œHow was that?â€ Lynn asked.

â€œAlmostâ€¦ orgasmic!â€ Chris replied, surprising Lynn with her choice of adjectives.

â€œJust another satisfied woman,â€ Lynn joked.

Chris smiled, thinking Lynn didnâ€™t know how close she came to the truth. She leaned back against Lynn and brought the strong arms around her. Both were overcome with contentment.

â€œI need to stretch out a little,â€ Lynn said, finally deciding that she was too cramped in her position.

â€œGo ahead and lie down,â€ Chris replied as she let Lynnâ€™s arms loose.

Lynn stretched out on the couch. To her surprise, Chris stretched out right beside her, settling her head on Lynnâ€™s shoulder. Lynn brushed a strand of hair from Chrisâ€™s eyes. â€œSo, whatâ€™s â€˜Chrisâ€™short for?â€

Chris smiled. â€œChristine,â€ she said with a sheepish grin.

â€œWhatâ€™s that smirk for?â€ Lynn questioned.

â€œNothing, never mindâ€¦ youâ€™ll laugh.â€

Lynn acted hurt. â€œIâ€™ve never laughed at anything youâ€™ve said!â€

â€œOkay, okay.â€ Chris paused. â€œChristine is my middle name. My first name is Edith. Itâ€™s a family name.â€

Lynn tried to hold back her laughter, but was unable. â€œSorry.â€ She chuckled. â€œYou just donâ€™t look like an Edith!â€

â€œThus the name Chris!â€ Chris pushed away from Lynn and nearly tumbled off the side of the couch. Lynn caught her just as she was going off the edge. Chris grabbed onto Lynn. The swift movement caused Chris to land tightly against the other woman. Lynn immediately loosened her hold, but Chris did not pull away.

The twinkle in Chrisâ€™s eyes made Lynn feel a little uncomfortable.

â€œSoâ€¦ donâ€™t you have a middle name?â€

Lynn grinned. â€œAshley. Itâ€™s just so prissy sounding. I hate to be prissy.â€

â€œOh! Like that really surprises me!â€ Chris said sarcastically.

â€œI have a feeling that not much surprises you,â€ Lynn commented.

â€œI donâ€™t know.â€ Chris shrugged, then looked into Lynnâ€™s eyes. â€œThis past week has been hill of surprises.â€

â€œReally?â€ Lynn asked. â€œLike what?â€

For a moment it seemed as if time stood still. Lynn watched the light flicker in the eyes that were fixed on hers. She felt the light touch of Chrisâ€™s fingers trace the outline of her lips, then the soft whisper that followed.

â€œLike you, Lynn Ashley Gregory, you have been the biggest surprise.â€

Chris felt herself inching forward. She could not control the action, as if a magnet was pulling her closer and closer. Just a breath away from Lynnâ€™s lips, she paused, letting her fingers glide over the lips that were beckoning her.

Lynn did not move. She gathered all of her self-control as she waited. She ached in anticipation. In all her past experiences, she had been the one prolonging the moment, making the other woman squirm. Now Lynn knew how those women had feltâ€” watching, waiting, the longing inside. She vowed never to put someone through that again.

Chris lay there, the heat within her body almost unbearable. She felt lightheaded as she traced Lynnâ€™s lips with her fingers. She knew after pulling away the other night that Lynn would not make the first move. Chris inched her lips closer.

The two were so close now that they breathed the same air. Seconds turned into minutes as both lay still, lost in each otherâ€™s eyes. Chris had moved so that the soft skin of their lips was just a whisper away. The next move would be considered a kiss. Lynn could hear her heart beating, or was it Chrisâ€™s? Either way, she could not hold out for much longer.

Suddenly, the lock on the door clicked. Matt tiptoed in the door and closed it softly behind him. By the dim light of the television, he could see two bodies intertwined on the couch. He smiled, hoping that they were as content in each otherâ€™s arms as he had been in Paulâ€™s. Quietly stepping down the hall, he reached his room and settled in for the remainder of the night.

The two women opened their eyes. Each had pretended to be asleep. Chris had moved her head farther back onto Lynnâ€™s shoulder. The mood was broken.

Chris looked up into Lynnâ€™s eyes and softly smiled. â€œGood night.â€ She then raised herself and disappeared down the hall. Lynn squeezed her eyes shut in frustration as she willed the tingling sensation in her body to stop. Impeccable timing Matt, impeccable timing.

Chris climbed into bed and pulled the covers tightly around her. Concentrating on the darkness of the room, she tried to let it cool her body down. But the burning within would not calm. Her mind kept picturing the lips that she had almost touched with her own. She had almost stepped over the imaginary line in her brain, the line between being straight and being a lesbian. She didnâ€™t want to be a â€œlesbian,â€ but she knew what she did want, she wanted Lynn.

Chapter Thirteen

Lynnâ€™s internal alarm clock woke her at five the next morning. She struggled to rise, but every time she tried to move, her body protested. Every muscle in her body ached. She had to admit, she was getting a little too old for the schedule that she was keeping. The lack of sleep was taking its toll. Finally, taking a deep breath she swung her feet to the cold hardwood floor and stood. Ignoring the moaning muscles in her legs, she made her way to the shower that she hoped would relieve her spirit. A half an hour later Lynn climbed behind the wheel of her truck, took another gulp of the extra strong coffee she had prepared, and prayed for a slow morning at the cafe.

Two oâ€™clock came quickly. Lynn had prayed for a slow day, but the busy crowd had actually helped her keep awake. For that she was thankful. She would have loved to go home and take a nap, but she knew that she had a lot of work that had piled up and needed attending to. Wednesday was usually Lynnâ€™s day to put on her Investment Analyst cap. She had always used that time to do research and contact clients. Unfortunately, her little day trip with Chris yesterday had thrown her off schedule.

Matt caught Lynn in the parking lot just as she was retreating from the restaurant.

â€œHey, my mom and dad canceled on us this evening. I guess my mom still isnâ€™t feeling well. How about if the four of us go out instead?â€

â€œYou mean, you and Paul, and me and Chris?â€

â€œYeah, kind of like a double date thing.â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œI wouldnâ€™t call it that in front of Chris.â€

Matt looked confused. â€œWhat do you mean? I saw you two on the couch last night.â€

â€œYeah, I meant to thank you for your great timing,â€ Lynn said sarcastically.

â€œIâ€™m sorry. Did I interrupt something?â€ Matt questioned.

â€œI donâ€™t know if Iâ€™ll ever know.â€

Matt smiled. â€œThings still going a little slow for you?â€

â€œIâ€™m living with frustration twenty-four hours a day, Matt.â€

Putting his arm around his friend, Matt soothed, â€œWell, take a couple of those hours and kick back and relax a little.â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œIâ€™ve got mounds of work to catch up on. Having Chris there, I canâ€™t even make any business calls.â€

â€œYou could if you told herâ€¦â€

Lynn raised her hand to stop Matt in mid-sentence. â€œI havenâ€™t found the right time yet!â€

A car horn blasted from the direction of Mattâ€™s shop to interrupt their conversation. Turning quickly to attend to his customer, he called out, â€œSo what about tonight? That Mexican place okay? About six oâ€™clock? Iâ€™ll pick up Paul and weâ€™ll meet you there?â€

Lynn sighed. â€œYes, yes, yes, and yes. See you later!â€

Lynn towel-dried her hair as she set her briefcase on her desk, and then flipped on her computer. She drew the towel around her neck, pulled several files out, and lay them on the desk before shutting the case and setting it back on the floor. As she waited for her computer program to open, she finished her hair, and then sank down in the desk chair to pore over her latest research. Sometime later her concentration was interrupted by the slamming of the front door. Shocked to see that it was after five oâ€™clock, Lynn hurriedly shoved the files in her briefcase and had just begun closing her program when Chris entered the room. Lynn struggled to cover her tracks by telling her friend that she had been bored and was surfing the Internet. She took a deep breath as Chris accepted her explanation and the dinner invitation proposed.

At five-thirty, the two women walked into Los Amigos and put their names on the waiting list.

â€œI need to go to the bathroom,â€ Chris whispered.

â€œGo on,â€ Lynn instructed. â€œIâ€™ll go get us a drink.â€

Lynnâ€™wandered into the bar and climbed up on a bar stool. The conversation between the two men to her right immediately caught her attention.

â€œHey, look at her!â€ commented the man with a little too much gel in his hair.

â€œI know her,â€ answered the other as he loosened his tie. â€œThatâ€™s Chris Newman, sheâ€™s really hot!â€

â€œYeah, she is. Did you go out with her, Rick?â€

He chuckled, then answered, â€œWe did a lot more than go out!â€

â€œYou nailed her?â€ the other man asked with jealousy.

â€œYeah. She was really good, too. She kept me going all night long!â€ Rick elbowed his drinking companion.

â€œDid sheâ€¦â€

â€œOh yeah! Everything you can imagineâ€¦â€

As he started to give details, Lynn decided that she had had enough. She did not want to hear any more. She decided to end the conversation right then and there. Leaning over, she said to the men, â€œYouâ€™re right, she is good!â€

The men both turned and looked at Lynn. The former lover looked confused. â€œExcuse me?â€ he asked.

â€œOh, I was just agreeing with you,â€ Lynn answered with a smile. â€œShe is really good!â€

Rick still looked confused.

Just then, Chris walked into the bar and toward Lynn.

â€œHey babe,â€ Lynn said, holding out her hand to the woman.

Chris looked a little confused, but by now she had learned to go with the flow and grabbed Lynnâ€™s hand.

â€œHi, sweetie!â€ she responded.

Lynn took Chrisâ€™s hand and pulled her in close. Putting both arms around her, Lynn smiled. â€œHoney, I think Dick would like to say hello.â€

â€œUh, itâ€™s Rickâ€¦â€ he said, correcting Lynn.

Chris turned and finally understood what was going on.

â€œHi,â€ she said without a trace of excitement,

â€œHey Chris,â€ he responded with a half-smile.

â€œHoney, Rick was just saying how well he knew you!â€ Lynn said with a sarcastic smile.

â€œReally?â€ Chris asked as she tried to hide her amusement. Then with a serious look in her eyes, she reached out and touched Lynnâ€™s cheek. â€œThat was the night we had that big fight, babe.â€

Then, leaning into Lynnâ€™s ear, she whispered, â€œHe couldnâ€™t even get it up!â€

Lynn chuckled as Chris pulled back with a smile.

â€œWhat?â€ Rick asked, his face turning red. He feared Chris remembered exactly what had happened that night.

â€œSorry,â€ Chris apologized to Rick. â€œI was just reminding her how we made up after that fight.â€

Chris smiled as Rick and his friend tried to keep their jaws from dropping.

The restaurant beeper sounded, and Chris led Lynn away from the men. As the waitress gathered their menus, Lynn whispered to Chris, â€œI hope you never wanted to go out with him again. You shouldâ€™ve heard what he was saying about you!â€

Chris shook her head and smiled. â€œIâ€™m probably glad that I didnâ€™t hear!â€

â€œWell, I was just returning yesterdayâ€™s favor,â€ Lynn remarked.

Chris laughed. â€œHeâ€™s probably thinking that he couldnâ€™t get it up because Iâ€™m a lesbian!â€

All of a sudden, Chrisâ€™s face went white as she realized the words that had just left her mouth: â€œIâ€™m a lesbian.â€

Lynn thought Chris was going to faint. She had watched the color leave her face and felt disappointment as she realized how much the word â€œlesbianâ€ still bothered her friend. Maybe this relationship really wasnâ€™t going to go anywhere. For the first time Lynn felt uncomfortable as the two women sat alone. She was extremely relieved when the two men joined them a short time later.

â€œHey, Lynn, do you know that woman over there?â€ Matt said without looking up from his menu.

Lynn raised her eyes and looked around the restaurant. Catching the eyes of a woman seated at a nearby table, she smiled politely and then lowered her eyes back to her menu.

â€œNope. Never seen her before.â€

â€œWell, she keeps staring at you,â€ Matt commented.

â€œMaybe sheâ€™s staring at you!â€ Lynn laughed.

â€œUh, I donâ€™t think so.â€ Paul smiled as he looked in the womanâ€™s direction.

Lynn looked up again. They were right.

â€œSheâ€™s cute, I guess,â€ Chris mumbled. â€œBut sheâ€™s not your type.â€

Lynn turned and smiled at Chris, relieved to finally hear her voice again. â€œReally? And what exactly is my type?â€

Chris shrugged and smiled back. â€œI donâ€™t know. Just not her.â€

Chrisâ€™s smile made Lynn feel warm all over. Matt elbowed Paul and tried hard not to smile at the flirting going on.

The waitress stepped up to the table and took their orders. Matt and Chris went to the salad bar. Lynn watched as they left, unable to keep her eyes off of Chrisâ€™s butt. She remembered how her hand felt the firm surface during their dance on Sunday night. The memory made her blush.

â€œGet your mind out of the gutter, girl!â€ Paul chuckled.

Lynn looked over at him, her face turning even redder. â€œI know, I know,â€ she said, shaking her head. She downed the rest of her drink, then looked back at Paul and smiled. â€œItâ€™s just so damn hard!â€

â€œLynn, you just need to give her some time.â€

â€œYou think?â€ Lynn asked.

Paul nodded, then looking toward the salad bar, mumbled, â€œUh-oh.â€

Lynn looked over and saw Chris standing at the salad bar speaking with the woman who had been staring from the other table. Lynn watched as the two women separated and Chris continued building her salad.

Meanwhile, Matt approached the table with his plate piled high. Leaning over, he whispered in Lynnâ€™s ear, â€œAfter what she said to that woman making eyes at you, I think sheâ€™s coming around.â€

Lynn turned. â€œWhatâ€™d she say?â€ she asked curiously.

Matt smiled. â€œShe told her â€˜If you donâ€™t stop making eyes at my girlfriend, Iâ€™ll make sure that you donâ€™t see anything through those eyes for quite some time.â€™â€

â€œShe said that? â€œ Lynn said, softly laughing. Just when you think the market is crashing, youâ€™re surprised to see that one lone stock slowly on the rise. She spent the remainder of the dinner enjoying her latest investment.

Chris looked up from her book as Lynn walked in the door and set her keys on the table.

â€œGod, you look exhausted!â€ Chris exclaimed.

â€œI am,â€ Lynn replied, then looking at her watch added, â€œand I have to be at work in four hours.â€

â€œIâ€™m sorry, you probably didnâ€™t sleep very well last night,â€ Chris teased.

Lynn softly smiled. Chris knew that she had left her frustrated the previous night.

â€œIâ€™m going to take a quick shower,â€ she said as she headed to the bathroom.

While Lynn was in the shower, Chris made a decision. When Lynn was towel-drying her hair, Chris leaned against the doorway.

â€œYou need some decent sleep. Come sleep in your bed tonight,â€ Chris suggested.

Lynn shook her head. â€œNo, if you sleep on the couch, Iâ€™ll wake you when I get up.â€

â€œIâ€™m not going to sleep on the couch,â€ Chris answered.

Lynn met Chrisâ€™s eyes in the mirror. She was too exhausted to do anything tonight. Please donâ€™t let this be the night.

Chris blushed, realizing what Lynn had thought. â€œWeâ€™re both adults. We can sleep in the same bed, right?â€

Lynn nodded and lowered her eyes. She could lie in the same bed with Chris, but she didnâ€™t know if she would get any sleep.

Lynn wandered into the bedroom and turned down the bed as Chris shut off the lights in the living room. She climbed between the soft sheets, which smelled of Chrisâ€™s perfume. Trying to calm her feelings of arousal, she rested on her side and shut her eyes. She had almost drifted off to sleep by the time Chris slid into bed.

Chris walked into the bedroom and shut the door. Turning, she saw the outline of the body in the moonlight streaming through the window. As she approached the bed, she saw the slow rise and fall of Lynnâ€™s chest as she drifted off to sleep. She felt the heat growing in her body as she slid into bed next to Lynn and noticed the tank top stretched tight, Lynnâ€™s nipples protruding against the material. Chris crawled into bed and spooned her backside into the silent body.

Lynn felt Chrisâ€™s body mold into hers. She gently placed her arm around Chrisâ€™s stomach and held back a moan as she felt the smooth skin under her hand. Try as she might, she could not resist the temptation to caress the softness under her fingertips. Chris responded by intertwining her legs with Lynnâ€™s. Hesitandy, Lynn moved her hand over Chrisâ€™s hip, sliding across the flannel of Chrisâ€™s shorts and down onto the firmness of the womanâ€™s thigh. The sensation made her own thighs tingle. Receiving no negative reaction, Lynn brought her hand back up, this time slightly lingering on Chrisâ€™s buttock before smoothing back over the bare skin on her stomach. Lynn smiled as she ran her fingertips gently over Chrisâ€™s belly button. Feeling the heat between them, Lynn led her palm down the same path again, over the hip onto her thigh, then backup again. This time, feeling a little more daring, Lynn slid her fingers just slightly under the bottom of Chrisâ€™s shirt, almost as if by accident. Running her fingertips lightly over the indentation of the belly button then up again, this time Lynn circled farther under the shirt material. Her journey was stopped by Chrisâ€™s arm, which had taken a somewhat protective stance, but Lynn was not discouraged. She reveled in the softness as she made her way down the familiar path of Chrisâ€™s body several more times. Deciding to make one last attempt, she brought her fingertips under Chrisâ€™s shirt, this time finding no barrier. Chris had repositioned her arm to give way to Lynnâ€™s further exploration. Lynn took her time, feeling the heat of excitement in further discovery, first letting her fingers smooth over the softness of the skin just beneath the awaiting mounds. On her next trip upward, Lynn let her fingertips glide over the area just below Chrisâ€™s nipple.

Lynnâ€™s body ached as she longed for the next step of this adventure. She slowly made her way down the length of Chrisâ€™s body, then back up again; from the softness of her thigh she moved her hands over the tightness of her buttock. She savored the sensation of her fingers ducking under the material to the focus of her desire. Gently, she caressed the soft mounds with her fingertips and let her thumb just slightly graze Chrisâ€™s now taut nipple. Stifling a moan, Lynn heard a slight gasp from Chris, who was now so close to her that she could feel even the slightest movement. As she smoothed her way back to Chrisâ€™s stomach, she felt fingers intertwine with hers. Chris moved Lynnâ€™s hand under her chin and pulled Lynnâ€™s arms tighdy around her. Lynn knew there would be no farther exploration tonight.

To Lynnâ€™s surprise, she was completely content. This was the intimacy that she had longed for. She wanted to tell Chris, tell her that she loved her, wanted her, needed her.

â€œChrisâ€”â€ Lynn began through the stillness. But her confession would not be heard tonight. Chris stopped her before she could utter another word.

â€œSshliâ€¦â€ Chris whispered without turning her head. â€œI thought you were tired. Go to sleep.â€

Maybe Chris was right. It was probably not the right time to discuss this. Lynn snuggled her face into the sweetly scented hair and immediately began to drift into sleep.

It wasnâ€™t that easy for Chris. She had been still, in another womanâ€™s arms for hours. Her body felt a mixture of contentment and excitement; her mind battled the same. Now she understood the feeling of intimacy Lynn had described to her almost a week ago, a feeling that until now, she had never known. But she was lying with a woman, and this is what was troubling her. She had never thought that love between two women was wrong. But she had never, in her wildest imagination, thought that she would be one of the two women. Her mind experienced terror at the very concept. She could not be a lesbianâ€¦ She finally drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Fourteen

Lynn jerked awake and slapped furiously at the button on the alarm clock to stop the shrill buzzing sound. She tried to focus her eyes. Could it really be five oâ€™clock already? She sensed the body behind her shift and felt the arm flung around her waist pull her body closer. Oh, how she wished that she didnâ€™t have to go to work. Unfortunately, one of the waitresses was out due to a death in her family. Lynn had no choice.

She slowly slipped from the bed and turned the alarm clock off. Sighing, she tucked the covers around the sleeping woman and backed away. Quietly, she pulled clothes from the drawers and tiptoed to the door. Before leaving the room, she turned to gaze once more upon the warm body now snuggling with Lynnâ€™s abandoned pillow. Tonight she would tell Chris the truth, she decided. Lynn softly shut the door and dressed as she made her way down the hall. Running a brush through her hair, she took one last look in the mirror, and headed out to work.

Chris felt Lynn climb out of bed and clutched at the warm pillow beside her. For a moment she wanted desperately to beg Lynn to stay, but then fell back into a deep sleep. She dreamt of the softness of Lynnâ€™s hands on her skin and awoke to find her own hands caressing her body just as Lynn had done the night before.

Several hours later, after a refreshing shower and a couple of cups of coffee, Chris called her answering machine and listened to her messages. There was an urgent call from Debbie, her friend at the college administration office.

Chris dialed the number. â€œYes, is Debbie available?â€ She was quickly transferred to Debbieâ€™s desk.

â€œHello, this is Debbie.â€

â€œHi Debbie, this is Chris. Whatâ€™s up?â€

â€œHey, I just wanted to know how you got the biggest investment firm in Los Angeles to pay for your next semesterâ€™s tuition!â€

â€œExcuse me?â€

â€œWe just received your next semesterâ€™s tuition in full on a check made payable from Peabody, Smith, Hadley, and Gregory. You did know about it, didnâ€™t you?â€

Chris was stunned. â€œNo, there must be some mistake.â€

â€œNo mistake. It came with a letter stating exactly what the check represented, and for whom.â€

â€œMy entire semesterâ€™s tuition?â€

â€œYeah.â€

â€œI didnâ€™t, donâ€™t know anything about it.â€ Chris was extremely confused. â€œIt came with a letter? On letterhead?â€

â€œYeah, you want a copy?â€

â€œI would. Can I come down now and get it?â€

â€œNo problem.â€

â€œIâ€™ll be right there.â€ Chris hung up the phone in a daze. An investment firm? She grabbed her keys and sped down to the college office.

â€œYes, Iâ€™m here to see Debbie,â€ Chris said to the person at the counter. She waited only a few moments before Debbie appeared.

â€œHi, Chris,â€ Debbie said as she ushered her into the hallway,and handed her a piece of paper. â€œHereâ€™s a copy of the letter. How strange that you didnâ€™t know anything about it. You donâ€™t have any kind of trust fund or anything, huh?â€

Chris took the letter from Debbie. â€œNo, no trust fond.â€

Chris read the letter to herself, â€œThis represents payment in foil for the fall semester for Chris Newman.â€ What was going on? She reviewed the letterhead, â€œPeabody, Smith, Hadley, and Gregory, Investment Analysts.â€ Wait a minute, â€œGregory?â€ She scanned the left side of the letterhead, which contained the names of the Partners and the Associates. She couldnâ€™t believe what she saw: â€œLynn A. Gregory, Partner.â€

Debbie must have read the shock in Chrisâ€™s eyes. â€œWhat? Did you figure it out?â€

Chris nodded and raised her eyes from the paper. â€œIâ€™ve been kind of hanging out with Lynn Gregory. But I had no idea that she was a partner.â€

â€œWait a minute,â€ Debbie interrupted. â€œYouâ€™ve been â€˜hanging outâ€™ with Lynn Gregory?â€

â€œYeah,â€ Chris answered. â€œWhy?â€

Debbie looked at her for a moment before responding. â€œYou do know that sheâ€™s a lesbian, right? I mean, what are you doing hanging out with a dyke?â€

â€œHow do you know so much about Lynn Gregory?â€ Chris asked suspiciously.

â€œI tried to get an internship with that firm last year. I wanted to find out everything that I could about the company. The three men partners are married with children and Ms. Gregory is openly gay,â€ Debbie explained, then asked again, â€œYou know that sheâ€™s gay, right?â€

â€œOf course I know that,â€ Chris answered with irritation. â€œWhy are you acting like itâ€™s such a big deal?â€

Debbie brushed at her skirt and tried to sound nonchalant when asking her next question. â€œSoâ€¦ are you fooling around with her?â€

Chris felt all of the air leave her lungs. â€œWhat?â€

â€œWell, you knowâ€¦ you two are friends, she paid your tuitionâ€¦ it just kind of looks likeâ€¦â€

Chris cut her friend off in midsentence. â€œLooks like what, Debbie?â€ She felt her voice rising in anger, or was it in embarrassment? â€œWhat? Payment for services?â€

Debbie signaled for Chris to lower her voice. â€œNoâ€¦ but maybe trying to coax you toâ€¦ you know, show your gratitude?â€

Chris looked at Debbie while she pondered the question herself. Then, folding the letter, she shook her head in disbelief. She quickly turned and jogged back down the hall, and, ignoring Debbieâ€™s voice, ran out to the parking lot.

Chris climbed in her car and slammed the door shut. Then she just sat there. The questions entered her mind so quickly that she couldnâ€™t even concentrate. Why would Lynn lie to her? Why would she portray herself as she had, a struggling waitress? It was almost as if Lynn had been an actress playing a part. And how did Matt really figure into all of this? She tried to make sense of it all. Then she remembered something Sam said, something that had nagged at the back of her mind, â€œseducing women is land of a game for Lynn.â€ Could it be true? Had this been a game for Lynn? Had it taken too long, leading Lynn to play her last cardâ€¦ money? Chris knew that there was only one person who would tell her the truth. She started her car and headed back down the highway.

Chris drove like a wild woman to Mattâ€™s garage. She jogged into the building, where Matt smiled at her from behind the counter as he helped a customer. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the counter. The customer tore out the check in payment for repairs, thanked Matt, and hurried out the door.

â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with you?â€ Matt asked.

â€œThis is whatâ€™s wrong with me,â€ Chris answered as she slid the letter across the counter for his perusal.

Matt picked up the letter, quickly scanning it, then ran his fingers through his hair and placed the paper back on the counter.

â€œWell?â€ Chris remarked.

â€œSheâ€™s going to be really angry about this,â€ Matt replied.

â€œSo, you knew about this? You knew about her?â€ Chris backed away, running her fingers through her hair this time.

â€œLook, she doesnâ€™t like anyone to know,â€ Matt said, trying to explain.

â€œShe doesnâ€™t like anyone to know what, Matt?â€ Chris was irritated.

â€œThat she has money andâ€”â€

Chris interrupted, â€œThat sheâ€™s working in some dive as a waitress?â€

Matt smiled. â€œDonâ€™t let her hear you say that. She owns that dive.â€

Chris couldnâ€™t believe it. You could have knocked her over with a feather. â€œSo, everything about her has been a lie?â€ Chris asked, feeling betrayed.

Matt shook his head. â€œNothing has been a lie. She never said that she wasnâ€™t rich. She never said that she didnâ€™t own the restaurant, which by the way, her employees donâ€™t know. She never told you anything that was untrue.â€

â€œSo, why did she do it?â€ Chris asked. â€œWhy did she pay for my tuition, Matt?â€

Matt shrugged. â€œI donâ€™t know, just trying to do something nice, I guess.â€

â€œSomething nice? Are you sure? Or was she trying to buy me?â€

â€œBuy you? What do you mean?â€ Matt answered, cleaning the oil off his hands with a towel.

â€œYou know, her little game wasnâ€™t working. I wasnâ€™t responding to her sexual overtures, soâ€¦â€

Mattâ€™s face turned red with anger. â€œDonâ€™t even go there! I canâ€™t believe that you would even think Lynn would do something like that!â€

â€œHow would I know?â€ Chris said sarcastically. â€œI donâ€™t even know the real Lynn Gregory!â€ She picked up the letter, folded it, and left the building.

Matt jogged to catch up with her. â€œChris, this doesnâ€™t change anything! Sheâ€™s still the same person,â€ Matt tried to explain.

Chris opened her car door, not muttering a word.

â€œYou see? This is why she doesnâ€™t tell anyone. People treat her differently when they find out who she is.â€ Matt acted disgusted and turned to walk away.

â€œI wouldnâ€™t have thought any different of her if I had known!â€ Chris called after him.

Matt turned around. â€œAre you sure about that? You saw her as your equal before. Now how do you see her?â€

Chris paused. Matt shook his head, flipped the rag in his hand motioning her to leave, turned, and walked away. Chris sped out of the parking lot. Matt watched her drive away and thought, This confusion about her sexuality is going to drive her crazy.

Lynn towel-dried her hair and ran gel through it. Humming to the music that was blaring, she buttoned her shirt, and tucked it into her favorite jeans. Looking in the mirror, she checked her hair and unbuttoned one button to reveal just a bit of cleavage. She wanted to look her best, maybe even a little sexy for Chris. Looking at her watch, she felt the excitement growing inside as she hoped Chris would be home soon. She had been disappointed that Chris hadnâ€™t been there when she had gotten off of work. Knowing that Chris didnâ€™t have class on Fridays, Lynn wondered where Chris had gone.

Chris sped down the freeway, thoughts racing in her mind. Why didnâ€™t she tell me who she really was? After all the discussions that they had, Chris thought they didnâ€™t have any secrets from each other. She was so confused. People donâ€™t just give money away. Especially investment analysts, knowing that there was no tax benefit. And if it was supposed to be anonymous, why send it on letterhead? She screeched to a stop in front of the house and stormed to the door.

Chris walked in, confusion and betrayal filling her head.

â€œHi there!â€ Lynn smiled as she turned down the volume of the music.

Chris began pacing back and forth in front of Lynn.

â€œHey, calm down, whatâ€™s wrong?â€ Lynn said, placing her hand on the womanâ€™s shoulder.

Chris pushed Lynnâ€™s hand off of her arm and shoved the letter in front of Lynnâ€™s face. Lynn took the letter and sat down on the couch. She scanned the piece of paper, placed it on the table, and turned to Chris, who was still pacing.

â€œI donâ€™t know what to say. You werenâ€™t ever supposed to see this,â€ Lynn explained.

â€œI wasnâ€™t supposed to see it? You mean I wasnâ€™t ever supposed to know it was you?â€ Chris said, irritation filling her voice. â€œIf I wasnâ€™t supposed to know, why send the money on a company check, with letterhead?â€

â€œThose werenâ€™t my instructions,â€ Lynn said calmly.

â€œAre you sure? Are you sure that maybe you didnâ€™t do it on purpose, knowing that I would find out?â€

â€œWhy would I do that?â€ Lynn asked, still trying to remain the calmer of the two.

â€œYou know, just part of your little game you play with your women. Maybe you thought a little money would make it easier for me to sleep with you?â€ Chris shouted.

Lynn felt like a knife had just entered her heart. How could Chris even think such a thing? Standing, Lynn lashed back.

â€œLook, if this was just a game, I wouldâ€™ve taken you already! I couldâ€™ve had you any night this week if I had wanted!â€

â€œTaken me? Did you really use those words, â€˜taken meâ€™? Why didnâ€™t you just use the word â€˜fuck,â€™ Lynn? You couldâ€™ve fucked me already?â€ Chris was pacing now, words spurting out of her mouth. â€œThatâ€™s all I am to you, isnâ€™t it? Just another person to add to your list. I didnâ€™t even have a choice in the matter, did I? The mighty Lynn Gregory set her sights on seducing me. And I was falling straight into your litde trap. But I wasnâ€™t responding quickly enough, was that what it was? So you threw a little money my way.â€ Suddenly she stopped. â€œGod, I just figured it out. I bet you lied to me about Susan, too! I bet that youâ€™re the one that screwed around on her! Thatâ€™s why Susan used that term, isnâ€™t it? Thatâ€™s why she asked if you were fucking me now!â€

Chris watched as the tears that had been forming in Lynnâ€™s eyes stopped, as if being withdrawn back into their tear ducts. She saw the hurt in Lynnâ€™s brown eyes turn into a cold, hard blackness. She felt fear as Lynn breathed out as if to release all of the compassion inside and breathe back ice to fill her veins. Chris knew she had gone too far. Whatever Lynn did was not deserving of her last statement.

Lynn felt the sting of Chrisâ€™s words. Anger rose within her, overtaking her entire body. She felt the roller coaster sliding off the tracks and crashing into darkness. Lynn just stood there, frozen, unable to speak.

Chris, getting no response from Lynn, quickly walked to the bedroom and slammed the door. She again paced across the floor. She needed a response. She needed it now. She opened the bedroom door and started down the hall when she heard Lynn on the phone.

â€œYes, Peter Hadley, pleaseâ€¦ Lynn Gregory.â€ Lynn was speaking quietly. â€œPeter, Lynn. I just had a visit from Chris Newmanâ€¦ the tuition I paid outâ€¦ yes. Peter, how did those funds get sent on a company check accompanied by instructions on letterhead?â€ Lynn paused and lit a cigarette, listening for a moment before raising her voice, â€œAlways a cashierâ€™s check, Peter, always a cashierâ€™s check, and my God, Peter, letterhead?â€ She paused again, Listening, and continued, â€œIf sheâ€™s screwing up my account, sheâ€™s got to be screwing up other clientsâ€™ accounts. Fire her, Peter. I mean it, fire her ass, before we lose a really big account over it.â€

Listening again, she replied, â€œIâ€™m really happy to know that you can still see that I can be a coldhearted bitch. See what this business does to me?â€

Lynn ran her fingers through her hair, then covered her face and started again calmly. â€œLook, whatâ€™s done is done. Before I forget, that check for Miguelâ€™s hospital bills just wasnâ€™t enough. Send another five thousand, would you? And Peterâ€”no company check!â€ Lynn slammed down the phone and turned to find Chris standing there.

â€œI thought that Matt didnâ€™t like you to smoke in the house,â€ Chris remarked.

â€œItâ€™s my house, Iâ€™ll do what I want,â€ Lynn said, the ice crystals forming on every syllable. Then, seeing the look on Chrisâ€™s face, she clarified her statement. â€œYes, this is my house. I own it, and the cafe.â€

It had never occurred to Chris that Lynn might own the house. â€œAnd Matt?â€ she inquired.

â€œHe needed a place to stay. I liked the company, so he moved in,â€ Lynn explained coldly.

Chris nodded in bewilderment. She was having a hard time processing all these new revelations.

Lynn looked Chris straight in the eye. â€œLook, Iâ€™m sorry that you could even consider that this was a game for me, or that I would try and buy you like that.â€ Lynn broke eye contact and lowered her gaze to the ground. â€œIâ€™m sorry if you ever felt pressured toâ€¦â€ She paused for a second, and continued, â€œIâ€™m sorry if Iâ€™ve made unwelcome advances. I thought something was happening between us.â€

Chris crossed her arms against her chest. â€œIâ€™m not a lesbian, Lynn!â€ she stated loudly.

Lynn felt the blade turn in her heart. â€œI really apologize. Your little charade is almost over. Iâ€™ll just stay out of your way until you leave.â€ With that, Lynn took her keys from the table and walked out, closing the door, and their relationship, softly behind her.

Chris changed into her running gear and began jogging through the soft sand toward the harder surface. She started out slowly, letting the cool breeze blow through her hair, watching the people taking advantage of the longer days. She saw the families, with their blankets stretched out, their children building castles from the sand. She watched as young men played a game of football. She stared as she passed a couple of women, arms interlocked. She quickened her pace, and before long she was at a full run. She ran at foil speed until she doubled over with pain in her side. Her knees collapsing into the sand, she felt the tears running down her face. It didnâ€™t matter how fast she had run, she could not run away from her feelings for Lynn. She sat down on the gritty surface and covered her face with her hands. What had she done? Did she really mean those things that had spouted from her own mouth? She had pushed Lynn away so hard. Now she was gone.

Chris sat in the sand, watching the sun as it shone a brilliant red, then began disappearing into the sea. She felt like the setting of the sun closely correlated with the last week. She had seen the brilliant redâ€”then saw it disappear before her eyes. Standing, she began jogging back, not really caring that it was probably past the time they were supposed to meet Mattâ€™s parents.

Lynn wandered into Mattâ€™s shop and leaned against the hood of the car that he was repairing. Matt looked up to find eyes hill of pain.

â€œHey, are you all right?â€ he asked, already knowing the answer.

â€œItâ€™s over between me and Chris.â€

â€œI tried to warn you. You didnâ€™t answer the phone.â€

â€œI guess I didnâ€™t hear it. So she came here first?â€

Matt nodded. â€œI tried to explain. She just wouldnâ€™t listen.â€

Lynn shrugged. â€œYeah, she wouldnâ€™t listen to me either.â€

â€œWhat did you say to her?â€ Matt asked.

â€œIt doesnâ€™t matter. She had a right to be angry. I should have told her,â€ Lynn mumbled as she stared off into space.

â€œJust let her cool off, then you two can talk it out.â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œNo, too many things were said. Itâ€™s time for me to bow out.â€

â€œBow out? You mean youâ€™re giving up?â€ Matt asked in disbelief.

Lynn nodded, then turned to Matt. â€œIâ€™m through messing with her life, Matt. Sheâ€™s frustrated, Iâ€™m frustrated. I canâ€™t deal with it anymore.â€

â€œWow. Stupid me, I thought you were actually in love with her.â€ Matt acted disgusted as he cleaned off his hands.

Lynn felt the tears well up in her eyes. â€œI do love her. Thatâ€™s why I have to walk away.â€

â€œLynn.â€ Matt took Lynnâ€™s face in his hands and looked into her eyes. â€œSheâ€™s in love with you, too, sheâ€™s just fighting it.â€

Lynn backed away from her friend. â€œNo more fighting, no more hurting, no moreâ€¦ love.â€

Reaching the edge of the building, Lynn stopped and ran her fingers through her hair. â€œI wonâ€™t be around for a while, but if you need me, you know where you can find me.â€

Chris slowed her pace to a walk as she approached the house. Matt was dressed for the evening and was leaning against the railing watching her approach.

â€œSheâ€™s gone,â€ Chris said, not raising her eyes as she climbed the stairs.

â€œI know. Isnâ€™t that what you wanted?â€ Matt asked softly, still staring into the fading light.

â€œI donâ€™t know what I wanted,â€ Chris replied.

Matt nodded, took a swig from his bottle, and looked back toward the water.

â€œIs that all youâ€™re going to say?â€ Chris asked, wanting some kind of reassurance that everything would be okay.

Matt turned around, leaned back onto the railing, and shrugged. â€œWhat would you like me to say? â€œ Matt paused, shook his head, and slid open the door, stopping only to say, â€œI called to tell my parents that we were running late. Theyâ€™re expecting us at seven.â€

Matt turned over the ignition as Chris slid into the car next to him. She reached over and pulled the door shut and remembered fondly how Lynn had always opened the door for her. She had tried to push the dayâ€™s events back in her mind during her shower. Unfortunately, just having this one memory made her eyes fill with tears.

â€œOh God, Chris, please tell me that youâ€™re not going to be like this all night!â€ Matt groaned.

Chris sighed. â€œDonâ€™t worry. Iâ€™ll be fine. Iâ€™m sure the concert will take my mind off of it.â€

Matt laughed. â€œYou do remember that weâ€™re going to a classical music concert, right?â€

â€œYeah. I like classical music. I just hope itâ€™s mostly upbeat.â€ Chris paused, then began again, â€œMattâ€¦ about Lynnâ€¦â€

Matt cut her off sharply. â€œChris, I donâ€™t want to hear one more word about it, not tonight, maybe ever. Okay?â€

Chris nodded and dried her eyes.

Although Chris found it unbelievably difficult, she was able to make small talk all through dinner. At least the dinner conversation kept her mind occupied; the concert did not. During the first hour, no matter how hard she tried, Chris could not keep her mind from wandering. She relived the past two weeks, then the events of that day. By intermission, Chris was sitting on the edge of her seat. As the lights were turned up, she immediately excused herself to use the bathroom.

Chris rushed to the pay phone, tore open the phone directory, and searched frantically for the number for the bar. Locating it, she dialedâ€¦ one ringâ€¦ two ringsâ€¦ three ringsâ€¦ come on, come on.

Someone answered, â€œRainbow Room,â€ the voice yelled over the music in the background.

â€œSam?â€ Chris asked.

â€œYes, this is Sam.â€

â€œSam, this is Chris. Is there any way that you can get Lynn to the phone, Iâ€™ll wait if I have to,â€ Chris said, sounding panicky.

â€œChris, Lynn didnâ€™t come in tonight. Said she wasnâ€™t feeling well.â€ Sam paused. After no response on the other end of the line, Sam asked, â€œIsnâ€™t she at home?â€

â€œUmmâ€¦ never mind,â€ Chris said into the phone before slowly placing the receiver back on the base. She fed another set of coins into the device and dialed the number at the house. The phone rang on the other endâ€”one, two, three, four, five times. Come on, pick up, Lynn, she said to herself. Chris heard the machine click on and waited for the beep. â€œLynn, if youâ€™re there, pickup, please!â€ Chris waited for an answer and felt a surge of disappointment as she hung up. What was she going to do?

The two couples sat in a booth reviewing the menus. Chris had tried to give Matt â€œthe lookâ€ when his parents had offered to buy dessert after the concert, but as usual, Matt didnâ€™t catch on. It didnâ€™t even seem to faze him when she declined on ice cream. He shouldâ€™ve known that she was close to the breaking point from that gesture alone. Chris was having trouble keeping her mind on the conversation at hand, but the next sentence out of Marieâ€™s mouth brought her screeching back to reality.

â€œMatty, I hope that you can put up with us for a little longer!â€ Marie smiled and placed her hand on her husbandâ€™s. â€œJohn and Barbara Murdock, you know, the couple that we ran into tonight? Well, it seems that they were going on a cruise with another couple next week, and the other couple had to cancel. They asked us if weâ€™d like to take the coupleâ€™s place!â€

Matt gulped as he looked first at his mom, then at his dad.

â€œItâ€™s actually one of those three-day cruises down to Mexico and back. It doesnâ€™t actually start until Tuesday, and we get back late Friday,â€ Charles explained.

â€œYes,â€ Marie smiled. â€œThat means we have at least four more days to spend with you! Tomorrow, Sunday, Monday, and then next Saturdayâ€¦â€

â€œMaybe weâ€™ll just stay until next Sunday, that way weâ€™ll have the whole next weekend with you,â€ Charles suggested.

Matt looked at Chris and nervously smiled. â€œGreat! Right, Chris?â€

Chris tried her best to return the smile. Another week of this charade? Could this day get any worse?

Matt pulled up in front of the house and put the car into park. He could see the disappointment on Chrisâ€™s face when Lynnâ€™s truck wasnâ€™t in the driveway. They walked into the house and Chris headed to the couch.

â€œSoâ€¦ Chris,â€ Matt stuttered, trying to find a way to ask how she felt about playing his fiancee for another week. â€œAbout my parents staying for another weekâ€¦ I had no way of knowing. I couldnâ€™t tell them not toâ€”â€

â€œMatt,â€ Chris softly interrupted. â€œItâ€™s okay. I know you couldnâ€™t do anything about it. Whatâ€™s another week?â€ she said resignedly.

Matt hugged her. He knew she was in pain, and this just added to her misery. Chris pulled away and plopped down on the couch.

â€œArenâ€™t you going to bed?â€ Matt asked. â€œItâ€™s late.â€

â€œNo, Iâ€™m just going to hang out here for a while,â€ Chris replied, turning on the television.

Matt sat down on the coffee table in front of Chris. â€œShe wonâ€™t be home tonight, Chris.â€

Chris avoided his eyes. â€œIâ€™m not waiting for her. Iâ€™ll go in to bed soon, I promise.â€

Matt sighed, stood, and walked down the hall. He hated to see the most important women in his life in such pain.

Lynn lay on the leather couch in her hotel room and stared out the door at the city lights. She had kept the room in the city as a permanent second residence so that she had a place to stay when she was working. It was easier than a regular apartment as it was always kept clean, and due to room service, she never had to cook.

Getting up from the couch she wandered over and opened the doors out onto the patio. She leaned on the railing and looked down at the cars and the people below. Nothing had changed. Her life had stopped, but everything else had continued. She tried to take a breath of fresh air but breathed in only smog. She longed for the cool, clean ocean breeze.

Back at Lynn and Mattâ€™s place, Chris flipped through the channels unable to find anything that she wanted to watch. Maybe it was because she couldnâ€™t think of anything else but Lynn. Her mind was reeling with all of the new information she had uncovered today. Lynn Gregory an investment analyst? That explained the investment magazine in her bedside drawer. Chris walked to the bedroom, changed her clothes, and grabbed the magazine she had previously found.

With a full dish of ice cream in hand, Chris plopped back down on the couch and opened the magazine. She put the first spoonful in her mouth. It immediately brought back the memories of the other night and the feeling of Lynnâ€™s tongue on her bare skin. Shivering, she shook the feeling aside and flipped through the pages. What a boring magazine, she thought, until she came upon a very interesting picture, a picture of Lynn. At least the face looked like Lynnâ€™s, She read the caption under the photograph, â€œLynn Gregory at the top of her game.â€ No wonder Lynn had kept it.

Chris settled in to read the two-page article on Lynn. When she had finished, she sat in shock, for the second time that day. The article said Lynn finished college at nineteen, made full partner in her investment firm at twenty-three and, as they said in the article, was â€œon top of her gameâ€ at thirty. Lynn said she was thirty-two. This woman had it all. What had happened to the woman in the last two years to make her completely change her life?

The bowl of ice cream empty, Chris closed the magazine and thought about the Lynn Gregory that she had come to know. She wasnâ€™t anything like the headstrong genius she had read about. She wasnâ€™t even sure that she would have liked Lynn if she had been like the person in the article. Maybe Matt was right. Maybe she wouldnâ€™t have felt the connection with Lynn if she had known who she was in the beginning. Chris stretched out on the couch and drifted off to sleep pondering the question.

Back at the hotel, Lynn finished a drink. Turning down the comforter, she thought back to where she was just the night before. At home in her own bed, with the woman she loved lying in her arms. She climbed into the sheets, turned off the light, and lay there feeling entirely alone. She felt the first tear roll down her cheek. Rolling over, she softly cried herself to sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

Chris awoke to someone gently rubbing her arm. She smiled and sleepily opened her eyes. â€œLynn?â€ But as she focused she saw not Lynn sitting beside her, but Matt.

Matt shook his head. â€œI told you that she wouldnâ€™t come home last night. I donâ€™t know why you waited out here for her.â€

Chris stretched out after being cramped on the couch all night. Seeing the magazine on the table, she felt the pain of yesterdayâ€™s events overwhelm her again.

Matt followed her eyes to the magazine on the table. Picking it up he said, â€œWhere did you find this?â€ Without waiting for an answer he chuckled and threw it back on the table, commenting, â€œTotally different person now, huh?â€

Chris nodded in agreement, â€œWhat happened to her?â€

â€œI guess she just got tired of all the crap. When her personal life fell apart, she made a choice to stop and smell the roses.â€

â€œShe just gave it all up?â€ Chris questioned.

â€œYeah, well sort of. She still works once in a while. She still has a few clients and she still looks into investments for my dad. She has to do certain things to keep up her status as partner,â€ Matt explained.

â€œWell, I gotta go,â€ he said as he stood and walked to the door, holding a cup of coffee. â€œSee you tonight.â€

Chris reached over and again examined the picture of Lynn in the article. Then she let her eyes scan the photographs on the mantel. The exterior differences were obviousâ€”her hair was shorter now; she had ear piercings; her body was much more toned and muscular. But the real difference was in her eyes. Lynn had been so right: you could tell a lot about a person through the eyes. The eyes of the woman in the picture were cold and shallow. She remembered the eyes she had looked into not more than two days agoâ€”warm, sensitive, caring. Then, the eyes grew full of anger and hurt as Chrisâ€™s memory from their encounter on Friday resurfaced in her mind.

Suddenly, Chris found herself rolled into a ball, occupying only a fraction of the large stuffed sofa. She curled her knees in even closer and softly cried herself to sleep.

The shrill ring of the phone abruptiy woke Chris from her dreams. Rubbing her face, she tried to wipe away the remnants of the tears that had dried on her cheeks. She rushed to the device, somehow hoping that it was Lynn. Chris tried not to show her disappointment as she heard Mattâ€™s voice on the other end.

â€œWhatâ€™d you do, fall back asleep?â€ Matt laughed.

â€œUhâ€¦ yeah, I guess so,â€ Chris answered, still rubbing her eyes.

â€œWell, get off your butt and bring me something to eat, woman!â€

â€œExcuse me?â€ Chris smiled at Mattâ€™s attempt to sound tough.

â€œOh come on, Iâ€™m starving and I canâ€™t get away,â€ Matt pleaded. â€œPlease!â€

â€œYouâ€™re pitiful!â€ She chuckled. â€œYouâ€™ll have to wait until I shower!â€

Chris hung up the phone and ran her fingers through her hair. She shuffled down the hall to the shower, thankful to have a reason to climb out of the pit that she had fallen into this morning.

Chris watched Matt pick at his food. â€œYouâ€™re sure not eating much for being starved!â€

Matt swirled a french fry in the mound of ketchup as he looked up at Chris. â€œYeah, well, the truth is, I had to get you out of the house. Lynn realized this morning that she needed a few things, her briefcase, laptopâ€¦ I guess she left in such a hurry yesterdayâ€¦â€

Chris lowered her eyes, remembering Lynnâ€™s exit all too well. â€œMattâ€”â€ Chris began.

Matt put his hand up to stop her from continuing. â€œStop. Donâ€™t want to hear it.â€

â€œI just wanted to say that I didnâ€™t mean all the thingsâ€”â€

Matt put his hand up again. â€œShe didnâ€™t tell me what was said. My guess is that she didnâ€™t want me holding it against you.â€

Chris sat back in her chair. â€œI donâ€™t have to stay at the house, Matt.â€

Running his fingers through his hair, Matt sighed. â€œThatâ€™s not what she wants, Chris.â€

Chris nodded. â€œSo, whereâ€™s she staying? With one of her girlfriends?â€

Swallowing his bite, Matt chuckled at the underlying jealousy in the question. â€œNo.â€ He shook his head. â€œSheâ€™s got a place in the city. Believe me, itâ€™s more than comfortable.â€

Chris sat back in silence, still trying to process all of the new information that had been revealed. Matt began gathering the trash from their lunch.

â€œSo, what are you going to do with your free evening tonight?â€ Matt asked.

Chris shrugged. â€œStudy, I guess. Iâ€™ve gotten behind, I need to catchup.â€

â€œExciting Saturday night, girl! Youâ€™re welcome to come out with me and Paul,â€ Matt politely offered.

â€œOh yeah, letâ€™s see, going out with you on your date, or staying home studying. What a choice,â€ Chris grumbled. A few days ago she would have loved a free evening, just to be with Lynn.

â€œBut itâ€™s a choice,â€ Matt suggested as he threw the trash into the can. â€œWell, Iâ€™ve got to get back to work. Paulâ€™s picking me up at six, if youâ€™re interested.â€

Chris rose from her chair and walked toward the door. â€œSee you later.â€

Chris tried not to race back to the house. She set her expectations low, knowing that Lynn would have rushed in and rushed out. There would be no way Lynn would still be there. She was right. Lynnâ€™s truck was nowhere in sight. Upon searching the house, she could find no signs that Lynn had been there, except that the computer and the briefcase were gone. No note saying that everything would be okay. No card saying that they would still be friends. Just an empty house. Chris grabbed her backpack and pulled out a book. She would focus her energies on studying. Sinking down on the couch, she opened her book to Chapter Thirteen. She would need to get through Chapter Sixteen to catch up. She began reading, and then drifted off to sleep.

The slamming of the door woke Chris from a deep sleep. She glanced at the clock: it was almost six.

Matt looked over the edge of the couch. â€œI can see that you got a lot of studying done!â€ he chuckled. â€œPaul will be here anytime. Tell him that Iâ€™m running late. Iâ€™ll try to make it quick!â€

Chris rubbed her eyes and sat up. Damn, what a wasted afternoon.

The knock on the door startled her. Paul was early. Running her fingers through her hair, she walked groggily across the room and swung the door open.

â€œI take it Mattâ€™s not ready.â€ Paul smiled.

â€œNo,â€ Chris replied as she motioned for him to come in. â€œHe just got home. He said heâ€™d hurry.â€

Paul entered the room and followed her lead in plopping down on the couch. He sat in silence, wringing his hands nervously. Chris watched the man, wondering if there was something wrong. Finally, she broke the tension.

â€œIs there something wrong, Paul?â€

â€œCan I ask you a question? I mean, you donâ€™t have to answer if it makes you feel uncomfortable,â€ Paul said with a bit of hesitation.

â€œWhat is it?â€ Chris asked.

Paul paused; looking down, he nervously asked, â€œIs Matt seeing anyone else? I just want to know. You see Iâ€™m kind of new at this dating thing. I wanted to ask himâ€¦ but I didnâ€™t know if it was too soonâ€¦â€

Chris sat down across from him. â€œWhat do you mean, new to the dating thing?â€

â€œWell, I was with someone for a long time. He died in a car accident about a year ago. Itâ€™s taken me a while to get over him. Iâ€™ve just started going out again.â€

â€œIâ€™m sorry. How long were you together?â€ Chris softly asked.

â€œSeven years this month,â€ he replied, and, running his hand over his face, began to apologize. â€œSorry, I still keep counting as if he were still alive. I guess itâ€™s hard to get over your first love.â€ He looked up at Chris and slighdy smiled.

â€œHe was your first love?â€

â€œYeah, believe it or not, I had never even been attracted to a man before. But he was really special. He had this look in his eye that just made me melt, and his laughâ€¦â€ Paul answered as if getting lost in his memories.

â€œSounds like you have some great memories,â€ Chris said sympathetically. Then, deciding to ask the burning question in her mind, she asked, â€œSo if you had never been attracted to a man before, what made you decide that all of a sudden you were gay?â€

Paul paused to gather his thoughts, then replied, â€œYou know, everyone has so many labelsâ€¦ the plain truth is that you canâ€™t help who you fall in love with. I just happened to fall in love with a man, there was no â€˜decisionâ€™ to make.â€

Chris was taken aback with his thoughts. It seemed so clear to him. She wanted to continue the conversation, so she asked, â€œOkay, so you fell in love with a man. Is it so clear to you now that you want to be with another man?â€

Paul thought this question over carefully, and answered, â€œIâ€™ve come to realize that there are certain qualities that I admire in the male sex.â€ Then, shaking his head, he reconsidered his answer. â€œNo, I donâ€™t want to use that word â€˜sex,â€™ thatâ€™s the wrong word. Itâ€™s not just a physical thing. Iâ€™m sorry, you know, I donâ€™t know how to describe it. I guess itâ€™s just a connection that I feel.â€ Paul looked up and chuckled. â€œDoes that make any sense? God, I must sound like a complete idiot!â€

Chris found it hard to reply. It was as if he had read her mind.

Paul reached over and touched her knee. â€œHey, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?â€

â€œNo, no, Iâ€™m sorry,â€ Chris forced out

Paul smiled, knowing that he had planted a seed. â€œWell, did I pass the interview?â€

â€œThe interview?â€ Chris asked, a little confused â€œWell, I figured you were checking me out before you answered my question about Matt.â€

Chris smiled; did he really think she was that stupid? She answered, â€œNo, Matt isnâ€™t seeing anyone else.â€

â€œDid I hear my name?â€ Matt called from down the hall.

Chris laughed out loud. â€œI was just asking if Paulâ€™s intentions were honorable!â€

Matt stuck his head around the corner. â€œI hope not!â€ He smiled.

Paulâ€™s face turned red. Chris looked at Matt. â€œOh yeah, and you wanted me to come with you guys tonight? I think thatâ€™s where the saying â€˜threeâ€™s a crowdâ€™ comes into play!â€

There was laughter down the hall and then the sound of the blow-dryer.

â€œYou really are welcome to come with us,â€ Paul offered.

â€œThanks, but I slept all afternoon instead of studying. Iâ€™d better stay here,â€ Chris explained.

Chris watched Paulâ€™s eyes light up and she turned as he stood to meet Matt as he entered the room. She smiled, seeing Mattâ€™s eyes glow in return. Remembering similar exchanges between her and Lynn, she lowered her eyes.

Matt saw the smile fade from Chrisâ€™s face and felt her pain. He walked over and knelt in front of the woman.

â€œAre you sure that you wonâ€™t reconsider?â€

Chris reached out and stroked his cheek. â€œGo, have a good time. I wonâ€™t wait up,â€ she said with a wink.

Matt smiled and nodded; he took Paulâ€™s hand, and the two walked out the door.

Chapter Sixteen

Chris ran into the house and grabbed a bottle of water. She listened to the silence and realized Matt must still be in bed. Wiping the sweat from her face on her T-shirt, she tiptoed down the hall, quietly opened Mattâ€™s door, and then flung herself on his bed. â€œNow look whoâ€™s sleeping the day away!â€

Matt groaned and pulled the pillow over his head. â€œLeave me alone, I got in really late last night!â€ came his muffled voice from beneath the material.

â€œCome on.â€ Chris tugged at the pillow. â€œI want details!â€

Matt clung to the pillow. â€œGet your own love life!â€ As soon as the words left his mouth he knew what he had done. He pushed the pillow aside to see Chrisâ€™s solemn face. â€œIâ€™m sorryâ€¦ there I go again saying the wrong thing.â€

Propping herself up on one elbow, she sighed. â€œIâ€™ve never had a love life. Lust, yes. Sex, a lot. But Iâ€™ve never been in love.â€

Matt propped himself up on his elbow to meet her face. â€œReally? You couldâ€™ve fooled me!â€

Chris just stared at him, then lowered her eyes, pushed herself up, and crawled off of the bed. â€œIâ€™m going to take a shower,â€ she mumbled as she left the room.

The four walked into the stadium and looked overhead at the section numbers painted on the concrete. Hand in hand, the two couples made their way through the crowd and down the steps to their seats. Chris sat down and gazed at the view of the baseball diamondâ€”the bright green grass offset by the darkness of the dirt and the stark white lines, contrasted with the clear blue skyâ€”she was amazed at how beautiful it all was. Her thoughts were interrupted by Marie, who had leaned over her son to speak.

â€œItâ€™s just a shame that Lynn got these box seats and isnâ€™t here to enjoy them with us!â€

Chris nodded in agreement, knowing it was her fault that Lynn had canceled. Matt jumped into the conversation. â€œYou know Lynn when she gets her mind set on something!â€

Charles shook his head. â€œI just hope she isnâ€™t getting too involved with work again. I hope that she remembers that work isnâ€™t everything.â€

â€œShe does, Dad. I can guarantee that she wonâ€™t fall into that trap again.â€ Matt replied. â€œI wonâ€™t let that happen.â€

Marie looked over at Chris. â€œIâ€™m sure youâ€™ll help, too, right Chris?â€

Chris smiled nervously and was relieved when all attention shifted to the players on the field.

Matt and Chris sat in the living room after what seemed like an extremely long day. The game had gone into extra innings and there had been a traffic jam on the way out. Afterward, they had gone to a restaurant that was short on help. The two sat in silence while Matt clicked through the channels.

â€œWant some popcorn?â€ Chris asked. Matt shook his head no.

â€œIce cream?â€ Chris offered. Matt shook his head again.

Matt threw down.the remote. â€œThereâ€™s nothing on.â€ In actuality, Matt wouldâ€™ve liked to go to bed, but he knew that Chris was a night owl and he didnâ€™t want her to feel alone. â€œHey, why donâ€™t you look in the cabinet and pick out a movie to watch. Just nothing Doris Day!â€

Chris smiled sarcastically and went over to the cabinet. She looked at the selection and pulled out a tape without a label. â€œWhatâ€™s on this?â€

Matt shrugged. â€œPut it in and weâ€™ll see.â€

Chris pushed the tape into the VCR, pushed Play, and stood back. The picture that appeared looked like a home movie. Matt sat up immediately. â€œOh, you donâ€™t want to watch thatâ€¦â€ Just as he spoke, the picture scanned a scene in front of a campsite. Chris had been introduced to a couple of the people in the video, and then she saw a sight that captivated her. Lynn walked across the screen in tight jeans carrying a pile of wood. Dropping the wood, she dusted the dirt from her shirt and laughed as another womanâ€™s hands helped in the dusting.

Backing up until she reached the edge of the couch, Chris sat down without taking her eyes off of the television. She didnâ€™t even hear Mattâ€™s voice until he raised it.

â€œChris!â€

Turning toward him, she questioned, â€œWhen was this taken?â€

â€œAbout six months agoâ€¦ maybe longer,â€ he answered. â€œIâ€™m going to turn it off, Chris.â€

â€œNo!â€ She kept her eyes glued to the screen in front of her, where day had turned to night, and the camera scanned the group around a campfire. They were laughing, drinking, and roasting marshmallows. The next shot was a closeup of a marshmallow being fed to Lynn, then Lynn sucking the fingers that fed her, and then lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

Chris lowered her eyes; the pain was almost unbearable.

â€œNow can I turn it off?â€ Mattâ€™s voice came across the room.

Chris shook her head. â€œNo, Iâ€™d really like to watch it.â€

Matt sighed, stood, and handed her the remote. He could not sit here and watch her self-inflicted misery. Running his fingers through her hair, he leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

â€œIf it matters, I canâ€™t even remember the womanâ€™s name,â€ he said as he left the room. â€œI never saw her again after that weekend.â€

Chris lay down on the couch and watched the tape in the darkness. When it was through, she rewound it and watched it again. Then she watched only the scenes of Lynn. God, she missed her. Watching her on the screen was the next best thing to having her there. This is just pathetic, she finally realized. Turning off the television, she wandered into the bedroom and felt even more alone than the two previous nights. If she could just see Lynn and talk to herâ€¦ and tell her what? Chrisâ€™s mind and body still couldnâ€™t seem to agree on what kind of relationship she wanted with her. She still didnâ€™t believe that she was a lesbian, even though her body ached for Lynn. And she still didnâ€™t believe that what she felt was love, even though she missed her every minute of every day. She fell asleep as she struggled with the all-consuming conflict.

Chapter Seventeen

Chris climbed out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen. She grabbed a mug from the shelf and poured some coffee. Rubbing her face to wake up, she carried her cup into the living room and stared at the phone. Lynn would be at the diner. Should she call her? No, she shouldnâ€™t be bugging her. It was over. Lynn had said so, now Chris just had to get it through her mindâ€¦ and heart.

â€œDammit!â€ Chris cursed under her breath. If she could just speak to Lynn, apologize profusely, maybe, just maybeâ€¦ Chris picked up the phone and dialed information for the number of the diner. It took several minutes for Chris to get up the nerve to dial the number that she had written down. She picked up the receiver and began dialing.

The call was picked up after the first ring. â€œBlue Moon Cafe, this is Betty speaking.â€

â€œHi. Iâ€™d like to speak with Lynn,â€ Chris said.

â€œYou and all the other ladies!â€ joked Betty. â€œSorry, hon, sheâ€™s not here today, had an appointment or something. Actually, now that I think about it, sheâ€™ll be gone all week.â€

â€œThanks anyway,â€ Chris said as she hung up the receiver.

Chris finished the last of her coffee and walked into the kitchen for a refill. As she passed by the refrigerator, she saw the same note clipped to a magnet that had been there all week, but this time it meant something. The note read: â€œDonâ€™t forget meetingâ€”-June 4,9 a.m.â€ Chris walked back to the phone, this time dialing the number that she had found on the letterhead of Lynnâ€™s investment firm.

â€œGood morning, Peabody, Smith, Hadley, and Gregory. How may I direct your call?â€

â€œIs Lynn Gregory available?â€ Chris asked shyly.

â€œIâ€™m sorry, Ms. Gregory is in a partnersâ€™ meeting until noon. Can someone else help you?â€

â€œNo, thanks,â€ Chris replied. She hung up the phone. Noon. She could get ready and make it to the office by noon. Then she would have to talk to me. Chris ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Maybe it wouldnâ€™t be such a bad day after all.

Chris stood outside the tenth-floor office of Peabody, Smith, Hadley, and Gregory. She was on time even after getting lost within the city streets several times. She swung open the glass door and was instantly impressed by the interior of the office. Marble floors, leather couches, the smooth, sleek teak finish on the half-moon-shaped receptionist counter. She approached the receptionist, who held up one finger to signal that she was on the phone and would be with her in one minute.

Finally, the receptionist acknowledged her. â€œMay I help you?â€

â€œYes, Iâ€™d like to see Lynn Gregory,â€ Chris stated.

â€œDo you have an appointment with Ms. Gregory?â€

â€œNo, but I believe that sheâ€™ll see me.â€

â€œIâ€™m sorry, Ms. Gregory is in a meeting at the moment. If youâ€™d like to waitâ€¦â€

â€œYes, thank you, Iâ€™ll wait,â€ Chris said. She walked over to one of the couches and sank down into the cushions. She reviewed her magazine selections and chose the one containing the article â€œMuscles and Your Body. How They Work for You.â€ She stared at the pages but could only concentrate on what she would say to Lynn. Unfortunately, she still didnâ€™t know exactly what she was going to say. She played out several different scenarios in her mind, but nothing sounded quite right.

Chris looked at her watchâ€”one oâ€™clock. She had been nervously waiting for an hour. She had flipped through a half a dozen articles when she heard the voice. She looked up, trying to find the sound. Suddenly, she saw Lynn. At least Chris thought it was Lynn. But this was clearly not the Lynn that was familiar to her, this was a different Lynn Gregory.

This Lynn Gregory was clad in a short navy blue suit offset by a white silk blouse, and was perfectly balanced on navy blue pumps. Her hair was slicked back, to control its usual unruliness, and her face was complemented with perfect makeup, hidden only by the pair of half-glasses balanced on her nose. Walking down the hall toward the receptionist area, Lynn was reviewing paperwork and discussing the same with a man who was clearly trying to keep up with her.

Chris sat up on the edge-of the couch to get a better look. She couldnâ€™t quite decide if Lynn was more beautiful now, or as she was accustomed to seeing her.

Chris observed Lynn as she got closer. She watched as Lynnâ€™s eyes raised from the paperwork in her hands, pulled her glasses down to meet Chrisâ€™s gaze, then raised them back to focus again on the documents. Not missing a step, Lynn turned and walked into an office not far down the hall from the receptionist desk.

Chris wasnâ€™t sure what to do. She was pretty sure that Lynn had seen her. She watched as the man left the office that they had just entered, and then approached the receptionist desk.

â€œExcuse me, is Ms. Gregory available to see me now?â€

The receptionist punched in an extension number. â€œMs. Gregory, thereâ€™s someone here to see you.â€ The woman listened to a response on her headset, then looked at Chris. â€œIâ€™m sorry, Ms. Gregory isnâ€™t available to see anyone today.â€

Chris was taken aback. Maybe Lynn hadnâ€™t seen her.

â€œCan you call her again? Iâ€™m actually a friend of hers.â€

The receptionist rang the extension again. â€œIâ€™m sorry, Ms. Gregory, but she says sheâ€™s a friend of yours. Aâ€”â€

â€œChris Newman.â€

â€œA Chris Newman is here to see you.â€ The receptionist nodded and asked Chris to take a seat.

After a few moments, a man approached and sat down next to Chris.

â€œMs. Newman, Iâ€™m sorry, Ms. Gregory isnâ€™t available for anyone today. She asked me to tell you that your type of investment is just a little too risky at the present time.â€

The man shook her hand, stood, and proceeded down the hall.

Chris sat there, unable to move. She couldnâ€™t decide what to do. Should she run down the hall screaming her apology? No, they might call security. She weighed her options in her mind. Lynnâ€™s truck must be in the parking garage below. Maybe she could just leave a note.

Rifling through her.car trying to locate something decent to write on, Chris kicked herself for leaving her backpack at the house. Well, this will have to do, she said to herself, finding a leaflet that had once been placed on her windshield at school. â€œLose fat while you sleep,â€ proclaimed the advertisement. Turning the piece of paper over to find an empty space, she began to write.

But she wasnâ€™t prepared to put her feelings onto paper. After she wrote that she was sorry for many of the things that she said, all she could say was that she missed her. She reread the note. It sounded soâ€¦ juvenile. For a college student, she should be able to organize her thoughts a little better. However, she couldnâ€™t quite put her pain on paper. The ache in her stomach wouldnâ€™t translate into words. The note would have to do.

Chris drove into the parking garage and scanned the area for Lynnâ€™s beat-up old truck. No such luck. She passed through the vehicles. She saw names on the parking spaces and figured they must be assigned spaces. And where would the partnersâ€™ assigned spaces be, but close to the elevator. She drove down the rows of cars toward the elevator. Bingo! Smithâ€¦ Hadleyâ€¦ and finally, Gregory. But this couldnâ€™t be right. There was a dark blue BMW parked in this space. Maybe Lynn didnâ€™t have a space anymore, since she wasnâ€™t there on a full-time basis.

Chris pulled in behind the BMW to check out the situation. She walked down the length of the car, peering in the darkened windows. There was a pack of cigarettes on the passenger seat, the brand that Lynn had been smoking. But that didnâ€™t prove anything. Wait, the same medallion hung from the rearview mirror as did from the rearview mirror of Lynnâ€™s truck. She remembered because she had asked Lynn about it once. It was a half of a heart hung on a gold chain. Lynn said that it was a symbol to remind her how easily hearts can be broken. Quickly pulling the note that she had written from her pocket, she placed it under the windshield wiper, hoping not to set off any kind of alarm. That done, she jumped back into her vehicle and pulled away, just in time to evade the security guard leaving the elevator.

Chris looked in her rearview mirror as she heard the sound of several car alarms being unarmed. There were others who had exited the elevator behind the security guard. She watched as two men and a woman strolled to their respective vehicles.

Lynn approached the BMW, stopping to slide the piece of paper from her windshield. Glancing at it, she crushed it into a ball and threw it on the ground. She then tossed her briefcase into the car and proceeded to back out of the space.

â€œDammit!â€ Chris said to herself as she pulled away. She didnâ€™t even unfold the piece of paper. Pulling out of the parking garage, she waited for the BMW to pass. Maybe she could follow Lynn to her destination. Oh my God, she thought to herself, Iâ€™ve become a stalker. Pushing that aside, she followed the BMW onto the busy street. After several minutes, Chris lost the car and her chance of reconciliation.

Matt and Chris slid into his car. Matt turned the key in the ignition.

â€œI went to Lynnâ€™s office today,â€ Chris said quietly.

Putting the car in reverse, Matt replied, â€œI know.â€

â€œShe wouldnâ€™t see me.â€

â€œI know,â€ he said as he began tugging at the imaginary string on his steering wheel cover.

â€œI left a note on her car. Nice BMW.â€

Matt turned toward her. â€œThat, I didnâ€™t know.â€

â€œAbout her BMW?â€

â€œNo, about the note.â€

â€œYeah, well, she doesnâ€™t either.â€

â€œShe doesnâ€™t?â€

â€œNo, I had to write it on the back of an advertisement. She didnâ€™t even see the note, she just crushed it and threw it away. Kind of like our relationship.â€

â€œExcuse me?â€ Matt asked, trying not to get angry.

â€œIâ€™m sorry. I know, Iâ€™m all screwed up.â€

Matt threw the car into park and turned to Chris. â€œYou know, I really didnâ€™t want to get in the middle of this, but I guess Iâ€™m going to be anyway, so just let me ask one question, Chris.â€ Matt paused, trying to get his thoughts in order, then continued, â€œWhy is it exactly that you want to see Lynn? Is it because you want to apologize for that ridiculous accusation you made? Because if thatâ€™s the only reason, just write a note and leave it for her on Sunday.â€

â€œI canâ€™t explain it, I just really need to talk to her. Matt, just tell me where she is. Or give me her phone number,â€ Chris pleaded.

Matt shook his head. â€œI canâ€™t do that.â€

Chris crossed her arms. â€œCanâ€™t, or wonâ€™t?â€

Matt sighed, trying to make eye contact with Chris, but she would not meet his eyes. â€œLook, whatever happened between you two has made it so Lynn canâ€™t just be friends with you anymore. She wants to be more than your friend, Chris, and unless you feel the same for her, you just need to apologize and walk away.â€

Matt took a deep breath before asking the next question. â€œHow do you feel about Lynn?â€

Chris, still not malting eye contact, replied, â€œIâ€™m not sure. I just know that I miss her.â€

â€œWell, maybe I can help. What exactly do you miss about her?â€

â€œThatâ€™s what Iâ€™m not sure about.â€

The two sat in silence for a moment, then Matt sighed with frustration. â€œThen I guess I canâ€™t help.â€

Matt put the car into reverse and backed up. Calming down, he switched the gear into drive. He placed his hand on Chrisâ€™s and said soothingly, â€œSometimes you just have to follow your heart.â€

The evening over, Chris flopped onto the couch as Matt shuffled through the dayâ€™s mail.

â€œMatt,â€ Chris began with hesitation, â€œplease answer just one more question for me. Then, I promise, I wonâ€™t mention it again.â€

Matt briefly raised his eyes from the piece of paper in his hand, then nodded.

â€œI just donâ€™t understand why she wonâ€™t even talk to me.â€

Matt stood and dropped several unopened envelopes on the table. â€œI donâ€™t know, Chris.â€ Running his fingers through his hair, he continued, â€œI guess in her business sheâ€™s learned itâ€™s better to just cut your losses and move on.â€

As he began his way down the hall, he realized how cold his last statement had sounded. Turning back, he leaned over the back of the couch. â€œThat didnâ€™t come out quite the wayâ€”â€

Chris lowered her eyes and raised her hand to stop him. With a tearful voice she choked out, â€œI got the point, Matt.â€

Hearing Mattâ€™s bedroom door close, Chris wiped the tears from her eyes. She was glad that it was so easy for Lynn, she thought sarcastically, Just cut your losses and move on. Well, maybe she had overestimated Lynnâ€™s feelings for her. Maybe Lynn didnâ€™t call it a game, but a rose by any other name is still a rose. Chris vowed to begin the next day with a new attitude. After all, if Lynn could do it, so could she.

Chapter Eighteen

Chris threw off the covers and reached to turn off the alarm. Today she would not roll over and dwell on her misery, she had promised herself the night before. She was a strong, self-sufficient person. She just had to keep reminding herself.

She pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and rushed to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she grabbed eggs, bacon, and milk, and began preparing one of the only things she knew how to cookâ€”an omelette.

â€œA great breakfast to begin a great day,â€ she said out loud to herself.

â€œWho are you, and what have you done with Chris?â€ Matt chuckled as he entered the room and observed her activity.

â€œGood morning!â€ Chris sang out cheerfully. â€œWould you like some breakfast?â€

Matt looked at her with confusion. â€œSureâ€¦â€

â€œWhatâ€™s the matter?â€ Chris questioned as she added more ingredients to the bowl before her.

â€œNothing. Just glad to see a smile on your face.â€

â€œWell, itâ€™s time that I stop moping around and move on,â€ Chris said with a hint of sarcasm.

Matt nodded in understanding. This must be another of her defense mechanisms. He wasnâ€™t going to complain. At least he got food instead of tears out of this one.

He did, however, place a call to Sam as soon as he arrived at the shop.

â€œHey, Sam, this is Matt. Do you have a minute?â€ Matt headed to the phone before he had even put the Open sign on the door.

â€œSure. Whatâ€™s up?â€ answered Sam.

â€œChris is driving me crazy, Sam. Sheâ€™s miserable, Lynnâ€™s miserable, between the two of them, I might end up in the looney bin.â€

Sam sighed. â€œI know, Matt. Iâ€™ve heard all about it on my end, too. But what can we do?â€

â€œWell, I promised Lynn that I wouldnâ€™t do anything. But you havenâ€™t, have you?â€

Sam chuckled. â€œNo. What do you have in mind?â€

Chris went through her day with a purposeâ€”to forget about Lynn, to get on with her life, to move on. She tried desperately to concentrate in class, met with some friends for lunch, dropped by her apartment to pick up her mail, and by the time she got back to the house she was fairly pleased with her progress.

As she walked through the house after changing into her running clothes, the light on the answering machine caught her attention. Chris listened to the recorded voices as she retied her sneakers. The first message was Matt; he was spending the evening with Paul. The second message was from Sam inviting Chris to dinner the following night. She immediately dialed the number and left another message, accepting the invitation. Upon hanging up the phone, Chris strode outside ready for a nice long run.

Chris slowed her pace to wind down her run. She stretched several times on the sand and had just begun opening the glass door when she heard it. Lynnâ€™s voice rang through the space inside.

Chrisâ€™s heart dropped as she hurried inside only to discover the voice was coming from the answering machine: â€œLeave your name and number and weâ€™ll get back to you.â€ All of Chrisâ€™s hard work on her attitude went down the drain in a matter of seconds. Her heart began aching all over again. She winced when she heard the message that was left.

â€œLynn, goddammit! Youâ€™re not showing for rehearsal either! We understood about Friday and Saturday night, everyone has conflicts, but this has got to end. Weâ€™re going to have to discuss this as a band. We got along fine without you before, and weâ€™ll do it again if you donâ€™t stop screwing with us!â€ The recording echoed from the sound of the receiver being slammed down.

Chrisâ€™s anger flared. She knew why Lynn wouldnâ€™t be at rehearsal. Lynn wouldnâ€™t want to be at the bar if Chris showed up. But Lynn wasnâ€™t considering the other band membersâ€™ feelings. How selfish could someone get? Did she abandon her responsibilities every time she had lost at her little game? Or had this been the first time that Lynn had lost? Great, Chris thought to herself, now her heart was an aching, angry mess. She grabbed a beer and headed toward the shower.

Lynn wasnâ€™t doing any better. Finishing off the beer in her hand, she set it down on the table already filled with empty bottles. She had made it a point to go to the office again today, anything to take her mind off Chris. But now that she was back at her makeshift apartment, she felt the loneliness overwhelm her again. She was glad that Sam and Beth had invited her over for dinner the next night; they had always been there for her. Hearing the knock on the door, Lynn arose to retrieve dinner from the awaiting delivery person.

Back at Lynn and Mattâ€™s house, Matt shut the door and walked quietly over to the couch. Gently removing the book from Chrisâ€™s hands, he set it on the table and turned off the television. He watched the woman curled up on the couch. If he had been stronger, he would have carried her to bed. Unfortunately he never had been the weight-lifting type. Slipping the afghan over her body, he wondered if she wasnâ€™t more comfortable out here on the sofa anywayâ€”closer to her memories of Lynn. If Martâ€™s plan was a success, everything would be worked out between the two of them the next night at Sam and Bethâ€™s place. Otherwise, he might just have to get tough.

Chapter Nineteen

â€œI really appreciate the invite,â€ Chris said as she sat down on the couch in Sam and Bethâ€™s place. â€œItâ€™s pretty lonely at the house, especially when Mattâ€™s gone. I could use the time to study but I just canâ€™t seem to concentrate lately.â€

Beth sat down beside her. â€œBecause of your argument with Lynn?â€

Chris nodded. â€œI should have known that you would know about it.â€

â€œI told her that she shouldâ€™ve told you sooner,â€ Sam said.

â€œI feel like thereâ€™s a whole part of her that I donâ€™t even know.â€

â€œYou should be thankful,â€ Beth commented.

Chris looked at her with confusion. â€œWhat?â€

Beth clarified her statement. â€œYou donâ€™t really want to know that side of her.â€ Still seeing confusion in Chrisâ€™s eyes, she explained further. â€œLynn Gregory, â€˜Investment Analyst,â€™ is a cold, manipulative bitch!â€

â€œBeth!â€ Sam admonished.

â€œIâ€™m sorry. Iâ€™m just telling her like it is!â€ Beth continued, â€œWeâ€™ve seen her in action. Sheâ€™s a completely different person than the Lynn Gregory that weâ€™ve come to know.â€

Sam nodded in agreement. â€œSheâ€™s a totally different person. Thatâ€™s why she had to walk away from it. She didnâ€™t like who she had become.â€

Beth continued, â€œWhen sheâ€™s in that business mode, I just back away.â€

All three heads turned to the sound of a knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, Sam looked at Beth, rose, and walked to the entryway. Sam swung open the door and stepped aside to let Lynn pass by Lynn stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Chris sitting on the couch. â€œWhatâ€™s she doing here?â€

â€œMe? What are you doing here?â€ Chris exclaimed.

Sam looked at Lynn, then at Chris. â€œI think you two need to talk this thing out.â€

â€œHey, I wanted to talk,â€ Chris said sarcastically. â€œBut obviously all she wanted to do is get in my pants!â€

Lynn gave Sam a look that could kill. â€œFuck you Sam!â€

â€œOh, I guess she wants to fuck you now, too!â€ Chris snapped.

â€œI didnâ€™t want to fuck you, Chris. I wanted to make love to you. I know itâ€™s a new concept for me, but for the first time in over a year, I felt like I wanted to make love to someone!â€ Lynn shouted.

â€œSeeâ€â€”Sam put her hand on Lynnâ€™s shoulderâ€”â€at least she helped you to feel again, Lynn.â€

â€œOh yes, and it did wonders!â€ Lynn flung her arms in the air. â€œIt made me leave my home, my restaurant, and now my friends. Wow, doesnâ€™t that sound familiar. You would think I wouldâ€™ve learned the first time!â€ Lynn turned to leave.

Chris was irritated. â€œOh, now itâ€™s my fault. This never wouldâ€™ve happened if you wouldnâ€™t have played your little gameâ€”â€

â€œGame?â€ Lynn interrupted. â€œThe only thing that I did was to let you get to know the good side of me. I was honest with you otherwise. I told you that I had feelings for you and what did you do? You snuggled a little bit closer, you whispered in my earâ€¦ talk about a game! Who played who here?â€

â€œChris, talk to her.â€ Beth nudged her.

â€œYes, Chris, talk to me.â€ Lynn took a step toward her. â€œWhat do you have to say? That youâ€™ve decided that youâ€™re a lesbian? That you want to be my lover?â€ Lynn said sarcastically.

Chris just lowered her eyes, not knowing how to respond.

â€œYeah, thatâ€™s what I thought. I didnâ€™t think that you had made that decision.â€ Lynn turned around and headed toward the door. â€œIâ€™m out of here!â€

Sam stepped in front of the door, blocking Lynnâ€™s way.

â€œSam, donâ€™t mess with me,â€ Lynn said sternly.

Sam stood strong. â€œThereâ€™s nothing you can do or say thatâ€™s going to make me move.â€

â€œReally?â€ Lynn looked Sam straight in the eye. â€œI hold the mortgage on your house.â€

Samâ€™s face turned white. Lynn bumped the womanâ€™s shoulder with her own as she walked past and out the door. Sam didnâ€™t try to stop her.

Sam heard the door slam behind her. Lynn could be a real bitch sometimes, but she had never seen her act out as she just had.

She turned to meet Bethâ€™s eyes. â€œDid you have any idea?â€

Beth shook her head. â€œI knew that she was having a hard time getting financing for us, butâ€¦â€

Sam walked over and slowly lowered herself onto the couch. Beth joined her and put her arm around her partnerâ€™s shoulder.

â€œSo, now that the shoe is on the other foot, you might understand what Iâ€™m going through,â€ Chris stated.

Just then the phone rang. Neither Sam nor Beth budged. The answering machine clicked on; the voice on the other end of the line was familiar.

â€œGod, you guys, I am so sorry!â€ Lynn apologized. â€œI really embarrassed myself back there. Iâ€™m afraid that this whole situation has taken a real toll on me. I know thatâ€™s no reason to take it out on you, Iâ€™m really sorry. Please forgive me.â€ After a moment ofÂ´silence, the voice continued shakily, â€œAnd Chris, honey, if youâ€™re listening, I donâ€™t want to end our relationship with angry words between us. Look, what I should have said is that I love you. Iâ€™m head over heels for you. I thought you felt the same way and your words really hurt me. Youâ€™ve got to understand that I canâ€™t just be friends with you now. It just hurts too much. I really just need to stay away from you. God, please donâ€™t hate meâ€¦ bye.â€

Beth softy smiled at Sam. â€œReally, she was just trying to help us out.â€

Sam shrugged, stood, and wandered out of the room. Beth moved over to sit beside Chris.

â€œYou believe her, donâ€™t you? You donâ€™t really think this was a game to her?â€

Chris stared out into space. â€œI donâ€™t know what I think anymore.â€ Pausing, she lowered her eyes. â€œWhy did this have to happen? I was content with the way things were.â€

â€œWere you, really? You didnâ€™t want any more out of your relationship with her?â€

â€œBeth, Iâ€™m not a lesbian,â€ Chris stated, although she was unsure that was true.

Beth softly smiled. â€œHmmâ€¦ I just thought I saw something between you two when you came over last week. I must have been wrong.â€ Then, tilting her head trying to see into Chrisâ€™s eyes, she asked, â€œWas I wrong?â€

Chrisâ€™s face turned red. She was not ready to discuss this topic. She was certainly not ready to admit anything.

Getting no response, Beth continued along the line of questioning. â€œSo, I guess I donâ€™t understand, are you upset because you think that she lied to you, or because of her feelings for you, or because she thought you had feelings for her?â€

Chris shrugged in response.

â€œOkay, letâ€™s take one thing at a time. Do you think that sheâ€™s a different person than she led you to believe?â€

â€œWell, not really a different personâ€¦â€

â€œTell me what you know about her, and Iâ€™ll tell you if sheâ€™s different than she led you to believe.â€

Chris thought a minute. â€œNo, you tell me about what sheâ€™s really like, then Iâ€™ll know that youâ€™re not just agreeing with me.â€

â€œOkay,â€ Beth nodded. â€œShe has her good points, sheâ€™s kind, caring, always willing to help someone out, sensitive to peopleâ€™s needs.â€

Chris nodded in agreement.

Beth continued, â€œBut she has her bad points, sheâ€™s stubborn and headstrong, she has a bad temperâ€¦ which we all saw tonight. Sheâ€™s extremely intelligent, athletic, she has a really great assâ€¦â€

Chris looked at her in contusion. â€œThatâ€™s a bad thing?â€

Beth blushed. â€œIt is when youâ€™re already married!â€ she said, elbowing Chris in the side. â€œHave you ever noticed how defined her thigh muscles are? Sometimes, I ask her to get me something just so I can watch her walk across the room!â€ Beth exclaimed.

â€œYeah, and her arms are so strong, when theyâ€™re around you, you feel so safe and warmâ€¦ and then she looks at you, and you just get lost in her eyesâ€¦â€ Chris stopped, realizing what she had said.

Beth softly smiled and continued the conversation, â€œAnd those lips, I bet theyâ€™re soft, huh?â€

â€œI donâ€™t know, I never couldâ€¦â€ Chris answered, lost in thought.

â€œBut you wanted to?â€ Beth questioned in a soft voice.

Chris lowered her eyes, slowly shook her head, and whispered so only Beth could hear, â€œThat would make me a lesbian.â€

Beth put her arm around Chrisâ€™s shoulder and pulled her close. â€œWell, it sounds to me like you have feelings for Lynn. I think thatâ€™s what you need to concentrate on, not on the fact that you have feelings for a woman.â€

Chris smiled through her tears. As she pulled out of the embrace she looked Beth straight in the eye. â€œYou donâ€™t really have a thing for Lynn, do you?â€

Beth smiled and shook her head. â€œSamâ€™s the only woman for me.â€ Then she added teasingly, â€œBut if anything ever happened to Sam, Lynn just might be my second choice.â€

The three sat down to enjoy the dinner Beth had prepared.

â€œIâ€™m glad you decided to stay. I made enough enchiladas for an army!â€ Beth said.

â€œI can never pass up Mexican food,â€ Chris explained as she helped herself to a heaping portion.

Sam was still in her own thoughts as she quietly helped herself. Beth had tried to get her to lighten up earlier but was unsuccessful. The three ate in silence.

Chris was going over the conversation she had had with Beth in her mind. She couldnâ€™t help but concentrate on the fact that she had feelings for a woman, and she still wasnâ€™t sure it was love.

â€œSo, were you lesbians when you met each other?â€ she asked her dining companions.

Sam almost choked when posed the question. â€œDidnâ€™t Lynn tell you how we met?â€

Chris shook her head as she took another bite.

Beth spoke first. â€œSam is my former sister-in-law,â€

It was Chrisâ€™s turn to choke. â€œReally? This sounds like a good story!â€

Sam smiled as she began. â€œWell, my brother and I never quite got along. He could never accept the fact that his sister was a dyke, so he basically pretended I didnâ€™t exist.â€

â€œShe wasnâ€™t even invited to the wedding!â€ Beth added.

Sam nodded and continued, â€œMy parents were furious with him. As a gesture of good faith, he accepted an invitation to Christmas dinner, even though he knew I would be there.â€

â€œSo the first time you met was at Christmas? How long had it been since the wedding?â€ Chris asked curiously.

â€œAlmost a year,â€ Sam answered and proceeded with the story. â€œSo here it was Christmasâ€”â€

â€œWait, wait, you have to fill her in on what had happened that year,â€ Beth interrupted and then explained, â€œDuring that time, I had a miscarriage. Robert, her brother, was really upset. Blamed the whole incident on me. Said I had worked too much during the pregnancy. Anyway, Iâ€™m ashamed to admit it but the whole situation drove me to drink. I had just started going to AA meetings when Christinas rolled around.â€ Turning to Sam she said, â€œOkay, honey, go onâ€¦â€

â€œSo here it was Christmas,â€ Sam continued the story, â€œBeth and Robert arrived, we were introduced, and then he pulls out this bottle of wine and proceeds to uncork it. Well, I had heard about Beth being a recovering alcoholic, and told him that I thought it was really insensitive of him to drink in front of her. That didnâ€™t go over too well with him, but I guess it made quite an impression on Beth.â€

â€œIt was like we instantly connected. We spent the rest of the day laughing and joking. This made Robert really angry, but I didnâ€™t really care. We were having serious problems at the time, so I basically ignored him,â€ Beth explained.

â€œSo anyway, six months go by and I donâ€™t hear a word. Then all of a sudden one day, I get this phone call,â€ Sam exclaimed.

Beth continued the story, â€œI had gone by to tell Samâ€™s parents that I had filed for divorce. I thought that it was going to be a really awful situation, but they werenâ€™t really surprised at all. In fact, when I told them that I was moving out the next day, they suggested that I call Sam for help. Can you believe it? Her parents actually pushing us together like that?â€

Sam smiled and reached for Bethâ€™s hand. â€œSo she calls me and asks if I can come help her move some of her things. We spent the day moving her stuff to an apartment and then she asks me if I would go out and help her celebrate. Not just the divorce, but six months of sobriety.â€

Beth laughed. â€œThen she had to tell me that she owned a bar. That went over real big with me, but we worked it out. Three months later, I broke my lease and moved in with Sam.â€

Chris shook her head in disbelief. â€œSo your family is cool with the whole thing?â€

Sam looked at Beth and they both laughed. â€œMy parents are fine with it. But boy is Robert pissed!â€

â€œYeah, especially since I kept his last name. Now Sam and I are like a real married couple. The same last name and everything!â€

Sam got up from the table to get another soda. Chris leaned over and quietly asked, â€œSo if you werenâ€™t a lesbian when you met Sam, how did you make the decision to become one?â€

Beth put her fork down, looked into space, and smiled. â€œI fell in love.â€ Turning to Chris she added, â€œI had never really been in love before I met Sam. Whatever I felt for Robert, at the time I thought it was love, but it wasnâ€™t. I made a connection with Samâ€¦ I still canâ€™t explain itâ€¦ I just felt it.â€

â€œYes, I inspired her,â€ Sam admitted as she walked back into the room.

â€œInspired her?â€ Chris asked, not understanding what she had meant.

â€œDidnâ€™t you know? Beth is an artist. And she says that Iâ€™m her inspiration.â€ Sam smiled.

â€œAn artist? You didnâ€™t do the painting hanging in Lynnâ€™s living room, did you?â€ Chris asked in amazement.

Beth blushed and nodded. â€œThatâ€™s always been one of my favorites.â€

â€œThat painting makes me feel so peaceful. I love it,â€ Chris remarked, then sighed. â€œIâ€™m really going to miss it when I leave.â€

Beth looked at Sam and shrugged. They had given it their best try. But this was something that took time; it was no good to rush Chris into anything as life-changing as this. Beth understood, Sam understood, and through it all, they knew that Lynn understood it, too.

Chapter Twenty

Chris pulled up in front of a local pub and climbed out of her car. After swearing she would not spend another night alone in the house, she planned to meet some friends. She had been there once, maybe twice, but still had trouble finding the place. As she walked in, she scanned the area for the group. Finally, Erica stood and waved to her. The rest of the women followed suit. Chris had known several of the women for a couple of years, the others only months.

â€œWell, long time no see, stranger!â€ Robyn shouted above the noise.

Chris pulled out a chair and sat down. â€œOh, you know me, my headâ€™s always in the books!â€ She hadnâ€™t told any of them about the charade that she was participating in; she wasnâ€™t close enough to any of them to consider it their business.

â€œIf you want a drink, youâ€™ll have to go to the bar. We waited forever for someone to take our order and finally gave up,â€ Linda commented.

Chris nodded and stood. â€œAnyone else want anything while Iâ€™m there?â€ After taking orders, she weaved through the crowded room and shouted out her request.

â€œHey, havenâ€™t I seen you at the Rainbow Room?â€ asked the woman behind the bar as she wiped the counter.

Chrisâ€™s face turned red as she looked over at her friends at the table to make sure they werenâ€™t watching.

The woman apologized, â€œIâ€™m sorry. Playing it straight tonight?â€ Chris fumbled with the money in her hands. Not receiving a response, the woman continued, â€œYeah, I have to play it straight here, too, otherwise I wouldnâ€™t get the big tips.â€

Chris nodded nervously, then reached for the drinks that had been placed on the counter.

â€œWell, here you go.â€ The bartender handed her the last bottle. â€œOh, and tell your friend Erica that I said hello.â€

Chris looked at her curiously and made her way back to the table with their drinks. Setting the glasses on the table, Chris looked over to Erica. â€œThe bartender says hello.â€

Erica turned around, caught the eyes of the woman, smiled shyly, and then quickly turned back to her friends.

â€œHow do you know her?â€ Kelli questioned.

Lowering her eyes, Erica ran a finger around the rim of her glass, then shrugged.

â€œWhat?â€ Kelli insisted, â€œWhatâ€™s the big secret?â€

Erica leaned in close. â€œBelieve it or not, I slept with her once.â€

Chris tried to hide the shock she was feeling.

Almost in unison, the women asked, â€œReally?â€

â€œGod, guys! Donâ€™t act so shocked!â€ Erica exclaimed. â€œIt was one time!â€â€˜

â€œSoâ€¦ whyâ€¦ how did it happen?â€ Robyn asked. Her question was closely followed by Lindaâ€™s, â€œAnd how was it?â€

â€œI donâ€™t know how it happenedâ€¦ right place at the wrong timeâ€¦ wrong place at the right timeâ€¦â€ Erica sofdy smiled and leaned in closer. â€œBut it was incredible.â€

â€œI canâ€™t believe it,â€ Amy said in disgust as she collapsed back into her chair. â€œWith a woman?â€

Linda rolled her eyes. â€œOh, come on, Amy, itâ€™s 2005! Anything goes!â€

â€œYeah,â€ Robyn agreed. â€œWe havenâ€™t had much luck with men.â€

The women all nodded and laughed.

â€œI have only one question,â€ Kelli said, intrigued by the subject. â€œIf it was so incredible, why did it only happen once?â€

Erica looked at her friends, then traced the condensation on the glass before her. Suddenly she stood. â€œYou know what? Youâ€™re right!â€ Erica put her hand on Chrisâ€™s shoulder. â€œThanks, guys.â€

Just as Erica began to walk toward the bar, Kelli shouted, â€œAsk if she has a friend!â€ The group laughed and Erica stuck out her tongue.

Chris watched Erica as she took a seat at the bar, whispered in the bartenderâ€™s ear, and seductively touched the womanâ€™s hand. She was surprised at how her friends reacted. Question after question ran through Chrisâ€™s mind. Was this some kind of sign? Why had it been so easy for Erica? And why couldnâ€™t it be that easy for Chris? Maybe because Chris knew that if she slept with Lynn, it would have to be the beginning of a relationship. She couldnâ€™t sleep.with Lynn unless she knew for sure that she was in love with her. It would break Lynnâ€™s heart if it turned out to be just a one-night stand. Who was she kidding? It would hurt them both.

Chris sat quietly and listened to the group of women chatter. None of the topics, mostly gossip, interested her. But suddenlyâ€” she caught a glimpse of something familiar. The back of a woman, the same posture, the same hairline as Lynn. Could it be? She watched intently for several minutes, hoping the woman would come closer, would turn. But Chrisâ€™s heart dropped when she realized it wasnâ€™t Lynn.

The whole situation put a damper on her mood. Chris stood and began to excuse herself. â€œIâ€™m going to goâ€”â€

â€œOh come on, Chris! Donâ€™t be a party pooper!â€ Kelli interjected.

â€œI know, I know,â€ Chris said.

â€œWhat could possibly compete with the good time weâ€™re having here?â€ Robyn questioned. â€œOr should I say who?â€

Chris smiled sarcastically. The question reminded her of Lynn and their time together. And all the other questions about their relationship that seemed to consume her energy. She did the only thing she could do, she blamed her leaving on her studies.

â€œAll work and no playâ€”â€ Linda began.

Chris held up her hand to stop her in mid-sentence. â€œI play plenty, girls, youâ€™re just not privy to the details!â€ she quipped.

â€œOhhh!â€ the women chorused, then said their good-byes.

Chris returned to a quiet house. The silence almost deafening, she flipped on the television and settled on the couch. If she tried really hard she could still smell Lynnâ€™s scent on the afghan that she pulled over her. The week was quickly coming to a close, along with Mattâ€™s charade. The thought both saddened and scared her. If she didnâ€™t make a decision about her feelings toward Lynn in the next two days, she was afraid sheâ€™d never see her again.

She heeded to talk to someone. Someone who really knew her, understood her. Chrisâ€™s first thought was Scott. He was not only an occasional lover but also a good friend. They had known each other for years. Both had grown up as military brats. Heâ€”as well as her parentsâ€”had always thought that they would marry. But Chris, no matter how hard she tried, could not love him the way he deserved to be loved. And so, they remained friends, and sometimes more. Making the decision to call Scott in the morning, she closed her eyes and let the comforting dialogue of the â€œI Love Lucyâ€ show lull her to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chris dialed the number at the military base and after being put through several departments, finally heard his voice.

â€œChris? My God! Where have you been?â€ Scott questioned. â€œDid you move again or something?â€

â€œNoâ€¦ Iâ€™ve just been really busy,â€ Chris answered. â€œIâ€™m sorry that I havenâ€™t called you in a while, but itâ€™s really important that I talk to you about something.â€

â€œOkay,â€ he said hesitantly. â€œWhat about?â€

â€œCan I come over today after you get off work? Iâ€™d really like to talk to you in person.â€

â€œAre you all right?â€ Scott asked.

â€œYes, yes, I just need to talk to you. Youâ€™re still the best friend that I have, Scott. Iâ€™ll even bring a six-pack of your favorite.â€

â€œHmmmâ€¦ nice words, alcoholâ€¦â€ Scott chuckled. â€œYouâ€™re buttering me up for something. But Iâ€™m a sucker for a cute girl, so tonight it is.â€

Chris smiled as she hung up the phone. She knew she could depend on him. He was always honest without being judgmental. It was the quality she appreciated most in him. Hopefully, he wouldnâ€™t disappoint her tonight.

Meanwhile, Lynn was at her hotel and received a call from Todd, her office assistant.

â€œMs. Gregory, some flowers were just delivered for you. New girlfriend, perhaps?â€

She smiled at Toddâ€™s question. â€œNot that Iâ€™m aware of.â€

â€œWould you like me to read the card?â€ he offered.

â€œNo,â€ she replied as she let out a laugh, knowing that he just loved any juicy tidbit that sheâ€™d share with him. â€œWill you have the courier deliver them over to the hotel, please?â€ Lynn asked. She hung up the phone. Flowers. Who would send her flowers?

The courier arrived an hour later and Lynn opened the door to find a vase mil of daisies. Her heart dropped. She thanked the courier and set the flowers on the table. Pulling out the card, she hesitated. Would this be good news or bad news? Slowly, she read the writing:

Even daisies canâ€™t make this place feel like home without you. I miss you. Chris.

Feelings flooded over her. Chris was missing her. Did this mean anything? Lynn called her regular florist and ordered flowers for Chris, throwing in an extra twenty dollars for guaranteed delivery within the hour. She dictated the message for the card:

I can come home right now, all you have to do is ask. But please understand-, I wonâ€™t be coming home as a friend. The decision is yours. I love you. Lynn.

Lynn also included her voice mail number. She didnâ€™t want Chris to know where she was, and she didnâ€™t want to talk to her. She was uneasy about what the answer would be.

When the florist delivered the flowers to Chris, she answered the door and almost had a panic attack. On the spur of the moment, Chris had sent flowers to Lynnâ€™s office with a note saying that she missed her. She wasnâ€™t really sure what it would accomplish but just wanted Lynn to know that she was still thinking of her. Now, she feared Lynn had refused the flowers and the young man was there to return her money. Chris was startled when he turned back toward the truck.

â€œI just wanted to make sure someone was home before I lugged the flowers up here!â€ came his voice from down the steps. Chris watched as he returned with a dozen yellow roses.

â€œDelivery for Chris Newman.â€

â€œIâ€™m Chris.â€

â€œYou must be some special lady! Ms. Gregory never sends roses. She says roses mean commitmentâ€¦ or something like that.â€

Chris thanked the delivery person, shut the door, and placed the bouquet on the coffee table. Her hand shook as she pulled out the card and examined the words. She slowly sank to the couch. â€œAskâ€¦ wonâ€™t be as a friendâ€¦ decision is yoursâ€¦ loveâ€ the words rang in her head. Closing her eyes, she put her head in her hands. It really was time for a decision.

Arriving on time, Chris knocked on Scottâ€™s door. As he swung it open, Chris was taken abackâ€”she still admired a man in a military uniform. Scott pulled off his tie as he took the six-pack from her hands.

â€œYou still love the uniform, donâ€™t you?â€ He laughed. She sighed. He knew her almost better than she knew herself. It was one of the things that she lovedâ€”and hatedâ€”about him the most.

â€œSo whatâ€™s the big discussion?â€ Scott asked as he twisted off the cap from a bottle. Then his face froze. â€œYouâ€™re not pregnant, are you?â€

â€œBite your tongue!â€ Chris exclaimed.

â€œThank God!â€ he breathed out. â€œNow, donâ€™t beat around the bush, because Iâ€™ve had a really hectic day.â€

Chris pulled Scott down on the couch next to her. â€œIâ€™ve been having some strong feelings for someone, and I need your opinion on the situation.â€

â€œWow! Are you really asking for my opinionâ€¦ or my approval?â€ Scott questioned. â€œBecause I donâ€™t think that you have ever asked for my approval on a relationship!â€ Scottâ€™s eyes narrowed suspiciously. â€œSo whatâ€™s really going on here?â€

Chris lowered her eyes and twisted her hands as she tried desperately to formulate her next sentence. Scott leaned forward, cupped Chrisâ€™s chin, and raised her face. â€œYou know you can tell me anything, right?â€

Nodding, she tried to explain. â€œThis personâ€¦ the one that I think I have feelings forâ€¦â€â€”she looked directly into his eyesâ€” â€œis a woman.â€

Chris examined Scottâ€™s face but couldnâ€™t read his reaction. His hands grasped hers and he lowered his eyes as he caressed her soft skin.

â€œTell me what youâ€™re thinking,â€ Chris begged him. â€œAre you totally disgusted?â€

Scott looked confused. â€œDisgusted?â€

â€œYou know, that I may beâ€¦ a lesbian?â€ Chris whispered.

Scott searched her eyes. â€œAll Iâ€™ve ever wanted is for you to be happy If this, if she makes you happyâ€¦then it makes me happy.â€

Chrisâ€™s eyes welled with tears. â€œLynn makes me happy.â€ She smiled, then shrugged. â€œBut Scottâ€¦â€

â€œItâ€™s the whole lesbian thing, right?â€ Scott snickered as he held her hands tighter. â€œYou just donâ€™t want to believe that you could be gay?â€

â€œYouâ€™re finding this whole situation a little too funny!â€ Chris pulled her hands away â€œWhy is that?â€

â€œIâ€™m sorry,â€ Scott apologized as he reached for her hands again. â€œYou just have to be so damned logical about everything. Do you have to overanalyze everything?â€

â€œAnd what do you suggest I do, Mister Smarty Pants!â€ Chris said sarcastically. â€œJust sleep around with everyone without thinking?â€

â€œIsnâ€™t that what youâ€™ve been doing?â€ Scott laughed out loud.

â€œHa! Thatâ€™s what you think! I havenâ€™t slept with Lynn yet!â€

Scottâ€™s face crinkled with confusion. â€œThen whyâ€”â€

â€œWhy do I think that Iâ€™m a lesbian?â€ Chris interjected. Her face, now solemn, showed her pain. â€œI donâ€™t know how to explain it, Scott. I think about her all the time. Her face, her smileâ€â€”she looked into his eyes againâ€”â€her body.â€

â€œSo why donâ€™t you just sleep with her and get it over with?â€ Scott questioned.

â€œOh, as if itâ€™s just that easy!â€ Chris flung her arms up in the air. â€œJust sleep with a woman! Why didnâ€™t I think of that?â€ she cried out sarcastically.

â€œOh, donâ€™t act so innocent!â€ Scott answered with his own sarcasm. â€œYou just told me that you think about her body. You canâ€™t tell me that you havenâ€™t thought about having sex. Whatâ€™s the problem?â€ Scott continued, answering his own question, â€œOh, that would make you a lesbian. No, Chris, that would make you curious. If it doesnâ€™t work out, it doesnâ€™t work out.â€

Chris looked at her friend curiously. â€œYouâ€™ve sure become a lot more liberal. Anyway, I wonâ€™t sleep with her unless Iâ€™m sure that Iâ€™m in love with her. Sheâ€™s been hurt before, I wouldnâ€™t want to hurt her again.â€

Scott lowered his eyes but not before Chris saw the hurt that her last statement had caused.

â€œIâ€™m sorry, Scott. I never meant to hurt you. At the time, I thought that I loved you.â€

Scott put his hand up to stop her apology. â€œWeâ€™ve had this discussion before. We both know that we make better friends than lovers.â€ Softly smiling, he continued, â€œI think that right there shows exactly how much you care for her, Chris.â€

â€œMaybe.â€ Chris shrugged. â€œThis would be so much easier if she were a man.â€

â€œWould it?â€ Scott posed yet another question. â€œHow many men have you slept with, Chris?â€ Then smiling, he held up his hand again, and said, â€œDonâ€™t answer that, I donâ€™t really want to know. My point being, maybe you werenâ€™t supposed to end up with a man. Maybe youâ€™re attracted to qualities she has that you donâ€™t find in a man.â€

â€œBut how can I be sure that I wonâ€™t find them in a man?â€

Scott sighed. â€œI really never thought that Iâ€™d discuss this with you, but here goes. And I have to explain it in the only terms that I can, okay?â€

Chris nodded.

â€œWhen you and I have had sexâ€¦ I felt like I was flying so fast that I could break the sound barrier.â€

Chris smiled at his flying references. He always wanted to be a pilot and had succeeded.

Scott continued, â€œBut I always felt, and tell me if Iâ€™m wrong, that you were alwaysâ€¦ just kind of hovering, waiting for a signal to land.â€ Taking a breath, he asked, â€œHas it been like that with every man? I mean, I know you enjoy sex, but, for me, it was like every time you touched me, my arm, my face, it felt like a direct connection to my soul.â€

Chris watched as Scott blushed, then thought about her sexual experiences. â€œIâ€™ve never felt anything like that.â€

â€œMaybe, if I had been a womanâ€¦â€ Scott smiled, then tousled Chrisâ€™s hair.

â€œHa! Ha! Such a funny man for a heterosexual!â€ Chris said sarcastically.

â€œI get my sense of humor from my dearest lesbian friend!â€ Scott hugged her. â€œI love you no matter what you are.â€

Chris sat in silence. Would she, could she ever get used to that wordâ€”â€lesbianâ€? Scott again interpreted her thoughts.

â€œWould you just forget about the whole lesbian thing?â€ He slapped her knee. â€œYou just need to figure out if you love her, right?â€

Chris nodded. It looked to Scott like he was going to have to pry it out of her. â€œYou think about her all the time,â€ he mimicked. â€œWhat else?â€

Chris ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. â€œI donâ€™t know, Scottâ€¦ I canâ€™t describe itâ€¦ itâ€™s just an overwhelming feeling in the pit of my stomachâ€¦ in my heartâ€¦â€ She turned to him for understanding, this time finding tears in his eyes.

â€œThe feeling consumes your entire soulâ€¦ Chris, thereâ€™s nothing to analyze hereâ€¦ when you re together, youâ€™re happy. When youâ€™re apart, all you want to do is be with her. When she looks at you, itâ€™s like nothing else in the world existsâ€¦â€ Scottâ€™s voice crackled with emotion.

â€œScottâ€¦â€ Chris placed her hand on his leg. Scott covered it with his own.

â€œIâ€™m sorry, itâ€™s just hard for me to come to the realization that youâ€™ve finally found someoneâ€¦ donâ€™t let her slip away, Chris. I just hope that Iâ€™m as lucky someday.â€

â€œYou will be, Scott.â€ Chris put her head against his chest. â€œYou will be.â€

The two were starded when a knock sounded on the door. Scott jumped up and smoothed out his clothes.

â€œWho could that be?â€ Chris asked.

â€œUhâ€¦ that would be my date,â€ Scott admitted.

â€œYour date?â€ Chris exclaimed. â€œWhy didnâ€™tyou tell me that you had a date tonight?â€

Scott shrugged as he walked to the door. â€œIâ€™m sorry, I wanted to talk to you and I couldnâ€™t get in touch with her to cancel.â€ With his hand on the knob, he looked at Chris. â€œIâ€™m going to tell her something came up.â€

â€œNo!â€ Chris exclaimed. â€œIâ€™m not going to ruin your plans for the evening!â€

Scott smiled. â€œI was kind of hoping to get laid tonight.â€

Chris shook her head and chuckled as Scott opened the door. He made introductions as he stood nervously before the two women.

â€œIâ€™m sorry, am I interrupting something?â€ the woman asked nervously.

â€œNo,â€ Chris replied. â€œWeâ€™re just old friends having a chat. I was just leaving.â€

Running his fingers through his hair, Scott excused himself to change into more appropriate clothes. Turning to hug Chris, he said a little too loudly, â€œCan I trust you not to hit on my date before you leave?â€ Letting go of her, he winked and laughed, then hurried into the next room.

Chris chuckled and noticed the womanâ€™s confusion.

â€œAre you a lesbian?â€ she asked Chris.

Chris smiled as she walked over to the door and opened it. Stepping through the doorway, she answered the womanâ€™s question with her own, â€œAre you sure that youâ€™re not?â€ She left the question unanswered as she closed the door softly behind her.

Chris jumped into her Jeep, which Matt had brought home today, good as new. She felt refreshed as the wind blew in her face. Scott had not disappointed her. He had been forthcoming and painfully honest, just as she had hoped. The conversation lifted some of the weight from her shoulders. She now knew that being a lesbian wouldnâ€™t hinder her relationship with her closest and dearest friend. â€œLesbian, lesbian, lesbianâ€â€”unfortunately the word hadnâ€™t gotten any easier.

Finding that she had driven around in circles for the better part of an hour, she decided to drive past the bar. Lynnâ€™s truck was not there, neither was the BMW She stopped and parked anyway, realizing that she didnâ€™t know how many cars Lynn owned.

Chris walked into the bar and made her way over to the end of the counter. She leaned in, right next to a woman nursing a mug of beer. The woman couldâ€™ve been a model, Chris thought as she looked at the womanâ€™s reflection in the mirror attached to the wall behind the bar.

â€œWhatâ€™ll it be?â€ Sam asked. Realizing it was Chris, she shouted to the woman on the stool in front of her, â€œJeez, Shel! Whereâ€™s your manners? Offer this very attractive woman your seat, would you?â€

The woman stood, motioned for Chris to take a seat, and leaned against the counter beside her, ready with her smoothest pickup line.

â€œNow scram, Shelly!â€ Sam shouted, motioning for the woman to leave. â€œThereâ€™s plenty of women over there who havenâ€™t heard your bullshit!â€ The woman grabbed her drink and left.

â€œShelly?â€ Chris asked curiously.

â€œShelly,â€ Sam said, nodding to confirm it was Lynnâ€™s ex.

Well, Lynn sure knows how to pick them, Chris thought to herself.

â€œSheâ€™s not here, hon,â€ Sam said as she wiped down the area in front of Chris.

Chris nodded in disappointment. â€œHow about a shot of tequila, Sam?â€

Sam looked surprised, then set a shot glass down in front of Chris and filled it to the brim.

Chris caught Samâ€™s arm as she pulled the bottle of tequila away. â€œLeave it here, Sam, itâ€™s going to be a long night.â€

Sam leaned on the bar, watching as Chris threw back the first shot without a flinch, Sam poured her another.

Chris looked up into Samâ€™s eyes. â€œI guess I have a decision to make.â€

Sam smiled, grabbed another shot glass, and proceeded to fill them both.

â€œThe way I see it, hon, your decision has already been made,â€ Sam said, pushing Chrisâ€™s full glass toward her.

Chris picked up the drink. â€œWhat do you mean?â€

â€œGirl, look around you. Youâ€™re sitting in a gay bar. All you can think about is locating a woman you canâ€™t get out of your mind, and youâ€™re proceeding to get shit-faced because you think that you may never see her again.â€ Sam smiled and offered up a toast with her glass. â€œSeems to me that your decision has already been made!â€ That said, she slammed back the shot, dropped the glass to the counter, and walked away.

Chris had consumed half a bottle of tequila by the time Sam came around again.

â€œChris, give me your car keys, hon.â€

Chris looked at Sam, her face beginning to look a little fuzzy, and handed over her keys.

â€œLynn would never forgive herself, or me for that matter, if I let you drive in this condition,â€ Sam said as she stuffed the keys in her pocket.

Chris took another look around the bar. She examined every face. Was she like all these other women? She motioned for Sam to join her.

â€œSam, I just donâ€™t think that Iâ€™m like these other women. I mean, I havenâ€™t been attracted to any woman until Lynn. One woman, Samâ€¦â€ Chris tried to explain.

â€œSweetie.â€ Sam paused and put her hand over Chrisâ€™s hand. â€œDonâ€™t you understand? Thatâ€™s how it was for Beth. Thatâ€™s how it started for almost all of these women. One day each of them felt attracted to â€˜oneâ€™ woman. Each of them had to make a decision, just like the one youâ€™re fighting with right now.â€

Chrisâ€™s eyes teared up. Suddenly, she felt a connection with every woman there. She threw back another shot, praying that the liquid would numb the pain.

Lynn sat on the couch in the hotel room surrounded by paperwork. She had gotten more and more angry that afternoon after she sent the flowers and received no response. She felt like she had been sucked in and spit out once again. Why did she keep falling for it? Trying to immerse her mind into something else, she opted to catch up on paperwork.

She worked nine hours straight when she received the phone call. Recognizing the phone number as that of the Rainbow Room, she picked up immediately.

â€œLynn Gregory,â€ she said into the receiver.

â€œHey, itâ€™s Sam.â€

â€œHi, Sam. How are things at the bar tonight?â€ Looking over to find the time had slipped away from her, Lynn asked, â€œItâ€™s just about closing time, isnâ€™t it?â€

â€œYeah, thatâ€™s what Iâ€™m calling about,â€ Sam replied.

Lynn was confused. â€œI donâ€™t understand.â€

â€œI have someone here who needs a ride home,â€ Sam said, looking over at the body still sitting at the bar.

â€œSam, Iâ€™m a little far away for thatâ€”â€ Lynn began to explain.

Sam interrupted, â€œLook, Chris is here and she is way beyond wasted.â€

â€œSam, please donâ€™t let her attempt to drive that way,â€ Lynn said softly.

â€œDrive? Sheâ€™ll be lucky if she can walk! She drank almost an entire bottle of tequila,â€ Sam explained. â€œLynn, come take her home, please. She needs you. All she kept mumbling was something about making a decision. Iâ€™m sure you know what that was about.â€

Lynn tried to explain, â€œSam, you donâ€™t understand. Even if I wanted to, which I donâ€™t, it would take me over an hour to get there! And thatâ€™s if traffic is good!â€

â€œYouâ€™re over an hour away? Where are you?â€ Sam asked, then said sarcastically, â€œOr should I ask who are you with?â€

Lynn resented the question. â€œSam. I am alone. I am in the city. I cannot come to get her.â€ Then changing her tone, she asked, â€œPlease promise me that she will get home safely, will you?â€

Sam sighed as she looked over to the woman in misery. â€œI promise.â€

Lynn hung up the phone and pictured the scene at the bar. The music stopped, most of the crowd would have left by now. She thought of Chris sitting alone at the bar with an empty bottle in front of her. Part of her was happy to learn Chris was in such misery. Part of her wanted to hold her close and comfort her. She put her paperwork away and shut down her laptop computer. She lay down on the bed, exhausted after having experienced so many emotions that day. Happiness and hopefulness over the flowers, irritation with herself for having hope, anger over not receiving a response, and finally guilt for the pain that Chris was feeling. It would all be over soon, she convinced herself as she drifted off to sleep.

Chris watched as Sam argued with someone on the other end of the phone line. Hanging up the receiver, Sam approached Chris.

â€œThatâ€™s it, Chris, closing time. Time to go home.â€

Chris moaned and tried to stand. Sam rushed around the corner of the bar and pulled Chrisâ€™s arm around her shoulder, balancing the woman.

â€œCome on, I promised Lynn that youâ€™d get home safely,â€ Sam said as she helped Chris out the door.

All Chris remembered later was Matt answering the door and helping her to bed. She rolled over and wept as the numbness wore off and the pain overwhelmed her body once again.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lynn slowly pushed open the bedroom door to watch as the body, snuggled under the sheets, slept. A million thoughts were rushing through her mindâ€”memories of the past week, Chrisâ€™s laugh, her smiles, her tears. She wondered if she would ever see her again. Matt walked up and stood behind her, placing his arms around Lynn.

â€œPenny for your thoughts,â€ Matt said softly.

Lynn shook her head and continued staring at the slow rise and fall of the sheet. Matt left her to her thoughts. After a few minutes, Lynn walked down the hall, picked up her keys, and said to Matt, â€œCall me when sheâ€™s gone.â€

Matt nodded and headed into the kitchen to make his â€œhangover special.â€

He stirred the ingredients together vigorously, then leaned on the counter as the liquid spun around and around. He couldnâ€™t help but be disappointed in the outcome of the situation. Oh, he wasnâ€™t disappointed in Lynn. He knew that she couldnâ€™t force Chris to succumb to her feelings. And Chris wasnâ€™t to blame, either. Admitting that youâ€™re in love with someone of the same sex isnâ€™t an easy thing to do. He thought she just needed a gentie nudge, but he had done all the nudging that he could do.

Lynn slid onto the leather seat of her BMW. Her day wasnâ€™t going to get any better. After changing into her business attire, she was heading to a meeting that she dreaded. The investment that Charles had been so excited about, turned out to be nothing to be excited about. Turning the key in the ignition, she ran over several scenarios in her mind. She sighed as she turned onto the freeway. There was just no easy way to tell him. Maybe she should tell him that her most recent investment hadnâ€™t been successful either.

Matt sat down on the edge of the bed and shook Chrisâ€™s arm lightly.

â€œHey, sleepyhead,â€ he said softly.

Chris, having trouble opening her eyes, rolled over and lay on her back. â€œWhat time is it?â€

â€œTime for you to get up,â€ Matt replied. â€œHowâ€™s your head?â€

Chris made an attempt to sit up, then fell back on her pillow in pain. â€œOhhh,â€ she moaned.

â€œThatâ€™s what I thought.â€ He picked up the glass of his special hangover elixir from the bed table and handed it to Chris. â€œHere, this should help.â€

Chris looked at the red concoction and gave out another moan. â€œWhat is that?â€

â€œDonâ€™t worry about it. This little concoction will have you feeling better in no time,â€ Matt answered.

Chris raised herself on one elbow and took a sip of the liquid. Not bad.

â€œI have to go in to work for a while but weâ€™re meeting my parents at five oâ€™clock, okay?â€ Matt said as he headed out the bedroom door.

â€œMatt?â€ Chris called out, making Matt turn around. â€œWas it just my imagination, or was Lynn standing right there a little while ago?â€

Matt nodded. â€œNot your imagination, she was here. She just wanted to make sure you were okay.â€

â€œBut sheâ€™s gone again?â€ Chris hesitantly asked.

Matt looked at her, nodded, and sighed. â€œSheâ€™s gone again.â€

Chris stumbled to the shower after drinking the entire glass of Mattâ€™s mixture. She stepped in and let the cool water rush over her face, hoping it would relieve her pounding head. She turned her back to the water, crossed her arms, and leaned her head on the shower wall. Tomorrow her life could return to normal. She could go back to her apartment, her studying, her freedom. Funny, it didnâ€™t really sound all that appealing.

Toweling off, she looked around the room. This had become her home. In just a little over a week her life had been turned upside down. And now, she wasnâ€™t at all sure that she wanted it to change back. She sat on the bed massaging her temples. She wished Lynn were here now to rub away the tension. She wished Lynn were here now, period.

Charles rose from the table as Lynn approached.

â€œWell, donâ€™t you look all business!â€ Charles exclaimed as he pulled out a chair to seat her. It wasnâ€™t often that he saw her in anything but casual attire. Now she stood before him in a business suit and heels.

â€œThereâ€™s a reason for that, Iâ€™m afraid,â€ Lynn answered. Not exactly sure how to approach the matter, Lynn placed her elbows on the table, folded her hands, and looked Charles straight in the eye.

â€œCharles, you havenâ€™t actually handed over any funds for this investment yet, have you?â€ Lynn asked delicately.

Charles shook his head and smiled. â€œWell, there was a small deposit that I had to make just to hold my position open. But I never hand over the big money until I run it by my very knowledgeable investment advisor.â€

â€œHow much of a deposit?â€

â€œA thousand bucks, why?â€ he asked curiously.

â€œIâ€™m afraid youâ€™ve been a victim of fraud,â€ Lynn answered softly. She watched as the blood drained from the face of the man across the table.

â€œWhat? But the men seemed so professional. You saw the prospectus, all the brochuresâ€¦â€ Charles stuttered.

â€œYes, it all looked good on paper, but once I started checking aroundâ€”â€ Lynn began to explain.

Charles interrupted, still in disbelief, â€œAnd youâ€™re sure about this?â€

â€œPositive.â€ Lynn nodded. â€œCharles, I hope you donâ€™t mind, but I called a friend of mine over in the Fraud Division of the FBI. Heâ€™ll be joining us in a few minutes to discuss the matter.â€

Charles lowered his eyes and began fidgeting with his napkin. â€œNo, of course I donâ€™t mind.â€ Then raising his eyes to hers, he explained his nervousness. â€œI know Iâ€™m only out a thousand bucks on this, but I have friendsâ€¦ letâ€™s just say that they wonâ€™t be as lucky.â€

Lynn sighed. â€œI hate to say it, but this kind of thing happens all the time. Iâ€™m just glad that you came to me.â€

â€œYou and me both,â€ Charles smiled halfheartedly. He hurt inside for his friends who could face financial ruin.

â€œGood afternoon,â€ said the man who had approached the table during their private conversation.

Lynn looked up and stood. â€œBill, thanks for coming.â€ Then turning, she made introductions, â€œBill Woods, Charles McKinleyâ€

The men shook hands and they all took their seats. Lynn informed Bill that she had explained the situation to Charles. The two men talked about how much money was involved. Bill opened his briefcase and pulled out a folder.

Opening the folder, he scooted it across the table in front of Charles. â€œAre these the men?â€

Charles picked up several photographs and nodded. â€œThey sure look legit, donâ€™t they? I mean, having been on the bench and all, as a judge, you would think that I could be a better judge of character, wouldnâ€™t you?â€

Bill took the folder, shoved it back into his briefcase, and shook his head. â€œPlease donâ€™t be hard on yourself. These men are professionals. Theyâ€™ve run this racket all over the world.â€

â€œWell, is there anything that I can do to help you get these guys behind bars?â€ Charles asked.

Bill nodded. â€œLynn furnished me with all the material that you gave her. Their office address is listed on the prospectus. Weâ€™ll start there. Anything else you can tell us will be appreciated.â€

Charles spent the next hour telling Bill about how he and his friends were approached and all of the details that followed. Bill interrupted occasionally with questions, maldng notes as the discussion continued.

Just as they were concluding, a cell phone rang. Bill checked his phone, then turned to Lynn. â€œNope, must be yours.â€

Lynn picked up her phone and excused herself from the table to take the call. Bill leaned over to Charles.

â€œSo, Lynn said that you were the father of a friend. Would that be her boyfriend?â€ he asked with a smile. â€œIâ€™ve been trying to get a date with her since I met her. She just keeps saying that she likes to keep her personal life separate from her business life.â€

Charles smiled, not knowing exactly how to answer. Lynn must have her reasons for keeping this young man in the dark. If Bill was truly interested, he was sure that someone in the FBI could have found out about Lynnâ€™s lifestyle. He decided on the plain and simple truth. â€œLynn lives with my son.â€

Bill nodded and stood as Lynn rejoined the men. â€œWell, I think that I have all that I need now.â€ Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a business card and handed it to Charles. â€œIâ€™ll be contacting you for a list of investors involved.â€

Shaking Charlesâ€™s hand and then Lynnâ€™s, he said, â€œNice to have met you Charles, and Lynn, always a pleasure.â€

When Bill left, Charles focused on the business card still in his hand. â€œLynn, looks like I owe you another one.â€

Lynn placed her hand over Charlesâ€™s hand. â€œYou know Iâ€™d do anything for you and Marie. And of course for Matt.â€ She felt a twinge of guilt over the current charade.

Charles smiled at the mention of Mattâ€™s name. â€œBy the way, I may have led Bill to believe that you were involved with my son.â€

Lynn laughed. â€œI leave the table for one minute. How did that come about?â€

â€œHe asked if I happened to be your boyfriendâ€™s father. I merely said that you and he lived together. It wasnâ€™t a lie. Is there some reason why he doesnâ€™t know about your lifestyle? I thought you were pretty open about the whole thing.â€

â€œSometimes you can just tell who is accepting of it and who isnâ€™t. I just have this feeling about him. Maybe he wouldnâ€™t be as cooperative with me if he knew,â€ Lynn explained. â€œWord gets around. Iâ€™m sure that heâ€™ll eventually uncover the truth.â€ Then smiling, she added, â€œSo if you get a call in the middle of the night that Iâ€™ve been falsely imprisoned for something, youâ€™ll know what happened.â€

Charles chuckled and looked at his watch. â€œItâ€™s four oâ€™clock. Matt and Chris are meeting us here for dinner around five. You are staying to dine with us, arenâ€™t you?â€

Lynn shook her head. â€œNo. I need to get going.â€ She hadnâ€™t expected this to take so long. She tried desperately to think of an excuse.

â€œWe havenâ€™t seen you in over a week. Marie thinks that thereâ€™s something wrong,â€ Charles stated.

â€œOh, you know, I get busy,â€ Lynn said as she fumbled with her briefcase.

â€œYou know what they say about all business and no play, Lynn,â€ Charles kidded her. â€œI thought thatâ€™s what youâ€™ve been trying to escape from!â€ Then his face turned solemn. â€œReally, Lynn, this is our last night here, surely you can make time for dinner with us.â€

Lynn sighed. She could not tell them the truth. She could not tell them that she had fallen in love with their sonâ€™s fiancee and that it just hurt too much to see her. But she didnâ€™t want to hurt their feelings either.

Reluctantly, she agreed. â€œOkay. I have a change of clothes in the car. Do you mind if I use your room to change?â€

Charles smiled broadly. â€œNot at all. It will make Marie happy to see that youâ€™re okay. Thanks for reconsidering.â€

Lynn walked to her car and grabbed her change of clothes. She wished that she had scheduled their meeting earlier. She was mad at herself for agreeing to this. She wasnâ€™t only afraid of the hurt and anger that she still felt, but also of Chrisâ€™s reaction. Chris had clearly made her choice. She had not received a phone call to the contrary.

She made her way up to Charles and Marieâ€™s room. She knocked on the door and received a warm welcome.

â€œLynn, Iâ€™m so glad youâ€™re here! I was afraid that weâ€™d leave without seeing you again!â€ Marie said while hugging her.

Lynn felt warm inside. Sometimes this couple made her feel more a part of the family than her own family did.

â€œWeâ€™ll leave you alone to change. Meet you down in the restaurant, okay?â€ Charles smiled as he ushered his wife out the door.

Lynn nodded and locked the door behind them. She was anxious to change out of her clothes. They did not fit her anymore. The size was fine. The persona was not. She pulled on her black jeans and boots and tucked in her shirt. She placed each earring in its proper hole and tousled her hair. Looking in the mirror, she smiled. â€œWelcome back,â€ she said to her reflection.

â€œHow are you feeling?â€ Matt smirked as he tucked his shirt into his blue slacks.

Chris smiled as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. â€œMuch better, thank you. What exactly is in that hangover special?â€

Matt gestured as if locking his lips. â€œIâ€™ll never tell.â€

â€œWell anyway, thanks,â€ Chris said as she dabbed perfume behind her ears. â€œIt made my head stop aching.â€ Then, placing the lid back on the perfume bottle, she leaned back on the counter and looked at Matt. â€œHave you got anything to stop the ache in my heart?â€

Matt saw the pain in Chrisâ€™s eyes and felt his own heart twinge. â€œSorry, thatâ€™s something that only you can cure.â€

â€œThereâ€™s the Lynn Gregory we know and love!â€ Charles said as she approached the table.

Marie smiled. â€œThe kids should be here soon. It will be nice to have the whole family here for our farewell dinner.â€

Lynn smiled and answered instantly as a waiter approached and asked if he could take their drink order.

â€œDefinitely need a drink,â€ Lynn answered. â€œScotch on the rocks, make it a double.â€

Chapter Twenty-Three

â€œWell, this is it!â€ Matt gave a sigh of relief as they walked through the lobby and toward the restaurant. â€œTonightâ€™s dinner, good-byes at the airport tomorrow, and itâ€™ll all be over!â€

Chris also sighed, but hers was not in relief. Hers was a nervous sigh. She wasnâ€™t quite sure how to return to her old life, now that a new part of her had been awakened.

Walking around the corner into the restaurant, Chris froze in place. Her heart jumped, and her eyes glued to the most beautiful sight she had ever seenâ€”Lynn. Her face turned red and her body hot, as the sexiest thing she had ever laid her eyes on caught her stare, softly smiled, then turned back to the conversation at hand.

Suddenly it all seemed so clear. Not even a small doubt remained in her mind. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted. Chris turned around to face Matt, who was waiting behind her.

â€œI didnâ€™t know she was going to be here,â€ he explained, then he asked impatiently, â€œWhatâ€™s the matter?â€

â€œSuddenly itâ€™s all so clear, Matt,â€ Chris said, almost in a trance from her sudden realization.

Matt looked confused. â€œWhatâ€™s clear?â€

Chris looked up with tears of joy in her eyes, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him out of his parentsâ€™ sight. â€œEverybody has been telling me that you canâ€™t help who you fall in love with.â€ Chris, still aware that Matt had no idea what she was talking about, continued, â€œItâ€™s true, Matt, I canâ€™t fight it anymore. I am utterly, irreversibly, in love with Lynn.â€

Matt looked into her eyes, knowing that she had finally uncovered her truth. â€œThatâ€™s great, Chris, really great.â€ Then, realizing his parents were waiting, he said, â€œYou know, you could have picked a better time to come to this realization.â€

â€œThanks for your overwhelming support, Matt,â€ Chris said, lightly slapping his chest. Then looking back into his eyes, she said with a serious tone, â€œI need to talk to her.â€

â€œOkay, you can talk to her after dinner,â€ Matt suggested.

Chris shook her head. â€œNo, I really need to talk to her now.â€

â€œChrisâ€¦â€Matt whined.

â€œMattâ€¦â€ Chris whined back.

Matt sighed, and knowing that he was not going to win this fight, conceded, â€œOkay, Iâ€™ll have her meet you in the ladiesâ€™ room.â€

Chris nodded and squeezed his hand before he walked back into the restaurant. â€œThank you.â€

Matt strolled over to the table, where the group was deep in conversation.

Marie looked up. â€œMatt, honey, whereâ€™s Chris?â€

Matt gave the answer that he had prepared on the way over to the table. â€œWe had a little argument.â€ Then looking at Lynn, he asked, â€œLynn, could you go into the ladiesâ€™ room and see what you can do?â€

Lynn looked at him suspiciously.

Matt persisted. â€œPlease, Lynnâ€¦ sheâ€™ll listen to you.â€

Lynn gave him a dirty look, rose and excused herself.

Matt looked at his parents, shrugged, and pulled out a chair.

â€œWhat was the argument about, dear?â€ Marie asked.

Matt sat down and scooted toward the table. â€œMomâ€¦â€ he replied with an annoyed tone.

â€œNow, Marie, maybe itâ€™s none of our business,â€ Charles said, placing his hand over his wifeâ€™s. Then he looked at Matt. â€œWell, son, I thought you would have brought the subject up by now, but you havenâ€™t. Since weâ€™re alone for a minute, letâ€™s discuss the loan business. Itâ€™s been five years, Matt. Now I know youâ€™ve made a few payments, but are you able to pay off the remainder? You do remember our deal?â€

Matt nodded and fiddled with his napkin. â€œYes, Dad. I was meaning to talk to you about that.â€

â€œGo on,â€ Charles replied.

â€œWell, you know, Iâ€™m not exactly in the position to pay off the loan, not right now. And I was thinking since Iâ€™m going to be getting married, and Chris has a life and career connections out here, well, I was thinking about an extension,â€ Matt said, unsure how his father was going to react.

Charles chuckled. â€œYou know, I had a feeling about this, Matt.â€ Taking his napkin from his lap, he laid it on the table and began twisting the material. â€œWe had a deal, Matt. I understand about Chris and all, but a deal is a deal.â€ Pausing, he looked at his wife.

â€œExcuse me,â€ Marie said as she stood. â€œI donâ€™t want to get into the middle of all this.â€ Placing her napkin on the table, she walked out of the room.

Matt shrank back in his chair as his dad began plotting out his future.

â€œWhat will it take, about a month to close up your business here?â€ Charles asked. Getting no response from his son, he continued, â€œWeâ€™ll get all your loose ends tied up here, then weâ€™ll move you back with us, where you can learn the ropes. Weâ€™ll even fly you home every weekend to be with Chris. After sheâ€™s through with school, sheâ€™ll move out with us. Iâ€™m sure she wonâ€™t find it hard to find a position, wherever she ends up.â€

Matt ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. â€œDad, nothing personal, but I donâ€™t want to be in the family business. Iâ€™m happy with what Iâ€™m doing now.â€

â€œOf course youâ€™re happy. Iâ€™d be happy too if I could ride on someone elseâ€™s money, not really having to worry about making ends meet.â€

Charles was through with the conversation and signified it by placing his napkin back on his lap. The two sat in dead silence.

Lynn stood outside the door of the restroom, trying to gather up enough nerve to face Chris. Slowly, she pushed the door open and stepped in. Chris was at the mirror wiping away the tear lines on her face.

Seeing Lynnâ€™s reflection in the mirror made Chrisâ€™s heart leap again. â€œHi.â€ She smiled shyly.

Lynn, trying to ignore the twinkle in Chrisâ€™s eyes, said stoically, â€œYou okay? Did you and Matt really have a fight? Or was this just a trick?â€ â€˜

â€œI really need to talk to you, Lynnâ€¦â€ Chris slowly approached and, reaching out her hand, placed it on Lynnâ€™s arm.

Lynn remained in control. â€œSo it was just a trick?â€ Turning, she started toward the door. Chris rushed over and blocked the way. Standing just inches away, their eyes locked. Chris struggled to think of a way to make Lynn stay and listen. This time she let her heart lead the way. Chris reached up and placed her palms on Lynnâ€™s checks.

Looking deep into her eyes, Chris whispered, â€œI love you, Lynn. I didnâ€™t realize it until I saw you just now, but I love you.â€ Her heart racing, she slowly brought her lips up to Lynnâ€™s. But just before their lips connected, the door eased open.

â€œOh myâ€¦ excuse me,â€ came the womanâ€™s voice.

The two glanced over in the direction of the voice, then saw the woman back out of the room, and out the door.

The two looked at each other in shock. Then, at the same time they exclaimed, â€œOh my God, Marie!â€

They stood frozen, but only for a moment. They had some damage control to do.

â€œWhat are we going to do?â€ Chris asked nervously.

â€œI donâ€™t know, I donâ€™t know,â€ Lynn replied. Grabbing Chrisâ€™s hand, she pulled her out the door of the bathroom. â€œIâ€™ll think of something, just follow my lead.â€

Practically running, the two made it back to the table, but not before Marie.

Marie quickly approached the table, her face white with shock.

â€œMarie, are you all right?â€ Charles asked worriedly.

â€œMatt, Charles, we have a problem,â€ she said holding her hand to her forehead. Then turning to Matt, she said, â€œMatty, I donâ€™t know how to tell you this, but I think Lynn just made a pass at your fiancee!â€

â€œMarie, what are you talking about?â€ Charles said sternly.

Marie, trying to say this gently, replied, â€œCharles, I went to the ladiesâ€™ room, thinking that maybe I could helpâ€¦ then I saw them. I saw themâ€¦ in a romantic embrace.â€

â€œMarie, are you sure youâ€™re not over exaggerating?â€ Charles questioned.

â€œCharles, they were, they were, they were kissing!â€ Marie finally spit out.

â€œIâ€™m afraid sheâ€™s right Charles,â€ Lynn admitted as she walked up to the table.

â€œLynn, you made a pass at Mattâ€™s fiancee?â€ Charles asked in disbelief.

â€œYes, Iâ€¦â€ Lynn looked at Matt and, willing to take the brunt of it, started to explain.

â€œNo!â€ Matt said as he stood and placed his hands on the back of his chair. The charade was over. He was not getting his extension on the loan. There was no use continuing. He looked at Lynn, then Chris, then Marie. Then, finally, looking his dad straight in his eye, admitted, â€œLynn didnâ€™t make a pass at my fiancee, becauseâ€¦ Chris isnâ€™t my fiancee.â€

â€œWhat?â€ the parents questioned in unison.

â€œMom, Dad, Chris isnâ€™t really my fiancee. The fact isâ€¦â€ Matt paused, swallowed hard, then blurted out, â€œthe fact is, Iâ€™m gay.â€

The reaction from his parents wasnâ€™t as he had expected. Marie walked over and placed her hands on Charlesâ€™s shoulders. Charles looked up at his wife, then they both softly smiled.

â€œWell, this certainly explains a few things.â€ Marie sighed.

Matt didnâ€™t understand. â€œMom? Dad?â€ he said, wanting an explanation.

â€œPlease, letâ€™s all just sit down and discuss this.â€ Charles calmly motioned for all to take their seats.

All seated, Charles took his wifeâ€™s hand and squeezed it. â€œMatt, weâ€™ve known about your lifestyle for quite some time now. Word gets around, you know.â€

Marie joined in the conversation. â€œWhen you told us about Chris, we just thought that maybe you had become, oh, what do they call it, bisexual.â€

Matt couldnâ€™t believe what he was hearing. All of these years spent in hidinâ€™g, for what?

â€œSo, Chris, are you actually Lynnâ€™s girlfriend?â€ Marie asked.

Matt answered before Chris could reply, â€œWell, not in the beginning, it just kind of ended up that way.â€

Chris looked at Lynn. Then placing her hand over Lynnâ€™s, she said, â€œI think the verdict is still out on that. What do you think, Lynn?â€

Lynn brought her hand up from her lap and placed it over Chrisâ€™s. â€œI think that we still have quite a bit of talking to doâ€¦â€

â€œTalking about what?â€ Marie asked.

Charles rolled his eyes. His wife was always putting her nose where it didnâ€™t belong. â€œMarie, I think thatâ€™s between her and Chris, honey.â€

â€œThatâ€™s okay, Charles,â€ Lynn replied. Then addressing the woman who had asked the question, she added, â€œWell, Marie, I would say the major thing isâ€¦ Chris isnâ€™t a lesbian.â€

â€œOh.â€ Marie was confused. â€œYou couldâ€™ve fooled me. Iâ€™ve seen the way she looks at you. I had even discussed it with Charles, havenâ€™t I, dear?â€

Charles nodded. â€œYou mean, Chris wasnâ€™t a lesbian when she met you? Lynn, you must have other talents besides giving good investment advice!â€ he joked, and then winked at Lynn.

Lynn blushed and put an end to the discussion. â€œMaybe this should be between the two of us.â€

â€œSo youâ€™re not going to tell me how disappointed you are in me?â€ Matt asked, still in shock.

â€œThe truth is, it did take some getting used to,â€ Charles admitted. â€œBut, over time, weâ€™ve accepted it. So no, son, weâ€™re not disappointed in you because of your lifestyle. However, I am a little disappointed in you in regard to this little charade thatâ€™s been going on. What did you think this would accomplish?â€

â€œIâ€™m sorry, Dad, Momâ€¦ I just thought that if you saw that I had a life hereâ€¦ that you wouldnâ€™t hold me to our little deal.â€ Matt rolled his eyes and looked over at Lynn. â€œIâ€™m not getting the loan extension.â€

â€œMy offer is still open,â€ Lynn suggested.

â€œA business loan, pure and simple. Monthly payments, late fees, the works?â€ Matt stated his conditions.

â€œWhatever you want,â€ Lynn agreed.

â€œWell then, Dad, I guess you will be getting that payment in full,â€ Matt said.

Charles nodded and smiled. â€œI know Lynn wouldnâ€™t make a bad investment decision.â€ Then, looking at Lynn, he continued, â€œI guess that you played along with this little scheme because Matt asked you to. Iâ€™d be mad at you if you hadnâ€™t just saved me thousands of dollars. Letâ€™s just say that one cancels out the other, shall we?â€

Lynn nervously smiled. She was glad that the charade was over but uneasy about the way the rest of the evening was going to play out.

In the parking lot, Chris took Lynnâ€™s arm and asked, â€œSo, you are coming home tonight, right?â€

Lynn, still feeling unsure, paused. â€œMy stuff is still at the hotel.â€

â€œWell, if you donâ€™t mind, Iâ€™ll ride with you to the hotel to pick it up. Then we can head on home,â€ Chris suggested.

Lynn looked at Matt for help. She was suspicious. She was confused. She was tired of it all. Matt returned her glance and shrugged. He was no help at all.

â€œI hope you donâ€™t mind the BMW. I havenâ€™t had a chance to pick up the truck,â€ Lynn said as she opened the door for her passenger. On her way around to the driverâ€™s side of the car, she pulled out her phone and made a call. She wanted to be prepared for anything.

Lynn pulled out onto the highway. â€œIâ€™ve been staying in the city, so it will take a few minutes to get there.â€

Chris nodded and stared out her window. Now that they were alone, she was finding it hard to decide what to say. She was saved by the sound of Lynnâ€™s cell phone ringing. Lynn looked down at the number and sighed.

â€œI have to take this,â€ she explained as she pressed the button turning on the speaker box.

â€œThis is Lynn Gregory,â€ she said out loud. Chris was a little nervous to hear both sides of the conversation.

â€œMs. Gregory, this is Carlos Tauton.â€

â€œYes, Carlos, what can I do for you?â€

â€œMs. Gregory, have you been watching the market? My stock has fallen significantly!â€

â€œCarlos,â€ Lynn answered in a soft but affirmative voice, â€œdonâ€™t you trust me?â€

â€œOf course, butâ€”â€

â€œCarlos, Iâ€™ll make you the same offer I always do. If you want to sell that stock, Iâ€™ll send over a cashierâ€™s check Monday morning for the exact amount you originally paid for it. But donâ€™t come to me Tuesday crying when the stock goes through the roof, because Iâ€™ll own it then.â€

There was silence on the other end of the line. Then, Carlos, making the decision to ride it out, replied, â€œNo, no, youâ€™ve made a lot of money for me, I guess Iâ€™ll trust your instincts.â€

â€œThatâ€™s what you pay me for, Carlos. Iâ€™ve never steered you wrong, have I?â€

â€œNoâ€¦ sorry to have bothered you. Have a nice evening, Ms. Gregory.â€

Lynn reached down to turn the speaker off, then reached up and ran her fingers through her hair. â€œSee what crap I have to deal with?â€ she said, looking at the road ahead.

Chris looked over at her. â€œThen why do you deal with it?â€

â€œBecause that man alone brings in ten thousand dollars a month for me,â€ Lynn replied, glancing over at her passenger.

â€œTen thousand a month for the firm?â€ Chris asked innocently.

Lynn chuckled and shook her head. â€œNo, ten thousand dollars for me.â€

Chris was shocked. â€œYou make ten thousand dollars a month?â€

Lynn sighed and admitted, â€œNo, I make a lot more than that. You canâ€™t even comprehend how much money I bring in.â€

Chris sat back and stared at the road ahead. She was right. She had read the article. She saw the office. She saw the fabulous BMW that she was now riding in. But she never put it all together. In a way, the whole thing overwhelmed her. The rest of the drive was spent in silence.

Lynn drove up to the hotel and pulled into the valet strip. A young man came out from the building and immediately opened Chrisâ€™s door. By the time Chris had been helped out of the car and her door shut, Lynn was by her side and had tossed the keys to the valet. Lynn ushered Chris through the enormous glass door. Chris stopped right inside the entrance. Her eyes scanned the lobbyâ€” glass pillars, marble tiled floor, and so many green plants, it could have been a jungle. She wouldnâ€™t be surprised if the decorative metal, used as chair railing around the walls, was real gold.

â€œAny messages, John?â€ Lynn asked at the counter.

The desk clerk handed her a few slips of paper and a package. â€œOh, and Ms. Gregory, the taxi you requested is waiting outside.â€

â€œThank you, John,â€ Lynn commented while reviewing her messages, then looking up at Chris, she offered, â€œHereâ€™s your chance, Chris. Thereâ€™s a taxi outside just waiting for you.â€

Chris crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. â€œIâ€™m not going anywhere.â€

Lynn turned back to the desk clerk and took five one-hundred-dollar bills out from her wallet. â€œJohn, please ask the driver to wait here all night.â€ Then, handing him four of the bills, she continued, â€œGive him half now, and half in the morning, about nine, or sooner if this woman requests a ride home.â€ Handing him the last bill, she softly said, â€œAnd this is for you.â€

The man took the cash and nodded. â€œThankyou.â€

Lynn started walking away, then turned around. â€œBy the way, how is Miguel?â€

â€œHeâ€™s doing okay. Can you believe another organization just paid five thousand more of the hospital bills?â€ he replied.

â€œThatâ€™s great, John. Keep me informed, okay?â€ Lynn requested. John nodded and headed out to the awaiting taxi driver.

Lynn ushered Chris into the elevator. â€œMiguel is Johnâ€™s lover. He has cancer.â€ After pausing, Lynn turned to Chris. â€œSee, some people appreciate my money.â€

â€œWell, sometimes you donâ€™t waste it on stupid things,â€ Chris snapped back sarcastically.

â€œI donâ€™t consider your tuition a stupid thing,â€ Lynn said, slightly annoyed.

â€œI wasnâ€™t talking about my tuition. I was talking about that wad you just dropped for that taxi,â€ Chris quipped back.

Lynn stepped off the elevator at the tenth floor and held the door for Chris. She led the way down the long hall to a pair of double doors that she proceeded to unlock and open. Then, motioning for Chris to come in, she dropped her keys on the table, walked over to the French doors, and pushed them open. A soft breeze entered the room and Chris walked over to enjoy the view. Timing back toward the room, she examined her surroundings. Plush white carpet, burgundy leather couch, hand painted picturesâ€”the room was beautiful. She watched as Lynn put on her glasses and proceeded to open the package she had just received.

Lynn sat down on the couch examining the contents. Looking over her glasses, she asked coldly, â€œAre you having a panic attack yet?â€

Chris looked at her as if she had missed something. â€œDo you even remember that I told you that I loved you?â€

Lynn adjusted her glasses and continued looking at the papers in front of her. â€œI remember. I just donâ€™t know if I really believe you.â€

Chris was hurt. â€œWhat do you mean?â€

Lynn, still not meeting Chrisâ€™s eyes, stood, walked over to the open doors, and answered, â€œWell, I thought that maybe youâ€™d have reconsidered your decision by now. We both know how you run scared when it comes to our relationship.â€

â€œWow. You really can be a coldhearted bitch.â€ Chris backed away. â€œIs this really you? Because this isnâ€™t the woman that I fell in love with.â€ Then stopping, she strode over to Lynn, grabbed her chin, and forced Lynn to look into her eyes. â€œWhere is that sweet, compassionate woman?â€

Lynn stared at her with a cold expression. She would not give in, she would not give in, she would not give in. Snapping her head away, Lynn walked out onto the balcony and leaned on the ledge.

Chris stood there for a moment, then leaning against the door-jamb, asked, â€œDo you really want me to leave?â€

Not receiving a response, she said calmly, â€œWell, Iâ€™m not running away! Not this time.â€

Chris turned and surveyed the room: there had to be a minibar in here somewhere, and she needed a drink badly. Finally, after looking through several cabinets, she came upon the bottles. She paused, knowing how expensive these things were in hotels. Oh well, if sheâ€™s rich, she can afford it, she thought to herself.

Chris poured two glasses and strolled back out to the balcony. She set one drink on the ledge in front of Lynn, gulped down the other, and began. â€œYou said we had a lot of talking to do, so Iâ€™ll start,â€ she said to the frozen figure.

â€œLynn, all my life Iâ€™ve felt like I didnâ€™t really belong. I passed it off to all of the traveling that my family did. I never had any serious boyfriends. Yes, Iâ€™ve slept with a lot of men. But I never felt that emotional attachment. I guess the truth was that I was just never that interested.â€ Chris paused, again trying to calm the beat of her heart. â€œBut that first night I met you, I felt a connection, a connection that I never felt with anyone before. And it felt good__ really good.â€

Chris drew a breath and continued, â€œAnd then that connection started turning into something else, somethingâ€¦ sexual. And that Saturday night, when we were alone, looking into your eyesâ€¦ Iâ€™d never felt anything like that before. That closeness, that heat, it just never existed in my life until you. And that scared me to death. So I pushed you away along with my feelings for you. But my feelings kept pulling me back in. You probably thought that I was a big tease, but I couldnâ€™t help it.â€

Chris stopped. Lynn was not responding at all. Feeling the tears forming in her eyes, she struggled to continue. â€œLynn, I didnâ€™t really think you were trying to buy me, or that it was just a game for you, it was just another way for me to try and convince myself to pull away. And now, I believe that Iâ€™ve pushed so hardâ€¦ that Iâ€™ve lost you.â€ Tears were flowing freely now. Chris could not fight them back anymore. â€œPlease, Lynn, please tell me everything is okay. Tell me that you still care for me, because Iâ€™m crazy about you.â€

Lynn felt her wall crumbling inside. It was just another ploy. Iâ€™ll get close and sheâ€™ll back away again. Donâ€™t fall for it, donâ€™t fall for it, donâ€™t fall for it.

â€œI canâ€™t do it, Chris!â€ she shouted. â€œI canâ€™t deal with this anymore!â€

â€œIs this your bad temper showing? Because I donâ€™t like it,â€ Chris stated.

â€œYeah, well this is how I deal with things, so youâ€™d better get used to it if weâ€™re going to have a relationship!â€

â€œSo, weâ€™re going to have a relationship?â€ Chris said with frustration.

â€œYes! No! It just hurts too much!â€ Lynn shouted. Then trying to calm down, she explained, â€œDonâ€™t you understand? I want you so much it hurts. Chris, I canâ€™t take you pulling away again.â€

â€œI wonâ€™t pull away, Lynn. Give me another chance, please!â€

Donâ€™t look at her, donâ€™t look at her, donâ€™t look at her, Lynn repeated to herself. But she turned when Chris sniffled. Oh shit. Lynn slowly moved toward Chris and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Cupping her face in her palms, she gently brought her lips to those before her. Lynn brushed her lips softly, then pulled back, giving Chris a chance to back out of the situation.

â€œIâ€™m still here, Lynn.â€ Chris placed her hand behind Lynnâ€™s neck. â€œIâ€™m not going anywhere,â€ she said as she pulled Lynnâ€™s lips to hers.

Lynn tried to remain calm, but when she felt Chrisâ€™s tongue slip into her mouth and stroke hers, she lost all control. She slid her hands to the small of Chrisâ€™s back and tightened their embrace. Lynn felt Chrisâ€™s hands grasp her belt loops on the side of her jeans, pulling them closer still, then Chrisâ€™s fingers as they slid up her back and into her hair. Lynnâ€™s hands crept down to clutch the womanâ€™s buttocks. The movement reminded her of the night that they had dancedâ€¦ and to the reflection in the mirror that had caused Chrisâ€™s withdrawal.

Chris had never felt like this before, a burning growing in several areas of her body that had only smoldered before. She had been turned on before, but this was an overwhelming need, a need that she believed she could not control. Lynnâ€™s body next to her was only making the burning spread. She wanted to be closer. She pulled Lynn tighter toward her. When their tongues met, it was like a spark on a match. Suddenly she felt her hands moving up and down Lynnâ€™s back and her fingers grasping Lynnâ€™s tight muscles.

Suddenly Lynn separated from the kiss, grabbed Chrisâ€™s hand, and pulled her inside. Stopping in front of the large decorative mirror on the wall, she turned Chris to face their reflection. Lynn put her arms around Chris.

â€œThis sight scared the hell out of you before. What do you think now?â€

Chris smiled and pulled Lynnâ€™s arms tight around her body. â€œI think we make an extremely cute couple.â€

Lynnâ€™s heart skipped a beat at the word â€œcouple.â€ She turned Chris back to face her and looked into her eyes. â€œAre you sure this is what you really want?â€

Chris placed Lynnâ€™s palm against her cheek and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of Lynnâ€™s touch. Slowly she opened her eyes and met those watching so intensely.

â€œWhat I want is to feel your body next to mine, to feel your caress, your breath on my skinâ€¦ Lynn, I want to make love with you.â€

Lynn could not resist. All gentility gone, Chris hungrily opened her mouth, taking in Lynnâ€™s tongue with urgency. Then Lynnâ€™s lips touched Chrisâ€™s chin, her cheeks, her eyelids, and made their way down the soft skin on her neck. Chris shivered from the sensation.

Lynn slowly began unbuttoning Chrisâ€™s shirt as her lips followed each unbuttoned cloth. Their lips met and tongues danced as Lynn tuggedâ€™ at Chrisâ€™s shirt until it was off and thrown to the side. As their eyes met, Lynn caressed Chrisâ€™s skin from her neck all the way down to the line of her bra. She softly ran her fingers across the nipples that were now pushing against the material.

Chris gasped under her breath; a manâ€™s touch had never felt like this. She pulled Lynnâ€™s lips to hers urgently as Lynn reached behind Chrisâ€™s back and fumbled with the fasteners. The fasteners released and Lynn gently pulled the straps, removed the garment, and brought her fingers down lightly over the soft mounds and ran her thumbs over the hard nipples. Lynn felt like she was in a slow-motion movie, like time had stopped and only they existed. She looked up into Chrisâ€™s eyes, searching to see what her lover was feeling. What she saw was fire, passion and longing. What she saw fueled her flames within.

Chris felt Lynnâ€™s smooth palms on her skin, she felt Lynnâ€™s eyes on hers, she felt her fire down below. She felt dizzy with passion. Wanting to feel Lynnâ€™s bare skin against her own, she tugged at her shirt to lift it over her head. She felt their skin meet, and dared to reach out and run her fingertips over Lynnâ€™s exposed breasts. Feeling the heat rise between her legs, burning hotter and hotter, and wanting it soothed, she pulled Lynnâ€™s hand down to stroke the fire. Lynn kneaded the already wet material between Chrisâ€™s thighs . and heard the moan escape from her lips. She could feel the need waiting there, she could feel her own need and tried desperately to remain in control of herself as she knew that this was not something to rush.

Leading Chris over to the bed, Lynn lowered her body onto the soft comforter. She unzipped Chrisâ€™s slacks and pulling gently, twisted the pants and underwear from the body writhing beneath her. She reviewed the body before her, this body that she had fantasized about and found it to be even more beautiful than she had ever imagined.

Oh my God, what is she looking at? Chris thought, sheâ€™s been with so many women, is she disappointed? She received her answer so fast that she wondered if she had said it out loud.

â€œYou are so beautiful!â€ Lynn whispered as she brought her lips down to the exposed tummy and gendy kissed the bare area. Chris watched as Lynnâ€™s lips and tongue traced their way down to the burning fire. She gasped as Lynnâ€™s fingertips felt her wetness for the first time. Should she be embarrassed that this moisture seemed to be flowing out of her? She couldnâ€™t ever remember being this wet before. Lynn didnâ€™t seem to think it was anything unusual as she felt the fingers gently stroking her burning flesh. Chris felt herself floating, rising higher and higher, the rush of excitement in her body getting hotter and hotter, almost unbearable.

Lynn caressed Chrisâ€™s wet, hot folds of skin with her fingers, slowly at first, then gently circling faster and faster. Her lips and tongue moved from Chrisâ€™s inner thighs up to her breasts, tugging, sucking, teasing. Lynn felt the heat between her own legs rising. She tried to soothe it by rubbing gently against Chrisâ€™s thigh. Just as Lynn was about to faint from passion, Chris cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. Sending Lynn over the edge, she came with the same intensity as her partner.

Chris felt her body moving uncontrollably, she felt her voice moaning with extreme pleasure. She felt like she had never felt before. And then even more as she felt Lynnâ€™s fingers enter her easing in and out, back and forth, up and down. She felt herself rising again. Truly her body had never reacted like this with a man She pulled Lynn down to her and grasped onto her back; for a moment they rocked together, Chris holding on tighter and tighter, until a rush of excitement flowed over her, and she came again.

Lynn rocked her fingers in and out of Chris. When Chris pulled her down on top of her, Lynn thought maybe that she was hurting her, but when she felt herself being held tighter and tighter, she knew that wasnâ€™t true. She felt Chris loosen her grasp, and then the wave of the rush as it enveloped Chrisâ€™s entire body. Lynn gently removed her fingers and slid them over Chrisâ€™s now tight folds of flesh, smoothly stroking again, bringing her to ecstasy once more.

Chris cried out again and again, rising to new heights each time. Finally, her body weak, she brought Lynnâ€™s lips to hers. Pulling away, Chris whispered, â€œI want to touch you.â€ She moved her hand down to Lynnâ€™s moist jeans, rubbing where Lynnâ€™s heat was radiating through the cloth. Feeling to where the first button was fastened, she tugged lightly, unfastening all the buttons with one pull.

Lynn smiled. â€œI see that youâ€™re a pro with that.â€

â€œMen wear button-fly jeans, too,â€ Chris kidded and helped Lynn wriggle out of her jeans, and then her panties.

Chris flipped Lynn over onto her back, slid on top, and let her passion take control. Remembering what Lynn had done, and also some of the details from the book tucked away in Lynnâ€™s bedside table, she brought Lynn to the same ecstasy that she herself had experienced.

â€œYou sure that youâ€™ve never been with a woman before?â€ Lynn asked, cradling Chris in her arms.

â€œWhat?â€ Chris said.

â€œYou sure seemed like you knew what you were doing.â€ Lynn chuckled.

Chris smiled and admitted, â€œI had some help from that book in your bedside table.â€

â€œDid you read the whole thing?â€ Lynn laughed.

â€œYeahâ€¦â€ Chris blushed. â€œThe night that you licked the ice cream from my skinâ€¦ I think I freaked out so much because it reminded me of that scene in the cabinâ€¦ you know, in the loft?â€

Lynn smiled. â€œI think I remember the oneâ€¦â€ Lynn said as she made her way down Chrisâ€™s body with her tongue. Chris lay back and felt the heat rise once again. She gasped as Lynnâ€™s tongue flicked across her center of fire then dipped into her wetness.

â€œOh my God!â€ Chris cried out as she was brought to a new height. The sensation was as close to heaven as she could imagine. Tears filled Chrisâ€™s eyes as her body crashed over the edge.

Lynn kissed her way back up the body beneath her, but paused when she saw the tears wetting Chrisâ€™s face.

â€œWhy are you crying?â€ Lynn asked softly as she kissed away the tears.

Chris smiled and held Lynn close. â€œI broke the sound barrier.â€

Lynn was confused.

â€œIt was just something that a friend of mine said to me. He compared the sensation he felt with breaking the sound barrier.â€

â€œHe?â€ Lynn asked with jealousy.

â€œDonâ€™t worry, honey,â€ Chris said as she ran her fingers through Lynnâ€™s hair. â€œAfter the experience I just had, Iâ€™m certain that youâ€™re the only one that I want.â€

Both satiated for the moment, they lay with their legs and arms intertwined.

Chris traced circles on Lynnâ€™s stomach and hesitantly asked, â€œSo, will you go back to the house tomorrow?â€

Lynn, extremely relaxed, answered with her eyes closed. â€œDonâ€™t you mean we? Will we go back to the house tomorrow?â€

Lynn felt Chrisâ€™s head nod and her lips smile against her skin. â€œYes, we can go back to the house tomorrow.â€

â€œSo what time do we need to check out?â€ Chris sighed.

â€œWellâ€¦ I donâ€™t ever really check out,â€ Lynn replied, still with her eyes closed.

Chris raised her head to look at Lynn. â€œDonâ€™t tell me that you own this hotel, too!â€

Lynn smiled. â€œNo, but I have an arrangement with the owner.â€

The two lay in silence for a moment. Chris still had questions.

â€œSo is this where you came Monday night when you didnâ€™t sleep with Terri?â€

Lynn opened her eyes, remembering that terrible night, and replied, â€œNo, I was really in no condition to drive that night. I actually slept in my truck.â€

â€œDrink a little too much, did ya?â€ Chris teased.

â€œThat, and the fact that I was just a little too frustrated to be on the road.â€ Lynn paused and then decided to explain further. â€œTerri was a beautiful woman, and she did everything she could to get me to stay with herâ€¦ but the only person that I wanted was you.â€ Then, with a little chuclde she added, â€œShe even told me that I could call her by your name!â€

â€œSo thatâ€™s why she knew who I was at the bar that night,â€ Chris mumbled.

Chris raised her body so that she could look into Lynnâ€™s eyes. Then, stroking Lynnâ€™s hair, she said seductively, â€œWell, youâ€™re here with me now. Do you still want me?â€

Lynn pushed Chris onto her back and made sure that she knew the answer.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lynn woke to sun streaming into the room. Rolling over, she looked out toward the patio and smiled, seeing the drink that had been prepared for her still sitting on the ledge. Then she realized that she was alone.

Rubbing her fingers through her hair and then down her face, she stopped, smelling Chrisâ€™s aroma still on her hands. She closed her eyes and told herself that she knew last night was too good to be true. Disappointment flooded her veins. Well, if that had been the only return on her investment, she guessed it had been worth it anyway.

Suddenly she was startled by a noise. Opening her eyes, she saw Chris in the doorway.

â€œI tried to find some coffeeâ€¦â€ Chris began to explain.

Lynn smiled, trying to hide the tears of happiness in her eyes. â€œI just usually call room service.â€

Chris leaned against the door clad only in Lynnâ€™s black silk robe, and surveyed the bare body in front of her.

â€œI hope you donâ€™t mind, I borrowed your robe,â€ Chris said. Then her lips forming into a mischievous grin, she moved toward the bed and continued, â€œbut, if youâ€™d like me to take it offâ€¦â€

Lynn nodded and reached to untie the bow. Chris slid onto the bed and let the robe fall from her shoulders. Lynn pulled her close and whispered, â€œI was afraid that you were gone.â€

Chris softly smiled and shrugged. â€œI couldnâ€™t leave, the taxi left ten minutes ago.â€

Lynn looked over at the clock. Ten after nine. Then turning back, she brought Chrisâ€™s lips to hers. Suddenly, their embrace was jolted by the ring of the telephone.

Lynn reached for the receiver but was stopped by Chrisâ€™s hand. â€œDo you have to?â€

Lynn smiled and explained, â€œThe only calls they put through are from Matt.â€

Chris let go of the hand and laid her head on Lynnâ€™s chest, running her fingers over her hardened nipples.

â€œThis better be good!â€ Lynn said sarcastically into the phone.

Matt laughed on the other end. â€œI guess we both got lucky last night, huh?â€

Lynn smiled and answered, â€œEven still, Matt, if you know what I mean.â€

Matt apologized, â€œOh, sorry, Iâ€™ll let you goâ€¦â€

â€œMatt, was there a reason you called?â€

â€œYeah, my parents wanted to make sure that you knew you were welcome at brunch today. It may be quite interesting, Iâ€™m going to bring Paul.â€

Lynn chuckled, put her hand over the mouthpiece, and asked Chris, â€œMatt is taking Paul to brunch today with his parents. Wanna go?â€

Chris smiled and responded, â€œI wouldnâ€™t miss it for the world!â€

Lynn agreed that they would meet the group at eleven oâ€™clock.

â€œSo, how much time do we have?â€ Chris said as she continued to run her thumb over Lynnâ€™s hardened nipple. Slowly lowering her mouth she began circling it with her tongue.

Lynn lay back on her pillow and moaned with pleasure, â€œWeâ€™ve got plenty of time!â€

Chris let her tongue glide all the way down to the aching in between Lynnâ€™s legs. Slowly she teased as she sucked, then circled, taking her time, bringing Lynn to the top of the coaster ride.

â€œOh God, please, Chris!â€ Lynn pleaded. Finally, Chris took her over the edge. Lynn stiffened then relaxed, overwhelmed by the sensation below. Chris made her way backup the limp body. Chris looked into her eyes and whispered, â€œYouâ€™re amazing.â€

Lynn touched Chrisâ€™s moisture as soon as it was within reach. She knew by instinct that Chris would be in need. Thinking about what Chris had just said, Lynn pulled away just as Chris started soaring.

â€œOh sure, today Iâ€™m amazing. Last night, I believe I was a â€˜cold-hearted bitchâ€™!â€

Chris opened her eyes in frustration. â€œYou surely are a cold-hearted bitch if you keep me waiting much longer!â€

Lynn smiled and continued what she had started, bringing Chris to ecstasy once again.

Matt pulled into the parking lot right behind Lynn and Chris. Jumping out of his car, he opened Chrisâ€™s door and ducked his head inside. He smiled at her. â€œI guess she gave you a positive response last night, huh?â€

Chris leaned forward and picked up the cigarettes from Lynnâ€™s dashboard. Pitching them into the backseat, she smiled and replied, â€œLetâ€™s just say that she wonâ€™t be needing these anymore!â€

Paul strolled over to join the group as they walked to the restaurant. Chris put her arm through his and pulled him behind.

â€œIt looks like it worked out for both of us!â€ she said with a smile. â€œBy the way, thanks for the advice.â€

Paul looked at her as if he didnâ€™t have a clue what she was speaking of.

â€œPlease, Paul. Did you really think that I fell for your little act?â€ Chris laughed.

Paulâ€™s face broke out into a smile, then he put his hand over hers. â€œI didnâ€™t say a thing that wasnâ€™t the truth.â€

The four walked in and located Charles and Marie. As they approached the table, Marie looked confused.

â€œOkay, Iâ€™m confused. Who is with whom?â€ she asked in frustration.

Chris laughed, not realizing that she still had her arm hooked to Paulâ€™s. She released his arm and grabbed Lynnâ€™s hand to signify that she was indeed with Lynn.

Charles chuckled. â€œWell now, I guess the verdict came in last night, huh Lynn?â€

Lynn blushed and smiled. â€œBelieve me, Judge McKinley, she had a very convincing closing argument!â€

Charles then approached his sonâ€™s companion and offered his hand. â€œYou must be Paul.â€

Marie, less formal than her husband, hugged the man and winked at Matt. â€œIâ€™m so glad to meet Mattâ€™s real love interest!â€

â€œWould anyone like something to drink?â€ the waiter offered over the three couplesâ€™ chatter. Almost in unison, the six chimed, â€œYes!â€

The two women said their good-byes to Charles and Marie and agreed to meet the men later for dinner.

â€œIâ€™m just going to swing by Sam and Bethâ€™s place and then weâ€™ll go home, okay?â€ Lynn said as she slid into the driverâ€™s seat.

â€œI donâ€™t know if I can wait that long.â€ Chris smiled mischievously.

â€œWait for what?â€ Lynn asked as she started the car.

Chris leaned over, grasped the back of Lynnâ€™s neck with her hand, and hungrily kissed her. Breaking away from the kiss, Chris leaned back in her seat and looked at Lynn for a response.

â€œWeâ€™ll make it a quick stop!â€ Lynn exclaimed, almost choking on the words.

Chris nodded in agreement. â€œSo, what are we stopping by for anyway?â€

Lynn backed the car out of the parking space and put the car into drive. â€œI found another way to finance their mortgage.â€

Chris looked at her partner suspiciously. â€œAnother way?â€

â€œYeah,â€ Lynn answered, purposely not looking into Chrisâ€™s eyes. â€œI found another company that would finance them.â€

Chris was still suspicious. â€œSo, youâ€™re telling me that you tried for months and months to find financing, and all of a sudden within two days you found someone?â€

Lynn was silent. She was trying desperately to find another way to stretch the truth without actually lying.

â€œYou know, if weâ€™re going to continue this relationship, you need to stop telling me half truths.â€ Chris crossed her arms and looked out the window.

â€œLook, no one wants to finance an artist and her gay bar owner lover,â€ Lynn stated.

â€œAndâ€¦ ?â€ Chris prodded for further information.

Lynn sighed and reluctantly revealed the truth. â€œSo, I transferred ownership of the deed to one of my holding companies.â€

â€œAnd this is going to help how?â€ Chris asked.

Lynn looked at Chris and tried to explain. â€œIâ€™ll have them sign new paperwork. Theyâ€™ll think that I donâ€™t hold their mortgage anymore and that will make them feel better.â€ Running her fingers through her hair, Lynn paused, then stared straight ahead as she continued, â€œYou know, I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever been as ashamed of myself as I was Wednesday night. I guess making them feel better will help me feel better, too. I just hope that I havenâ€™t ruined our friendship.â€

Chris nodded in understanding, then kidded, â€œSo I guess Iâ€™m an accomplice now, huh?â€

Thankful that she understood, Lynn smiled. â€œPartners in crime?â€

Chris chuckled as she reached for Lynnâ€™s hand. â€œAmong other things.â€

Lynn dialed the coupleâ€™s telephone number as they drew near their neighborhood.

â€œHello?â€ Sam answered on the second ring.

â€œHey, Iâ€™m about five minutes away,â€ Lynn responded.

â€œSo are you going to tell me what youâ€™re coming over for?â€ Sam asked.

â€œItâ€™s a surprise,â€ Lynn answered, then added, â€œOh, and I hope you donâ€™t mind, I have someone with me.â€

â€œSomeone with you?â€ Sam asked with irritation in her voice. â€œTake me off that damn speakerphone!â€

Lynn picked up the receiver and smiled at Chris, who could hear the shrill of the voice on the other end. Chris gestured to Lynn to give her the phone, but Lynn shook her head and kept the receiver to her ear.

Finally, Lynn said, â€œSam, weâ€™re driving into the complex now. See you in a minute.â€

Lynn hung up the phone and parked the car. Walking to the door, she turned to Chris. â€œBoy, did I just get an earful about how I must not have cared for you at all!â€

Reaching the door, Chris rang the doorbell and pulled Lynnâ€™s arms around her. â€œShow me how much you care.â€

Lynn brought her lips down to Chrisâ€™s just as the door opened. Neither noticed the couple standing in the doorway.

Sam cleared her throat once, then again. Finally the two broke their embrace and smiled at their friends.

â€œWhen did this happen?â€ Beth exclaimed with a smile.

â€œWell itâ€™s about damn time!â€ Sam added as she ushered the two in the door. â€œAnd you let me go on and on over the phone about what a jerk you are!â€

Lynn laughed. â€œLike I could get a word in edgewise!â€

Beth looked into Chrisâ€™s eyes. â€œSo tell me, what happened?â€

Chris smiled. â€œYou know, you just canâ€™t help who you fall in love with.â€

â€œSo this was a good surprise!â€ Beth said as the four sat in the living room sipping iced tea.

â€œOh, this wasnâ€™t the surprise,â€ Lynn said to the couple. Standing, she walked over, grabbed her briefcase, and opened it on the coffee table.

â€œThis is the surprise,â€ she said as she handed a packet to Sam.

â€œWhatâ€™s this?â€ Sam asked.

â€œHopefully a peace offering,â€ Lynn stated, then continued with the explanation, â€œI felt really bad about the other night. After some searching, I was able to find financing for your mortgage.â€

Sam looked at Beth then examined the paperwork. Beth spoke up first. â€œLynn, we know that you were upset the other night and we know that deep down in your own way, you were just trying to help us out.â€

Lynn listened to Beth, and then turned to Sam. â€œI know that you will feel better this way. Itâ€™s at the same interest rate and the same term. All you have to do is sign where Iâ€™ve indicated.â€

â€œYouâ€™ve looked these over already?â€ Sam asked.

Lynn nodded and handed Sam a pen. Sam gave the pen to Beth, who signed first, then signed herself and handed the paperwork back.

â€œThanks,â€ Sam said, softly meeting Lynnâ€™s eyes.

â€œFriends?â€ Lynn asked Sam.

Sam smiled and nodded. â€œFriends.â€

Lynn put the documents back into her briefcase and smiled at Chris. â€œNow, if you two donâ€™t mind, weâ€™d like to head on home.â€

â€œAre you sure you donâ€™t want to stay and watch a movie or something?â€ Sam asked.

Chris took Lynnâ€™s hand. â€œNo, we have other plans.â€

Lynn blushed and caught Bethâ€™s eyes.

Beth chuckled. â€œGee, Lynn, why are you blushing?â€

Both couples stood and walked to the door.

â€œIf you guys are free tonight, weâ€™re meeting Matt and Paul for dinner at seven. Weâ€™d love it if you could join us,â€ Lynn said as she opened the door.

â€œThat sounds like fun,â€ Beth responded, then added with a smile, â€œAre you sure you guys can pull yourselves away fromâ€¦ you know.â€

Lynn smiled back. â€œWeâ€™ll give it a try. Bye, guys!â€

At home, Lynn swung open the door to her house, when the next thing she knew she had been pulled up against Chrisâ€™s body and against the wall. Chris pulled her lips in for a fiery kiss.

Pulling her lips away, Chris looked into Lynnâ€™s eyes. â€œTake me,â€

Lynn looked at Chris somewhat amused. â€œInteresting words youâ€™ve chosen, my dear.â€

â€œI merely used the words to imply urgency!â€ Chris said.

Lynn smiled teasingly. â€œSo, right here, right now?â€

Chris teased back, â€œAt least I waited until we were out of the car!â€

â€œI think Iâ€™ve created a monster,â€ Lynn said, smirking.

â€œIâ€™m glad youâ€™re having fun with this.â€ Chris grabbed the collar of Lynnâ€™s shirt and brought their faces together. â€œI want you so bad right now Iâ€™m about to explode.â€

â€œWell, letâ€™s see what I can do about that.â€ Lynn kissed Chris hungrily while letting her hands roam down over Chrisâ€™s neck, her breasts, her hips. Bringing her hand inward, she brushed Chrisâ€™s burning fire with her fingertips. Chris moaned with desire. Lynn brought her hands back up and then slowly let them run back down her body, this time following with her hot breath until she got to the waistband of the slacks. She unbuttoned and unzipped the fasteners with one motion and pulled the slacks and her underwear down, leaving her hot breath teasing the coarse hair that covered Chrisâ€™s heat. Down on her knees Lynn brought her tongue to the source of the wetness. Chris stepped out of the tangled clothes and opened her legs wider for her lover. Lynn felt Chrisâ€™s fingers entangled in her hair, forcing her tongue to push harder and harder until the body next to her released its pent-up frustration.

Lynn stood, pinned Chris against the wall, and pushed her fingers into her. Chris cried out with pleasure as she felt the thrust. She wantedâ€¦ no, she needed to touch Lynn, too. With one motion, she pulled open the buttons on her partnerâ€™s jeans and slipped her hand inside. The wetness she found made it easy for Chris to enter. The two pressed against the wall, moving together, slowly enjoying each otherâ€™s presence. Then, the movement quickened and each cried out with the pleasure they felt inside. Slowly, they both sank to the ground and continued the dance.

The three couples sat around an alcohol-free table laughing and teasing about the way Mattâ€™s charade had played out.

Sam was particularly amused at the way Marie had caught the two women in the bathroom. It seemed to trigger another memory. â€œDo you remember the time that youâ€”â€ Lynnâ€™s glare stopped her in mid-sentence.

Chris caught on right away and turned to her new lover. â€œYou canâ€™t stop her from telling every story, Lynn!â€

â€œNo, but I donâ€™t want you to hear about every woman Iâ€™ve been with, just like I donâ€™t want to hear about every man that youâ€™ve been with!â€ Lynn said as she looked into Chrisâ€™s eyes. She had to concentrate on her eyes, as every time her eyes wandered down to the rest of her body, she lost all control. Chris, at Lynnâ€™s request, had on the short black dress that had driven Lynn crazy many nights before.

Losing concentration for a moment, Lynn let her eyes stray. She found her mind drawn to a fantasy from a couple of weeks ago. Lynn drew her hand under the table and placed it upon Chrisâ€™s bare knee. Inching her hand up Chrisâ€™s thigh, she smoothed under the black material. Turning her hand inward, her fingertips reached the silk which covered the area that she had tasted just hours ago.

â€œLynn,â€ Sam interrupted Lynnâ€™s movement. Lynn looked over at her innocently. Sam continued, â€œIf you would be so kind as to leave both of your hands above the table. Your girlfriend is about ready to have a heart attack.â€

Lynn looked like her hand had been caught in the cookie jar, which indeed it had. She looked over at Chris, whose face was bright red. Slowly she brought her hand above the table, placed it over Chrisâ€™s and gave it a squeeze.

â€œGee, Beth, how do you live with this old married woman?â€ Lynn asked, nodding in Samâ€™s direction.

Beth smiled and also squeezed the hand of her lover. â€œI have no complaints, Lynn.â€

Sam smiled proudly, knowing that she had won the fight again.

â€œI donâ€™t think thereâ€™s anyone at the table with complaints,â€ Paul remarked.

â€œItâ€™s true!â€ Chris said. Then raising her water glass to toast, she winked at Matt. â€œHereâ€™s to breaking your rule about meeting men in bars!â€

Matt smiled and raised his glass to Lynn. â€œAnd hereâ€™s to breaking your rule about making a pass at a straight woman!â€ His toast was also accompanied by a wink.

Following suit, Lynn then offered up her glass with one last toast, a toast that she knew only Matt would fully understand. â€œAnd hereâ€™s to the patience it takes for the especially risky investments, for they often yield a very satisfying return.â€ Matt laughed and smiled at his best friend. Then they all clinked glasses in celebration of their futures together.

The End