The next thing I hear, Maureen and your names are tagged on my computer; the moment anything concerning either of you goes in the system, I know about...it. Anyway when the river police identified Maureen I heard about it straight away and came down here." Did she jump?" Yes, she was seen jumping off Battersea Bridge on the CCTV cameras. What she didn't know was that a River Police launch was a few minutes up-river. They fished her out quite quickly and identified her from her car that she'd left. .............but I was looking at him and I. My head turned, I was looking at the girl next to the girl that I has insulted earlier. My mouth was talking, speaking about my sick mother, my mother was not sick, but the voice that came from my mouth, continued speaking about a family that was not mine. A hand, my hand, brushed long blond hair away from my face as the voice that was not mine carried on talking. It was as if I was looking out through the eyes of the black miniskirted girl, I must. .” Deborah thought it over, she never really liked Veronica that much; too annoying for her tastes, but she was being nice now, and getting a ride sounded pretty good right now. “...sure.”“Great!” Veronica replied, sounded a bit too excited, before correcting herself and speaking more softly. “Let’s get going.”As they walked up from the basement and out of the building, Deborah couldn’t help but subtly look Veronica up and down. She’d never really been attracted to women before, but Veronica. She always wears her wares as she shops. We always hug at least twice every time she comes in. This distance thing never entered our communication. I asked her one day if she was uncomfortable with that and her response was, “It’s bullshit, let’s just show them we don’t care." Slightly taken aback I said, “Well great. I’ll bring some wine out to the parking lot when I go to lunch in ten minutes, red or white?”“It’s only eleven AM, white is appropriate."“Done!"Her SUV was parked at the far end.