Then she got a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and poured them each a glass.The two women ate dinner quietly as they stared at one another. There...weren't any words to describe how they felt. There weren't any necessary.Sam had let the sheet slip carelessly down her back, baring her chest. Every time she looked at Sally, she saw her smiling. It was as if the smile was burned onto her face. She watched her mouth move as she ate and felt a thrill go through her at the thought of where those. He said his alternate is pathologically possessive. Said he would kill whoever was responsible as well as anyone in the way. I got the impression that getting it back would not be as important as getting his revenge on the thief. When I asked him specifically about the money, he changed his answer to say that Sandman would torture whomever he had to until he was certain they could not get it back, then kill them and take someone else, and on, and on, until he got the right person." Christ on. When we met the following summer, our "old friends" hug, tentative at first, my hand stroking her back lightly, morphed after only the tiniest hesitation into something else, our lips glued together, forever, it seemed like, our arms tight around each other and our bodies pressed together. I was in love again. Or lust. Or something. I was also limp, but I ignored that.Despite my confusion, and fogged with yearning while ignoring the irony of declaring right then that our respective marriages. . Hmm, a few are still at the dry cleaner, I'll have to pick themup after work. It will have to be the Navy pinstripe suit. It had anice form fitting skirt that hit right above the knee. A creme blouse,patent navy pumps. Perfect!The hot shower felt so good, but no time to dillydally. Quickly shavedmy legs, but not much to do after all those the laser electrolysissessions, but I like feeling smooth and silky.Out of the shower, moisturized my whole body, did my hair and makeup,then got.