She hadn't allowed the temptation of daily use of the opiate until Marta left her."Fucking cunt," she muttered.Glancing at Marianne she sighed. She li...ed the girl. They chatted between dates. But the mornings ... The mornings had been their time, hers and Marta's. It had been their loving bond. Marianne ... wasn't Marta. Mary lay on her side looking at her partner. "I wish you were," she muttered and nodded into oblivion. Neither woman bothered to remove their shirts, bras and jeans.The alarm. " Who did you get your advice from?" Sandra Mahoney."Mr. Perkins got a huge smile on his face. "You're just like your aunt. You don't know anything about something, but jump right in. You're smart enough to seek out the best for advice and help. Sounds like you're going to have a decent place. The bar business is always a gamble, but you're getting an easier start than most. How much did you have to give for the license?" Eighty-five."Mr. Perkins whistled, "You stole it. What else did you have. " Of course he will." But getting Mr. Reiser to pay a thousand dollars for a dinner plate..." my Mistress chuckled, " ... Well, You know how hard it is to get money out of a Jew." Oh," Mrs. Hardesty paled. "Your husband is Jewish?" A lesbian and a Jew," Miss Ingersoll nodded. "It's the secret of our happy marriage; we're both tight fisted." I, uh ... Good evening, Mrs. Reiser." The woman left without another word and Miss Corinne just shook her head."Mr. Reiser is Jewish?" I asked her a moment. You've been so accepting ... forgiving ... open..." She absent-mindedly slurped coffee and stared at the hand covering hers. There was silence as they both sipped at their drinks; they might have been in a force-field bubble; insulated somehow from the hustle and bustle of everyday frantic business. Then, looking into Dulcie's eyes, went on, "I think ... it's love. That's all I can think of. But if so, I've never known what love is before." Don't try too hard to understand," Dulcie said gently,.