"I hear someone talking."I grabbed his arm when he would have rushed off in that direction. "Steve, slow down. We have to sneak up on whoever it is. I... he has a weapon he could kill the girls if we startle him.'He looked at me with wild eyes. "He might be hurting them now!"I held on to him. "Steve, hurt they can survive. Dead there's nothing we can do."He took a deep breath and stopped pulling. "Don't you love them?" Yes I do. But I learned that going into a situation letting your emotions. "Jill ... I can't ... it's against everything..." I'm sorry darling, but this is no time to stand up for your feminist principles. You're a fugitive. You're nearly six feet tall, you stand out like a Belisha beacon, and you're all over the papers. Let me do it. You can blame me if the Sisters see you and don't like it."I pushed her back into cubicle, and crowded in with her. A little work on the wig, flourishes of makeup, and with sunglasses coquettishly poised, even Auntie Susan would have had. The excited chatter of diners began to fill her ears as she approached the row of tables. She turned heads as she made her way towards the end table, which was slightly recessed, but she ignored them. Now wholly focused on that which awaited her, Melissa came to the end table. Desire was seated and resting her chin on one upraised palm, a black Sobranie cocktail cigarette smoldered in a dark crystal glass receptacle. A cup of inky black espresso lay in front of her. She rose from her seat and. The pencil rolled under the table and the two beautiful women met face to face underneath the table. Sasha and Claire locked eyes and the only thing that stood between them was air. It was intense and both women new they had a type of chemistry going on. Claire reached for the pencil and her hand met with Sasha’s. Their skin so soft and their looks were so lusty. Feeling a bit nervous they both jumped back into their chairs and pretended the heat between them didn’t exist. It was getting late.