She had not lost her edge. Even the six-monthrestriction to desk duty during the official investigation had notsoftened her or slowed her reflexes.Sh... had kept up her training despite the show-trial marking the end ofher career. She had ignored the newsfeeds and paid scant attention toall the official proceedings. This, despite the desperate pleadings ofher defense attorney to take a deal, any deal. In her heart, she haddone no wrong. True she had killed a man, if not exactly in. She had mopped out the front, Windexed the display cases, sold some cheap jewelry to junior high girls, and sent Jerry, the old stamp collector guy, off with the rare misprints her dad had found for him. It was turning out to be a good shift. A few more comers and goers. It was near six when Val came back out of the backroom. The front was miraculously fully cleaned and empty.“I got the cash, you can sort the deliveries.” She told Frieda in a dismissal.“If you want I can just go get supper at. We’ll let you see her as we zero in on the perfect dress to make your girlfriend look fabulous.”“That’s fine,” I agreed.Suzanne commented to Heather as they walked towards the back of the shop, “I love your skin. It looks fantastic. Your hair compliments it so well.”I sat and waited about fifteen minutes as Heather and Suzanne considered various dresses. Heather came by to show me a couple dresses. They looked nice enough to me. She decided against each. I knew dress shopping was going to be. “Have you ever wondered what it would feel like with a woman?” “Sure,” said Jill. “I mean, hasn’t everyone?” Sally giggled and said, “You have a valid point there.” Sally gently touched Jill’s cheek, stroking it softly. Jill purred under her touch and said, “That feel nice.” “Want to feel something even nicer?” asked Sally. “Sure,” said Jill. Sally leaned over and gently kissed Jill’s full, pouty lips. At first Jill didn’t respond, but then, she returned the kiss and the two women slipped.