It was an unlikely script. And it all started with, ‘I love your haircut’.Coco Chanel once stated, ‘A woman who cuts her hair is about to change...her life’. It’s true. I was announcing, without really announcing, ‘moving on’ with the ‘breakup cut’. The let’s-cut-it-all-off-haircut was a statement of personal empowerment, an adieu to an affecting three-year relationship with a Hungarian woman I had fallen madly in love with during my sabbatical in London. My first serious lesbian relationship. I. I held my breath. Then the figure slipped from the shadows and the bright moonlight leant an eerie glow the figure of Angela as she turned to grasp the edge of the garage roof and hang at full stretch before dropping the last foot or so to the ground.I stayed in the shadows between two trees and watched as she dusted herself down and took off the overalls that she had been wearing. Underneath was a dress so short it barely qualified as a tee shirt! Out of the pocket of the overalls came a pair. " It was really beginning to set in after Contessa said that. We were going to fuck tonight. She was not wasting any time. I should have known that though. The contest I won to make her squirt was on her terms. It was definitely going to be a true one night stand. "But first, I need to shower and get ready. You can shower after me if you want," Contessa said as she got up and smiled. "That will be nice." "I'll let you know when I'm through. Just continue to make yourself at home." I got up and. "We've got to get Savannah to her connection flight."The others looked excited, but Savannah looked anxious. I nodded to Mandy. "Lead the way." As the girls started off again, I turned to find Michael but he was nowhere to be seen. "What the hell?" I muttered to myself as I ran to catch up to the girls.We followed Savannah to her connection flight. Each of us gave her a hug. I was reluctant but she reached for me. A hug couldn't hurt. Wait, strike that.Savannah gave me a kiss on the cheek and.