“Yeah, ok…,” muttered Shane, “I can do something with this thick mane of hay colored hair.”

            “No putting any highlights…,” grumbled Sam.

            “Sam..,” threatened Brian.

            “Fine,” throwing up her hand and tossing a scathing look at her brother, “whatever!”

            Forty five minutes later, Shane had lopped off virtually all of Sam’s hair, leaving her with a short, boyish cut, that looked better the more it was tussled.  Sam’s natural highlights coming out, making her grey eyes look that much darker and filled with mischief than before. 

            “Better…,” said Brian, walking around Sam, who was standing, rolling her eyes dramatically.  “Much better,” nodded Brian.  Reaching out and messing up Sam’s hair even more, Sam slapping his hand away, laughing. 

            Brian reached into his pocket, just as his cell phone rang, tossing the small phone to Sam, “Get that for me, will you?  It’s the other set of munchers.”

            Sam caught it with a deft hand, winking at Shane as she did and turned away, taking the call.  It was Lindsay, wanting to know if Brian was going to be at the housewarming, and Sam promised to drag him there, even if he was naked, which only made Lindsay laugh. 

            “I’m supposed to ask for sugar,” laughed Sam, waving an empty cup, “but I was assured if I come back with you, the other set of lesbians would be… Oh, hello,” stammered Sam when she saw Tina standing next to Bette.

            “Hi, Tina Kennard,” smiled Tina, extending her hand to Sam, who took it with a grin.

            “Nice hair cut, I have sugar if you really need it,” laughed Bette, taking the cup from Sam, their fingers touching for just an instant, Sam let the touch linger for just a moment.

            “Please, don’t tell me that!  That means I have to go back over there!  Mel and Linds are the sweetest, but I swear, I don’t wanna go back,” pleaded Sam, about to drop to her knees, her hands clasped before her.  “Is that Angelica?” asked Sam, stepping into the house.