“I’m flying out to Miami today, and you’d better be on the flight on Friday, make sure that Sam is too,” said Brian with a rather rough tone.

            “Sam?  Sam’s going?” stammered Shane, thinking of all the alone moments she might get with Sam in Miami, hot women, great music, a lot of sex… then she snapped off the thought, thinking that Sam was injured and she should stop being a horny bitch, but she couldn’t help it.

            “Yeah, the photographer bailed on Brian, Sam is going to enlist Carmen and it should come out all right,” said Justin as Brian paced the stoop.

            “Just make sure she’s ok, and that she’s there.  Oh, and Shane, don’t break her fucking heart, or I’ll break your fucking fingers,” threatened Brian as he walked away in a huff.

            Justin looked up at the sky, “Sorry, he’s stressed,” explained Justin.

            “That’s like saying I’d cut off his cock, damn, the dude is serious,” muttered Shane under her breath as she wiggled her fingers.

            “Brian usually its, I’d better go, see you in Miami,” smiled Justin as he jogged to Brian’s green sports machine.

            “Pay no attention to the pissed off gay man,” smiled Sam from the patio door. Shane turned, seeing her standing there, the bandages had a hint of blood on them.

            “You’re bleeding,” said Shane softly as she drew closer to Sam, Shane’s fingers touching the gauze gently.

            Sam looked down, nodding, “Yeah, just drainage, I’m ok, how did you get in?” asked Sam going back to the patio.  Sitting on the edge of the pool, Sam’s toes were touching the warm water, swinging her feet around in the pool, looking up at Shane for a moment.

            “Um… from the back yard, you pissed?”

            “Nope, did you know that Jayden was gay?” asked Sam softly and quickly, hitting Shane off guard with the question.  The drugs were making her fuzzy, and she was enjoying it, a bit to much perhaps.

            “No,” said Shane as she sat down next to Sam, “…she fooled my gaydar.”

            “Gotta get that fixed, is it still on warranty?” quipped Sam, touching her good shoulder to Shane’s.  Shane felt a hot shiver rushing up her spine.