“Shane” Tina said softly, and Shane looked up meeting Tina’s stormy heated gaze.

“Yes Mistress.” Shane said sweetly.

“Come to me.” Tina ordered, and Shane moved between her legs, and in moments Shane had her wish of her Thanksgiving feast.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Jo walked into her office with Susan in tow, and Susan crossed her arms
once they were in the office. She wasn’t going to win, no matter what
threats she spilled from her pretty French mouth; Jo Wheaton was most
certainly not going to win this one.

“If you don’t stop challenging my authority” Susan alluded and Jo
laughed savagely, turning to her. Susan saw the look in her eyes, power
and recklessness brimmed in those amber blue eyes.

“I told you–no personal business on my property and Lara Perkins is
personal to you. Very personal.” Jo stated, and Susan kicked at Jo’s
desk, wanting to make the tomboy flinch, but it didn’t work.

“***** you! She’s mine and I want her back.” Susan said, her tone not as
threatening as she’d wanted it to be. Instead it held a shard of
humanity she wasn’t accustomed to hearing in her own voice.

“I told you” Jo began, but Susan cut her off in anger.

“If for one minute you think I’m going to let her walk around my club as an equal” Susan began and Jo laughed again,

“It is as much MY club as it is YOUR club. Until she proves she isn’t
your equal, you allow her to be who she wants to be at the LNF;
otherwise on the outside world, she is your fair game.” Jo said, waving
to her that she was dismissed and Susan stormed out of the office. She
was heading to Petruccio’s to find Jenny, she needed to taste blood,
even if it wasn’t Lara Perkin’s.

Jo picked up the phone in her office, dialing the number she knew well
and allowed it to ring. The voice mail picked up and the hauntingly
familiar voice of her former heart said.

“Hi, you’ve reached Amy Astin’s cell phone, leave me a message and I’ll
get back atcha as soon as I can.” Jo hung up the phone without leaving
a message, as she always did. She just sometimes needed to hear her
voice, to remind Jo that she was still human.

Barely.

~*~*~*~*~*

Dana ran into the house, tripping over Lobster as she went crashing to
her knees. Tonya was in the kitchen and she came running, Dana sitting
on her *****, hugging her knees as she began to break down.