“Mistress.” Shane said in a soft breath, dropping to her knees as Tina
rushed to her, pulling her chin up. Feasting on the sight of her dark
green eyes, normal now. But then she saw something else.

Blood, blood on her lips, cheeks and fingers. Tina shook her head, then she grabbed at Shane, checking her for wounds.

“It’s not me” Shane said breathlessly. Tina met her eyes, not wanting to know, needing to know, but not wanting to.

“Oh god.”

“I had to, to stop it the”

“The what, Shane?”

“Thirst”

~*~*~*~*~*

Windwalker strode into the LNF, spotting Susan frowning at the
calculator, and sat down at her booth. Susan looked up, her bruises
making her face look more dangerous, yet more human.

“You again.” Susan scoffed. Her heart rose and fell, her breath
quickened, like someone standing on a precipice, looking at a very long
fall.

Windwalker studied her face for a moment. “Yes, it’s time,” she said softly.

“Time? Time for tea?” Susan asked with a dry laugh.

“Time for you to right your wrongs.”

Susan swallowed and looked up to see Jo walking in with a laptop in hand, cursing in French.

~*~*~*~*~*

Dana snapped on the TV, wanting to hear the news, but instead she feasted her eyes on.

Herself.

“Tennis Pro Dana Fairbanks was spotted coming out of Petruccio’s, a well known leather bar yesterday evening.”

Dana snapped the TV off, letting out a yell, swearing Susan’s name and vowing revenge.

~*~*~*~*~*

“How are you this morning, my love?” Marina asked and Jenny smiled, leaning up and kissing her.

“Fine, did I hear the phone ring?”

“Yes, it was Jo Wheaton, the woman who owns the other half of the LNF;
she asked us to meet her and Susan there at midnight tonight. Something
important, I gather.”

“Oh. I’ve seen her m’Lady, a sexy tomboy” Jenny licked her lips and
sent Marina into a fit of laughter, she kissed her lovingly.

~*~*~*~*~*

“That tomboy called.”

“What?” Bette asked from the shower, and she poked her head out from the shower stall.

“That woman, who put your back up last night?” Bette’s face was blank.
“The anal beads?” Candace offered as a reminder, and Bette grunted.

“I’d like to see her try.” Bette said and Candace muttered,

“I’d pay to see that,” her voice low, then. “She asked us to go to the
LNF tonight, midnight, said it would be worth our trouble.”

“Oh I’ll be there. With bells on.” Bette said over the shower and Candace said in her soft voice again,

“Or nipple clamps”

~*~*~*~*~*

“Sam?” Lara asked into the phone. Sam’s dark voice came back tinny out of the cellphone.

“I left them at your place.” Sam said to a background mutter from Lara.

“Don’t call me again, Perkins.” Sam threatened and Lara said into the phone.

“I won’t. We are even.”

“You bet your ass we are, no more rapid detox. No more anything from
me, Lara. I can’t keep doing this with you.” Sam said, hanging up the
phone.

It rang again and Lara opened the phone. A voice she didn’t know came through the line.

“LNF, midnight and all of your wishes, and answers will be yours for the taking. Susan Birch on a silver platter.”

Jo hung up the phone, Susan nodding to her and Jo let out a soft sigh.

“A few down, a few more to go.” Jo said, Susan nodding.

“We are insane, for believing this.”

“I know, but what can we do. If it’s true” Jo began,

“We are living a lie.”

“If it’s a farce.”

“We are the two dumbest dykes to ever walk this planet.”

Jo nodded, “At least we are the sexiest dumb dykes.”

Susan shook her head, “Leave it to you to look at the glass half full.”

“At least its something to drink.” Jo snorted, dialing the next number.