Shane got off the phone. “Alright, you two, it looks like we’re going to Bette and Tina’s. They won’t leave us alone unless we at least make an appearance at their little ‘getting-back-together’ party. What the…” she trailed off, noticing the two making out while the cab driver watched. Alice wiggled her eyebrows at her, and Shane figured it out. With a grin, she leaned in and began sucking lustily on the side of Dana’s neck, causing her to whimper.

The poor cab driver shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable with the hard-on that had developed in his pants, and trying too hard not to stare and drool.

Suddenly Alice broke off the embrace, and she and Shane both leaned back against the seat, leaving a breathless Dana slumped over, panting. Alice grinned and rattled off Bette and Tina’s address, as if nothing had just happened. When the cab driver fumbled with the steering wheel and ran over the cab as he drove away, Shane and Alice smiled at each other over Dana’s head. Mission accomplished.

Jenny stood outside of Bette and Tina’s house, debating whether or not to go in. She had just made a decision, but wasn’t sure if she was going through with it or not. She clutched a letter tightly in her hands and leaned against Bette and Tina’s mailbox, thinking. At that moment, a familiar figure crossed the window. Marina. Jenny sucked in a breath as she took in Marina’s beauty; watched her move gracefully across the room, laughing with ease at something Kit had said.

At that moment, Jenny’s decision was clear. Her eyes filling with tears, she opened the mailbox and slid the letter inside, then fled off into the dark night.

Kit was surprised to see Marina again, but was delighted all the same. Everyone had missed her, and now Kit and Marina would be co-owners of The Planet, making things easier for Kit. Marina had the managerial skills to make it work, while Kit could handle the rest. She knew they’d make quite a team.

Leaving Marina standing by the window, Kit drifted away as she saw Bette greeting Ivan at the door. She took Ivan’s hand, leading him into the kitchen for a talk. She’d had something on her mind she needed to say, and now was the time.