“Mrs…”  Daisy began; Peggy put a hand up to Daisy,
smiling motherly.

            “Peggy please”  Peggy begged, not wanting to feel any older
than she felt already, having grand kids and all.

            “Umm Peggy.”  Daisy stammered, rubbing the back of her
neck, tossing a wanton look at Rosita. 
She tore her eyes away from the straight girl and rocked back and forth
on her heels.

            “Much better.”  Peggy smiled she reached out and touched
Rosita’s hand, calling her attention to her.

            “Think about it.”  Peggy said in a soft whisper, and Peggy then
touched Daisy’s cheek, stroking it lovingly with her thumb,

            “You are such a beautiful child,
with the most wondrous of eyes.”  Peggy
said and walked away.  Daisy leaned
against the piano, touching her cheek gently wondering what that had been all
about.  Daisy hadn’t pulled away; she
blinked at that shot of information.

            “She likes you chica, so whatcha
doing here, you sneak in this time too?” 
Rosita asked, slipping into her deep Barrio accent and Daisy chuckled at
the sound.  She gave her a cool look,
eyeing Rosita up and down with a hungry look. 
She could look; there was nothing wrong with that.

            “Same thing as you I’m guessing, I
was invited.  You finally busted out of
the hospital?”  Daisy asked and Ro cocked
an eyebrow, “I hear everything.”  Daisy
told her, in a dark whisper and Ro nodded. 
Ro could smell the lust in the air from this girl, she was revving but
no one to rev back with her.  She tried
to hide the smile, but she let it slip out, making her face totally different
as she smiled.

            “Si, bored out of my mind.  I can’t do ***** with my arm in a cast.  Can’t really work in the shop, that an no one
is bringin’ in their rides to be done up by an EX gang banger….”  Ro stated ruefully, Daisy reached over,
pushing a long strand of her silken hair from Ro’s face.  Ro didn’t back away, she just found Daisy’s
eyes and held the gaze.  “So I’m bored
chica, very bored.  And don’tcha be
getting any ideas…”  Ro began, finding
that she might not mind if the young girl got an idea or three.  She was like five years younger than she was,
and she wasn’t going in that direction. 
That direction had only held for her heartbreak and pain, so she was
avoiding that road at all costs.