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            “Tina and Cassandra are never going
to let this fly.”  Rosita said, they were
in the back bedroom, changing into a different set of clothes.  Ro was trying to not sneak a peak at Daisy’s
body.  Ro’s jaw was set, chiding herself
for being such a horny woman.  The kiss
had been sweet, perfect and it had taken every ounce of courage she had to go
through with it.  Ro could face down a
gang of her own friends, get beaten up, even go as far as kill someone.  But a simple kiss had scared her
senseless. 

            Daisy on the other hand was watching
every single move that Rosita made.  With
lust, love, and with abandonment.  Rosita
moved like a cat, silky smooth moves of her long agile limbs.  She had scars on her back, on the back of her
arms.  A tattoo on her lower back that
Daisy so wanted to trace with her tongue. 
Right up her back and kiss her shoulder, tasting her dark olive
skin.  She pulled the shirt over her
head, just in her bra and for some reason that was more erotic than being naked
with Ro.  She cleared her throat.

            “You let me handle my ‘rents.  Cass will let me go out with you, if I have
to beg, plead and promise my first-born. 
I’ll get straight A’s.  Whatever
she wants, as long as she lets me be with you. 
She’ll let me.  I swear she
will.  I’ve got it all planned out in my
head.”  Daisy said tapping her temple,
she then threw her shirt at Ro, who caught it and instantly brought it to her
nose, smelling the musty aroma of Daisy. 
Daisy ignored the sexual undertones of her doing that, she bit her lower
lip, and Ro turned away.

            “Are you going to tell Alice?  I think you should.  She should know that you’re her kid.”  Ro said softly, her Barrio accent thicker
when she spoke softly.  It was filled
with something else too, longing?  Daisy
couldn’t place it, but she set her jaw, thinking.  Daisy moved to the side of the bed that Ro was
on, sitting on it.  Ro sat down too, both
women just in their bra’s.  Daisy in a
pair of black jeans and Rosita in a pair of shorts.  Hip to hip and Daisy said in a soft
thoughtful voice of someone so much older than her 16 years of age.