“But-”

            Alice pressed her lips against Dana’s essentially shushing her. 

            Dana called Alice from the bathroom, “Dressy or casual?”

            “I don’t know.  I’m not going too dressy.”

            Dana poked her head out the door, “Jeans or slacks?”

            “Anything you want.  Dane, you could go there in sweats and no one would care.”

            Dana shot Alice a look, “I’m not that famous.”

            Alice laughed, “Yeah, and I’m the queen of England.”

            “Well, then what are you wearing?”

            “This.”  Alice held up a skirt and a nice blouse. 

            “Ooh, I like that.  Put it on.”

            “I’m getting to it.  Patience, Dana-son.”

            “But you know how much I love those shirts.”  Dana smiled seductively.

            “That I do.  And you know how much I love those hot jeans of yours and how your ***** looks in them.”  Alice pinched Dana’s ***** before resuming her search for a bracelet in her drawer.

            Dana reddened and ducked her chin towards her chest.  “Alright.  I’ll wear jeans.”

            “I have you whipped,” Alice stated proudly.

A short while later, the two women entered the club.  Alice squeezed Dana’s hand and headed over to the bar leaving Dana standing by the lounge chairs.  Dana felt the warm breath against her neck before hearing the writer’s voice.  “Hi, Tennis Player.”

Dana spun around and was face to face with Gabby, “Hi.”  She found herself smiling and could have kicked herself for doing so, but she couldn’t help it.

Gabby grabbed Dana’s arm, “Come with me for a sec.”

“But Alice is-”

“Alice won’t mind.”  Gabby brought Dana to her BMW.  She lit a joint.  “Want some?”

Dana waved her hand and shook her head. 

“Suit yourself.”  Gabby reclined in her seat.  “Have you gotten the ***** back into your life yet?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Gabby took a long drag of the blunt.  She exhaled, “Chronicgood stuff.  You know Alice smokes this.”

“I shouldn’t be here.”

“Then go.”

Dana opened the door and then closed it again.  “Why are you doing this?”

“I act on three things-desire, instinct, and compulsion.  Somehow, I feel compelled to do something.  Although what it is, I don’t know.”

            “Just because you helped me, doesn’t mean I owe you.”

            “I didn’t ask for anything.”

            Dana sighed, “Not yet.”

            “What makes you think I want something from you?”

            “Everyone does.”