“Oh *****.“  She half laughs and sobs, “That was intense oh *****.“  Her laughter takes over.

“Let it out baby.“  Harper laughs.

“What the *****?“  Shane says confounded by her tears of *****.  “What did you do to me?“  Shane asks still in shock.

“Nothing bad I hope.“  Harper says with mock seriousness.

“Na-uh, not bad.  Mind blowing.  Jesus!“  Shane wipes at her tears.

Harper smiles reassuringly at her, “Mind blowing is good.“

Shane nods her head in agreement.  “I just I can‘t believe that WOW!  You made me cry!“  Shane can‘t wrap her head around it.  To say she‘s never experienced something like it is an understatement.  She has never let anyone into her life like she has Harper.  She‘s never allowed herself to open up to someone or let go completely with someone.

“It happens sometimes.  They‘re good tears.“  Harper assures her.

“You‘ve had it happen?“  Shane almost doesn‘t want to hear her answer.

“A couple of times.“

Secretly Shane was hoping no one had made Harper feel that good.  But understanding that their experiences have been so different she‘s not too hurt.

“It‘s intense.“  Shane says as another aftershock washes over her.  “*****.“  Shane draws out the word.

Harper chuckles thinking its related to her *****.

“No, *****!  Look at the clock.“  At that second the alarm clock begins its cry.

Harper is quick to hit it into submission, “*****!“  And she knows now she has no time to dawdle, she must shower and manage to tear herself away from the woman she is completely captivated by.

“Off you go!“  Shane says pointing to the bathroom.  Harper gives her best pout and groans dramatically as she slips out of bed. 

When Shane is sure she‘s in the shower she goes to work.  She jumps out of bed, throwing on her discarded jeans and t-shirt.  She rifles through her bag and pulls out the letter she wrote while Harper was sound asleep.  She tucks it into the book Harper picked up for the trip home, knowing she will ignore it until she‘s on the plane.  She tucks the book back into Harper‘s bag with a satisfied grin.  As she heads toward the bathroom she has a thought and quickly turns around.  Knowing that she‘s wearing Harper‘s favorite t-shirt she removes it.  Holding it up to her nose, she takes a few good whiffs.  Satisfied that it contains her scent she neatly folds it and puts it under a pair of pants in Harper‘s bag.