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    Work to Do Part 2

    The athlete stood up and patted her friend’s shoulder deciding it
    was time to escape for a bit. Heading off to the kitchen, she grabbed a
    beer and slipped out back thru the hedge to Tina and Bette’s pool.

    Standing at the pool’s ledge, Dana stood and breathed the warm,
    humid air for several moments. She welcomed the solitude. Feeling
    relaxed for the first time that evening, she stepped out of her jeans
    and dove into the pool in her tank top. The athlete did a slow crawl to
    the other end of the pool.

    “Dana Fairbanks. You look just like you do on television.”

    Dana stared toward the voice coming from the corner of the pool.
    “I’m taller,” she answered finally, still staring at her ex-best
    friend.

    Dana’s look held Alice. “Whoa,” thought Alice surprised, she
    recognized that look. Breaking their stare, Alice submerged and began
    swimming across the pool away from Dana. Finding the exertion calming,
    she settled into a pattern of laps.

    “That’s it, swim,” the blonde advised herself. She relaxed into a slow breaststroke and wondered how to talk to this woman.

    “You’re skinny dipping, Al,” noted Dana softly. She was next to her, her expression unreadable.

     ”I didn’t expect company,” Alice defended herself, breathing hard. The exercise and Dana were getting to her.

    “Are you tired Alice?” Dana asked, moving closer to the blonde.
    Alice felt the tennis player’s hands pushing her hips towards the side
    of the pool. As they reached the wall she felt Dana’s pelvis press
    against hers. Alice couldn’t look at her. She felt herself press into
    Dana in answer and swallowed.

    Dana moaned, taking Alice’s breast in one hand as she used the other
    to pull Alice’s head to her in a kiss. Alice stopped, sobering quickly,
    “Dana, stop.”

    Dana groaned and continued grinding into Alice, pinching her nipple. “Come on, Alice,” she whispered in her ear.

    Alice shoved the brunette back roughly. “No! Dana! What? Are you
    kidding me?” Alice’s eyes flashed in anger and she jumped out of the
    pool with an agility Dana wouldn’t have suspected. Dana stared at her
    as she grabbed her clothes. Resigned, the athlete also climbed out of
    the pool.

    “Really Dana, are you ***** kidding me?” Alice repeated. “I’m not
    one of your fans. I’m not going to just ***** you because you bat your
    eyelashes at me.”

    Dana narrowed her eyes at Alice. “Excuse me?”

    “I’m serious. Did you think that because you dumped Lara that it’s
    open season on Alice? Did you think breaking up with her would fix
    this?”

    Dana looked at Alice incredulously. “Fix this? Fix this, Alice? You
    ***** stalked me! How do we fix thatAl? You were worse than my
    craziest fan. We can’t fix this.” Tears streamed down Dana’s face. “I
    don’t trust you anymore,” she whispered.

    Alice was stunned. “Oh.” she managed. Nodding quickly, she turned and left Dana standing by the pool.

    TBC

    Comments

    1. layla barely bet me, darn! ok you have gone from reader to damn good writer. Layla holds my hand when I need help also. But if this is a sampling of your writing I don’t think you need a lot of hand holding. Man you write well, not just well great. Thanks for the story. Deb

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