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Old acquaintances and faces from the past. Choices are not always simple. People are complicated. This can be read as a stand alone, but as it does back reference to events in the first two...well... Tina Marie and Vickie, thanks for the support. It is appreciated. This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected. Copyright KLS 2006. People are Complicated Pt 3 - Final. By Kristina.L.S. 1. Happenstance Andie sat back in her chair and tried to understand what had taken place over the last few hours. With a rueful smile she acknowledged a degree of flusteredness that she seldom felt at work. That probably wasn't a word but it fit anyway. The morning had started quite normally. A quick check to make sure everyone was on top of things. Progress to ongoing work was where it should be and a check via Jen to Gale that anything new or upcoming was scheduled for. Jen sent diary entries where appropriate and after ticking off the week in the rough outline they operated with, each settled back to get rid of backed up paperwork. Whoever coined the term paperless office should probably be taken to a recycling factory and thrown in the paper bin. He or she would be smothered under tons of ex office paper in seconds. Then shredded and recycled to end up back in some office copier and probably cause a jam. Poetic justice. Time/costing sheets per account or individual job for invoicing and salary breakdowns. Job outlines so she could keep track of who had to do what and when to keep things flowing smoothly. It was after 12 when she looked up and stretching decided to break for lunch. One way to kill a morning. She did a quick round for sandwich orders and phoned through to the deli 2 blocks down. A couple of phone calls to fill in the wait and do a quick follow up on an outside order. She grabbed the cane basket for the sandwiches and waved to Jen as she headed out. Daydreamed as she walked. Kate and Michelle were in Thailand and the op had gone well. Another week and they'd start the serious lazing on the beaches. She smiled to herself thinking about the twist of fate that relationship had been. After her own angst ridden soul searching... Her thoughts turned to Shelley. The gorgeous blond that now owned her heart. She had more sexy lingerie than most stores because Shel loved her in it. As long as it wasn't the scratchy stuff she was happy to oblige. It was one of the perks after all. Shelley loved quality and quantity. She laughed to herself with a slight blush as she wondered what the reaction of the people she passed if they knew what was under her baggy jeans and silk blouse. 'Hmm, that corner shop is nearly finished. The renovations had been going for a couple of months. It seemed they were getting a florist.' A slim woman with short, red, razor cut hair was chatting to a painter about the final design for the window. As she looked up Andie stopped dead. With a slight flutter to the stomach a big smile crossed her face. "Cassie, you're looking good." The redhead turned and looked at her. "Do I know you?" her expression was vaguely puzzled. There was something familiar about this woman. But she couldn't for the life of her figure from where. "It's Andy. Well, Andrea actually." The smile stayed as she stood a few feet away holding the big cane basket and gazing gently at this face from the past. "ANDY! Oh my god, look at you. You're..! Hot Damn, you look fantastic! A whole lot better than the last time I saw you that's for sure." She practically jumped on the taller woman and wrapped her in a hug that almost broke ribs. With tears in her eyes she kissed both cheeks then held Andie at arms length to get another look. "Are you, um? You know the, ah, ...everything? Hell, you said Andrea. I guess that means...? Phew I'll have to give Rob a call. She will be thrilled. We have to get together. You, um, you don't blame us for what happened do you? When you disappeared we didn't know what to think, and well..." She looked saddened by past memories. "Oh Cass, come on. I was having a blast with you two. As you can see it made a lasting impression. Nothing was your fault. In fact you probably saved my life. If you hadn't come looking when you did..." With a slight shrug Andie pulled the other woman close and returned the hug with a soft kiss to her cheek. "Uh, look I have to run, but are you here for a while? Sandwich order." She waved the basket. Cassie laughed, "Are you kidding. I'll probably be sleeping here. Due to open on Wednesday and well... " She shrugged and smiled. "Great. I'll come down after work and we can talk while you do whatever. I might even help if you ask nicely." They both laughed and hugged tight for a moment. Then split to continue with the business of the day. With a bounce in her step and a sudden lightness of heart she headed to the deli, chatted for a minute with Beth as the order was checked and assembled, paid up and strolled back daydreaming about past friendships and the possibility of renewal. As she came in the door an arm grabbed her about the waist and lifted her from the ground. A loud squeal brought every eye to the tableau in the doorway. "Hi there cutie. I don't believe we've been formally introduced. Jonathon McNeil, ace photographer and occasional scribe to the powerful and insane. Where's that little pipsqueak of a boss of yours. I have a spare week or two and I'm sure he needs my perceptive eye to save a tragically endangered campaign for him." With a self-mocking laugh and a kiss to the cheek he dropped Andie back to her feet. She had recognised the voice, which is the only reason he could still walk without limping. It had been, what, 3 years since he had last graced the Agency with his undoubted talent and outrageously over the top ego. A sort of English aristocrat with the manners and charm to match. If Hugh Grant had been taller, fitter, arrogantly certain of his irresistibility to women everywhere and utterly convinced of his own invincibility that would be Jonathon McNeil. He could walk through a fire-fight stopping to take pictures without a scratch. His fame was assured when he had brought back images of destruction, poverty and cruelty coupled with an interview with several of the warlords after the debacle in Mogadishu. Fifteen years spent in every hell hole from Rwanda to Bosnia to Sierra Leone and Gaza had not embittered him. But get him drunk and talking he would gaze sombrely into some remembered pit of hell and describe in a soulless monotone scenes of depravity and horror to make Dante squirm. When not strolling through the worlds 'trouble spots' he dabbled in fashion work. Something that amused and delighted him. He had a critical and unusual sense of what would work. If they had something that fitted he got a job or two when around. His style did not lend itself to all comers but was great when fitted to a designer or campaign that needed a gritty journalistic look. Andy had worked with him twice. Once as a junior up and comer and several years later as head of creative. They had become friends. Here he was again, the three bags on the floor confirmed her guess that he had come straight from the airport. Typical. With an amused glint in her eye she gently disentangled herself, "Excuse me Mr McNeil, I'll see if that pipsqueak, ah, Mr Williams is available. One moment." As Andie walked across to Jen his gaze drifted speculatively to several of the women in the room. It was returned with equal interest from more than one. "Jennifer, Mr McNeil is looking for Andrew. Is he about?" Suppressing a smile, "Oh, I believe he is over with Gale discussing that new campaign. I'll buzz him if you like, Andrea." "Thank you. Would you please?" The background snickers had begun and wide smiles adorned every face. Jen pretended to talk into the phone while watching Andie, as she delivered lunch orders, and Jonathon. A moment later Andie spun about and with a pronounced seductive strut walked across, linked arms with Jonathon and led him across the room. "I'm sorry Mr Williams is tied up for a while. He asked if you would wait in his office. He won't be long." The background laughter got slightly louder and Jen and Andies smiles got wider. "Jen would you buzz Gale and let her know who I've got here?" "Sure thing boss." "Come on big boy. Let's have a cup of tea and chat shall we." The laughter increased and Jonathon began to realise he was the butt of some private joke. Suddenly he stopped and looking at Jen, "Boss?" His expression darkened then swivelled between Jen and Andie as the laughter got louder. His eyes narrowed as he looked closely at Andie then a slightly embarrassed smile crept across his features. " Damn. Dirty pool Andy, uh, Andrea was it. You could have said something." "Now where's the fun in that stud. Come on in and lets talk. Would you like a tea or coffee? And Andie is fine Jonathon." With a sharp glint suddenly hitting his eyes he jumped forward and lifting Andie swept her off her feet and bending her slightly backwards proceeded to kiss the creative director deeply and thoroughly. Probably a minute later both were back upright and slightly flushed. " Ah, sorry Andy I shouldn't have done that. Oh hell. Yes I should, that was fun and most enjoyable. One all I'd say. Wouldn't you old thing?" Still blushing slightly Andie straightened herself. "Well, um, I will say your reputation is well earned." That brought the chuckles up to full laughter. "Yes, definitely one all. But not so much of the 'old thing', speak for yourself eh Jonathon. Come on in, let's talk." They chatted as Andie made coffee for both and then settled, "Straight black? Ick. You don't mind if I eat do you?" "Not at all, go ahead." A shrug and soft snort. "Well, you hang about with military types for any amount of time you can learn to drink mud. This is ambrosia by comparison. So tell me..." He waved in Andies general direction with a quizzical expression on his face. "Um. Long story. Suffice to say I'm happier and more comfortable with myself now. After a bit of pain both emotional and physical I arrived at the simple conclusion that this is me, more so than before. I am, in simple terms, no longer fighting myself. And people tell me I'm more ah, centred." With a thoughtful nod Jonathon looked her up and down and smiled. "Yes that sounds about right for the short version. The old Andy would never have pulled the equivalent of that stunt before. Nor accepted the riposte in like manner." He rose and with a slight bow offered his hand, "Pleased to meet you Andrea my dear." He lightly kissed the proffered hand raising another blush and with a gentle smirk, " The cutie remark stands by the way. I would be more than happy to become friends with Andrea. Perhaps dinner and the long version. I find this fascinating and more than a touch intriguing. You challenge my masculine ego. I liked Andy and I think I will like Andrea even more. So a dress up dinner, soon?" With a small, slightly bemused smile and a light blush, "Yes I would enjoy that. But you must know I'm spoken for. My lady love might object to some jet-setting playboy getting fresh with her girl." "Ah well. Perhaps all the more reason to introduce the debutante to the feminine pleasure of a gentleman suitor and escort to fashionable eateries and au courant venues about town." Andies laugh was full but gentle. "You are an absolutely incorrigible misogynist rogue. Dinner is a nice thought. Any more and I think Shelley would insist on escorting me at least. Push too hard and she might remove pieces of your anatomy you would probably miss." He laughed loudly and quickly, "Shelley sounds like a fun girl. I will look forward to meeting her." Rubbing his hands he gazed speculatively at Andie until she looked down. The slight smirk was missed by her and gone as she looked back. "Oh yes. I will enjoy meeting Shelley. I like a challenge and competition adds spice to the quest. Now, to business. Anything in the works over the next month or so that I can save for you?" With a soft mumble, just loud enough to be heard, and a gentle smile, "Arrogant bastard." Then back to normal level," Gale should be across shortly. I'm sure we'll work something out for your inestimable talents to salvage for the mere mortals that toil in cringing awe of your august presence." Laughing as he shook his head slightly, "Oh very good Andrea. I will enjoy seeking the key to milady's most generous heart." The banter continued back and forth as Andie ate her lunch. Ten minutes later Gale walked in with a brisk, "Hello John. We may just have a possible Andie." Forty five minutes later they had a rough idea of what would work and how to make use of the sudden arrival of John McNeil; "Jonathon, if you don't mind." "Ok Andie, that sounds like a plan. I'll sick Cath on them and we'll have the account by weeks end. Then what, 10 days to a probable 4 shoots?" "Yes, that will work. Talk to you later about the details Gale. I'll get Dave and Linda to work up a rough outline for Cath to take with her. Tomorrow lunch be soon enough? ... Ok good. Once we have the go ahead a full game plan will be ready by Tuesday next, with a probable 'go live' Thursday or Friday as long as we can get permits for any outside shoots. Yes should be good." Gale nodded to both. "I'll leave Andie to work out the details. She can be the liaison to you John, sorry, Jonathon. See you next week. ...Andie." "So Jonathon now that you've disrupted my next 2 weeks I need to get to work. Where are you staying so I can get in touch?" "Well actually old thing...I don't have a place sorted until the weekend. I'll grab a motel or something and let you know. Is there anywhere close?" "Well, we have a couple of spare rooms at home. You could stay with Shel and me for a few days. I know she'll just love you. Obnoxious macho photographers are a personal favourite." "That sounds too delectable to pass up. I will be delighted to meet the 'lady love' of my transient employer ...thank you Andie. I will do my best to contain my more indelicate masculine tendencies. I am sure two lovely examples of the gentler sex will have a civilising influence on this unreconstructed misogynist. Just one thing love. Where do you live, hmmm?" Chuckling Andie pushed over a card and 2 keys, "That's the address, fat key is the security lock. Smaller key is our door. I'll get a message to Shelley so you don't stumble over each other if she gets back before me. I'll be along about 7, 7.30. I have a reunion with an old friend. Make yourself at home, there should be food enough if you're hungry. Spare room has the Doisneau print on the wall. We'll talk later. Now buzz off so I can get started on this campaign of yours. Old Thing." "Thanks ducky. But don't hurry on my account. I'll probably crash for about 5 hours. A 15 hour flight does tend to tax the old stamina. But a revue by you and Shelley will see me right in no time. Good hosts as I'm sure you are. Revive a tired old man in no time." The innocent expression was ruined just a little by his bouncing up and down in his seat. Gently shaking her head Andie sighed melodramatically, "Jonathon, Jonathon. At your advanced age and obviously weakened condition it would be too much for you. We would be remiss if we allowed such a thing. No, for your own good such displays will remain private." "Ah. I'll just have to work on it then. Righto I'll be off. Talk to you tonight Andie." With a loud chuckle he headed for the door. Head shaking gently and a small smile fighting not to grow Andie called in Dave, Linda and Jen. She picked up her mobile and dialled Shelley's number, started plotting rough outlines and likely phone calls as it rang. "Hi hon, guess what..." The afternoon drifted as her thoughts wandered. Good and bad memories from High School, Cassie and Rob and others.... Then Jonathon, from their first meeting through to today and ..that kiss. She could feel the blush ..again. Back and forth. Laughing silently she acknowledged that she had gone as far as she could at the moment. A quick check on Dave and Linda's progress and then bid good night. "Everything on track? Great, thanks guys. See you tomorrow." Time to catch up with an old friend. She parked next to the corner and walked into the shop. Cassie was wearing an old men's business shirt and baseball cap as she rolled paint up a wall. By the look of it part of that one and then another she would be finished. The radio playing classic hits had masked the sound of her entrance and Andie watched for a minute as Cass casually but skilfully applied the paint finishing the last couple of metres. "Very stylish Cass. Pale green freckles go with your hair." She jumped slightly at the unexpected interruption, then poked her tongue out as she recognised the source. "Oh Ha Ha. And it's 'forest verdure' I'll have you know. Pale green indeed! The very idea. This is, well it will be, a stylish establishment. Artistic floral arrangements of class and distinction. No common mucky greens that's for sure." Both were laughing, "Oh excuuuse me. Please forgive this ignorant peasant. Do you need a hand with anything or will I wander down and grab a couple of coffees each, something to nibble as well if you like." "Thanks Andie. I'll just do this last wall in, pale green, and then we can sip and catch up. About half an hour. Just coffee would be great." Cass was just scrubbing some paint off her face as Andie returned with the coffees. She turned and watched the other woman as she deposited them on the counter top, pulled two and put two next to the microwave. Then dropped a pile of sugars and stirrers. "Coffee's up. So Cass how do you come to be here, it's been almost 9 years. It was a pleasant shock to see you this morning." "You got a shock! Huh, a strange woman suddenly announces herself and then I realise it's a guy I knew at school." She got pensive for a second," You know that thing with me, Rob and you started as bit of a joke. You were always alone and we thought it would be fun to get you out with us. The 'girl' thing started as a bet between us that you wouldn't do it. We were just seeing where it would go but it became more than that. For all of us I guess. I hope you're happy. We both liked, like, you a lot. You seem good, are you?" "Yes, on the whole I'm good. I have a job I love, a few friends and a woman I share with that I love and who loves me. Things could be a lot worse." This last said with a big smile and a slight shrug. "Woman huh. So little Andie's a lez now. Well whatever makes you happy. I'm glad for you." "So Cass, the shop?" "Oh. Well you remember Col, the school tough guy?" Andie nodded, she did indeed remember him, a slight frown crossed her face. "Ah, sorry, you weren't particularly friendly were you? Anyway, a year out of school we hooked up and married a year later. No kids thank god. He turned all hard arse businessman. Ended up with 5 lighting shops. Doing pretty well. But didn't care about anything else..." She shrugged, "Anyway I found out he was messing about, so... we split. He settled and I got one of the shops. Sold it back to him at a good price and..." With a theatrical wave, "This is mine. I worked in a florist through high school, learned the ropes and did an evening business course to learn to run things. So I guess I'll find out if I can now." Andie laughed, "I'm sure you'll do fine Cass. You always were a go- getter. You'll be a flower mogul in no time I bet." They both laughed at that, sat in restful silence for a minute and sipped coffee. After a minute Andie roused, "So what's Rob up to these days? I assume you guys keep in touch. You were inseparable at school, but that could have changed. From what you said this morning though you do keep up..." "Yep, sure do. We're still best friends. She got married a few years back. Kevin's a lovely guy. Dotes on her something fierce, lucky cow. She's 6 months along with their first. They're both glowing with pride and health, it's sickening!" She laughed loudly and Andie chuckled. "Anyway a little girl will be along in a few months time, everything looks good, they can't wait. She drags me along shopping for baby clothes and strollers and... Aarrrrggghhh. It's just sad to see." The smile took the edge off her words. Andie smiled at the wistful expression on Cass' face. "Methinks my lady protests a little too much." "Yeah ok. I'm jealous. If she wasn't my best friend I'd push her under a bus or something just to wipe that silly grin off her face. Nobody deserves to be that happy, it's just not right. Actually I'm thrilled for both of them, they deserve it. Kevin's a mechanic and specialises in re-conditioning older cars. Owns his own shop and has 5 guys working for him. Doing pretty well. Rob does the books and plays secretary. It's a happy little family. All the guys are great and would kill for Kev or Rob. Sigh... I'll just mope for a minute Ok." They both laughed again and chatted for an hour sitting on the floor on a rolled up drop cloth. Re-heated the 2 remaining coffees and sipped as they bounced thoughts and histories back and forth. A little after 7 they called a halt and as Cass checked the rear door and switched off lights, Andie cleaned up the coffee stuff and dumped it in the bag against the counter. They hugged tight for a minute and agreed to hook up for a big dinner in the next few weeks, all five of them. As she locked the front door Andie beeped the car door locks. "Ooohh, an Audi, nice. You are doing Ok aren't you? My old Golf is around back. Mind you after Kevin did a job on it, it looks and drives better than new." They hugged and kissed again and waved as they parted. 'Ok let's get home and see if Shel and Jonathon have killed each other yet.' She smiled softly as the car started. 2. Possibilities "Hey hon." Andie dropped her keys and bag on the corner table and gave Shelley a quick hug and a light kiss. Smiling she looked at the papers Shel was reading through, she raised an eyebrow in question. "That looks official, light reading before supper?" Shelley rolled her eyes and grinned, "Wouldn't say light, but official, yep. It's the business proposal for the lingerie shop. Only a couple of other girls want in now so it's grown to a string of 4 instead of 1. This is the outline of separation and interaction. Who controls what, breakdowns of probable expenses and projected returns. All being well if we all sign on the dotted line things will be running and in the black by mid-year. Necessary reading, but, ...ughh, pretty dry stuff. There's a stir-fry simmering and a bottle of Verdelho open if you want one. I'll go a refill." She stretched and stood, "So how was it meeting your old school friend? >From what you've said in the past, must have been some mixed emotions. Reminiscing is not always pleasant." She pushed her open fingers into the hair at Andies right temple, gently brushed outward and then cupped her cheek as she kissed he lover gently on the left. "You seem happy so I guess it was fine, I'm glad. So tell me everything." She wrapped her arm around Andies waist and led the way to the kitchen. As Andie checked the dinner Shelley poured herself a refill, grabbed a glass and poured another. They stood leaning against the kitchen bench sipped and tasted. "I take it our hero is sleeping. Have you met yet? He's an, um, interesting guy." "Nope not a peep. Well he cried out once about an hour ago but nothing since. A bad dream I guess. I suppose he's seen a few things that might cause those from what you told me. We need to restock on cheese and crackers, but otherwise I wouldn't know he was here." She smirked and poked Andie in the ribs, "An interesting guy huh. Lookin' for a little boy on girl action hon? Try the other side as it were. Only if I get to watch." They both laughed but a slightly pensive mood settled very quickly. Shelley cocked her head to the side and looked closely at Andie. "Seriously hon. If you are attracted to him and want to, ah, see. I, well, I won't say I wouldn't mind 'cause I will, But as I've said before. If you need to find out...Hell, just talk to me and we'll work it through." Andie flashed back on the morning as Jonathon had kissed her. She flushed and saw the slightly sad smile flick across Shelley's face. "Shelley... I don't know. We were joking around this morning and well, he kissed me. It felt great. Different, but great. I can't imagine happily ever after, I love, am in love with you. But..." "Shhshh... hey it's ok. Even if you wanted to, you can't hide your feelings. You liked the guy when you were Andy. Now there's a whole other dimension added. One you have never explored. Maybe to be complete you need to. He's here for the next 4 days so we'll see where it goes. As long as we're honest it will be fine." The gentle words and accompanying hug masked the flicker of fear in Shelley's eyes. "I better finish reading, then you can fill me in on Cass and co." She headed out before Andie caught her expression. "Ok. I'll get the rice on, about twenty minutes." She bustled about and then set the table for 3. A tickle of fear and anticipation flicking through her thoughts. They sat and ate. Chatted about the 'reunion', past events and current histories. The get together dinner plans. Shelley's business plans. Jonathon did not get a mention. They were sitting curled together on the lounge when a cough brought their attention to the man in the lounge entrance. "Evening ladies, sorry to intrude. I suppose I was a tad more tired than I thought." He ran his fingers through his hair and stretched. Extending his hand he walked across the room. "You must be Shelley. Delighted to meet you." Shelley disentangled herself and reached to him, he clasped her fingers and kissed the back of her hand, nodded to Andie, "You've done well here Andie, thank you both for having me in your home." Andie stood, "There's some Thai style chicken and rice if you fancy anything. A glass of wine?" He nodded, "Thank you to both, that would be lovely." As Andie busied herself, Shelley tried to size up their guest. Tall and trim. At a glance you could think 'foppish Englishman'. But his ease of movement and alert eyes showed he was tougher and fitter than that. She thought she might like him as well. 'Did that hurt or help as things stood?' with a silent sigh she rose to sit at the table and chat as he ate. They all sipped their wine and 'politely conversed'. As Andie went to the kitchen to rinse the bowl and get the bottle he smiled at Shelley and nodding to the kitchen, "You may be right about my intentions. But even if I succeed she will still be here with you after I'm gone again. Don't make more of it than it is. She's curious and scared, a little like a 16 year old girl. If it goes anywhere at all I will treat her well. You have my word. I liked Andy and I like Andrea even more. I don't want to be your enemy. Or damage what you have. If you'd rather I leave, I will." She gazed into his eyes and shook her head a fraction, "No. That would solve nothing. It has to be her choice, either way. I hope you're right, you probably are. But..." Further discussion was switched to the business plan as Andie came back into the room. She glanced from one to the other and seemed satisfied they were getting on. Topics ranged from Shelley's recent assignments to Andies current projects and Jonathon's wanderings. Global politics, economics and religion got a mention. Sexuality and the intermingling currents that flitted about the table did not. As they rose to retire Jonathon asked if anyone would mind if he had a quick shower. Shelley responded that the end bathroom was 'his' for the moment, that they shared an en-suite. With a nod of thanks he addressed Andie, "I know you run in the mornings. Do you mind if I join you? I need to stretch a little." "Sure, see you at 6." They both smiled and shook their heads at Shelley's groan of incomprehension. "Mad the pair of you." She rolled her eyes and taking Andies hand, "Come on hon. Five hours is short enough before you go running off with this maniac. Night Jonathon." "Night, Jonathon." "Goodnight ladies, see you tomorrow." Andie began to strip as Shelley cleansed her face, tucking her hair under a cap she walked into the bathroom. Her eyes met Shels in the mirror and the faint edge of pain?, fear?, could be seen. Wrapping her arms around the others waist she kissed the side of her neck gently. "Don't worry hon. You are all I need or want. I like Jonathon, but I don't need to sleep with him." Shelley stood silent as she finished wiping the cream form her face. Turning in the embrace she gently cupped Andies face and kissed her lips tenderly. "Andie, I love you. I don't want to share you. But it has always seemed to me that you need to, at least once, try things from the hetero side as it applies now. That has to be your decision, but don't toss away the possibility just because I might hurt a little. We are stronger than that. A quickie with a mad photojournalist won't destroy it. Let your feelings guide you. Whatever you choose I will be here for you always. Now come on a quick rinse off and then snuggle up time, for a few hours anyway." The roll of the eyes and gentle smack lightened the mood as they stepped into the shower. A few minutes later Shel was pulling on soft drawstring pants and cotton cami as Andie pulled the silk top and loose leg knickers to match. Flicking off the lights they cuddled up and kissed goodnight. Each had thoughts turning around the same subject. The perspective was however somewhat different. The alarm buzzed softly at 5.55. Andie slapped it off and slid out of bed stripping her bedclothes off as she moved to the bathroom. Tied her hair in a loose plait, pulled on the sport bra and brief, light track pants ankle socks and running shoes. Tied the keys in the drawstring. Shelley was watching as she came back in. The look on her face almost made Andie go back to bed. The slight shake of the blonde head as she turned away set her back on track. A quick glass of multi V and a few gentle stretches to loosen the muscles. A soft scuff caused her to turn as Jonathon walked into the kitchen. Close fitting sleeveless grey T and light navy track pants over runners. His lean athletic build was obvious. 'Not bad for a 42 year old she thought.' She waved the bottle as he shook his head. With a gentle half smile, "Shall we my lady, the road awaits." Smiling in return Andie lead the way as they headed out the door. The route was a nice 6k mish-mash of hills, dips, flats, stairs and gentle up and down slopes. As he didn't know it Jonathon kept with Andie and gently pushed her pace. No doubt about it she thought, he was fit. Hardly sweating or breathing heavy after a run that usually pushed gently at her limits. He might be more than ten years older but she had to admit he was definitely fitter. With a nice feminine glow she entered the foyer. Glow hell, she was sweating like a pig. He was lightly damp, centre chest and underarms. 'Insufferable bastard'. They headed for the showers as Shelley chuckled at their appearance and smiled beatifically, sipping coffee, as they dribbled past. Half an hour later they sat and chatted as muffins, juice and coffee was consumed. Andie readied herself for work. Shelley got ready for agent and accountant meetings. Jonathon had editor and agent meetings set up. As they all headed out Andie and Shelley kissed lightly and said their goodbyes. Jonathon stopped and kissing Andie, "See you later cutie." Shelley just watched silently as Andie blushed and Jonathon smirked. They all headed out. Each with vastly different images and possibilities in their head. 3. Potential With her thoughts running in circles Andie's day seemed to take longer than normal. The proposal for Cath was passed along to Gale and she was confident it would do the job. Dave and Linda had done a great job as usual. A little real world tweaking as circumstance dictated and it would work well. Jonathon would have fun she was sure. She smiled picturing his reaction as the theme of beauty and style, amidst urban decay and social degeneracy was laid out. Slavering street toughs befuddled by the vision of classical elegance strutting through their midst. He would laugh delightedly she was sure, as he pointed out the unreal nature of their constructed scenes. The feel of his kiss kept interposing itself into her thoughts as Shelley's words, belied by the pain in her eyes, drifted over and around. 'Did she want him. And if so what would that mean, now and later. Particularly if she followed where he would lead.' Confused and uncertain she volunteered for the sandwich order again, just to get out and clear her head and to stop in on Cass to see how things were progressing. She stood and watched as a sign writer did a lovely design of vines and flowers intertwined around the name of, 'Cassandra, Floral Artistry', leaving a space in the centre to highlight a stand with a large vase sitting to show of the arrangement du jour. At least it would she guessed. 'Must be tricky doing that in reverse on the inside of the window'. She went in and called to Cass, who emerged from a small side room. "Hey Andie. Just getting the cool room fitted out. Then some lighting...and.. hey presto, as soon as I get some stock in tomorrow I'll be up and running." "That's great Cass. It all looks good. That window is fabulous. Nervous?" "Hmmm a little, but more excited. This is mine. Not a shared thing or under someone's wing. All mine. I have a young girl starting on the Saturday and then a few afternoons after school, much as I did way back when. I feel all grown up and adult." She laughed and gave Andie a quick hug. "Now all I have to do is get some customers. I have a few possibles lined up. So.." She shrugged but the smile didn't diminish at all. She looked at Andie and frowned, "Are you ok? You look a little put upon." Andie shrugged, " I'm ok. Just got a few things on my mind. I'm really pleased for you Cass. I'm on the lunch run again so I better go. I'll check in later today and see how it's going. See you then." They hugged and Andie headed off. Cass watched for a moment as she left, 'something was bothering her.' Sighing slightly she turned to an electrician seeking her attention. As she packed the sandwiches and checked the order Berth looked at Andie, "Tough day?" "Hmm, sorry I was miles away?" "I asked if you were having a tough day, you seem a little distracted." "Oh. Yes we have a few things going on and I'm trying to juggle things and keep all the balls in the air. I'm having a little trouble." "Never mind lovey. You'll sort it out I'm sure. You seem like a smart girl, if he's worth it, make up. If not say goodbye and find someone better." She had a smile on her face as she nodded to herself over her sage advice and placed the sandwiches in the basket. Andie laughed slightly, "That transparent am I?" "No hon. It's just that it's usually men that give us girls expressions like you're wearing. Old Beth's been around a while. It'll all work out though, you'll see." Shaking her head but smiling at the same time, Andie paid up and bid Beth good-day. Her thoughts were still no clearer as to what she wanted. 'Ah well give it time. I'll work it out'. Chuckling to herself at echoing Beth she walked back to the office. She played delivery girl and handed out lunch, then headed to her office. Jen talking on the phone gave a sharp sideways nod toward the door. Andie looked closer and could see Jonathon's head beyond the glass. Nodding thanks to Jen she went in. "Hello Jonathon, checking up on us peasants?" "Thought I'd take you to lunch old thing. But I see I'm too late. Ah well. So dinner tomorrow night then?" "Yes that would be nice, thank you. By the way this is the outline we've worked out for next week. Have a quick look and see what you think. It should be right up your street. Don't laugh too much." She handed a folder across and he started flicking through as she ate. Between mouthfuls she watched his expression as he skimmed the storyboard and matched the rough drawings to the outline. She could see a half smile and the gentle amusement in his eyes. After about 5 minutes he dropped it on the edge of her desk and smiled widely, "Looks like fun Andie. Three afternoons. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday next week. You have the location set up I assume?" "We have a place in mind that will work well. It will be confirmed, probably tomorrow. Then once we have the go ahead from Cath that she has a signature, everything will be finalised early next week. We'll be all ready for you don't worry." "Oh I wasn't worried old thing. I have complete faith in you and your team here. It will be just as you say, I'm sure. I look forward to it. Even more to tomorrow night." He stood to leave. "Must go, people to catch up with. I'll see you this evening then Andie." A small salute and he was gone. Andie got up and headed out also, "Jen, just ducking across to see Gale. Be about 10." "Sure thing Boss." Andie knocked lightly on Gales door and as there was no one there headed straight in. She sat and waited for a minute as Gale finished reading the document she had open in front of her. Waving it gently, "This is the proposal outline for Dave Watson, it looks good take it with you and get back to me with any thoughts. What can I do for you Andie?" "Well Gale, you were saying a week or so back that the flowers we have in the foyers always look the same and that it might be time to try a different supplier. A friend of mine has just opened up down the block. I thought we could give her a shot and see how it goes. If you're happy and she wants it... well a win all round." Shrugging slightly she smiled as Gale nodded to herself. "Is that the corner shop just up from the deli?" "Yep that's the one. Her name's Cassie Davis, a smart, tough and sassy little redhead. You'll like her." With a smile Gale nodded to Andie, "Ok. I'll go down and see her. We'll work something out and then if all goes well she has the account. Any friend of yours... Oldham's are getting stale, aren't they? Every one for the last 6 months has looked the same. For 2 displays, twice a week at 80 dollars each they don't seem to try too hard." "Thanks Gale. She'll be all set up by tomorrow afternoon. So any time after that would be good. She's got a good eye. Between the two of you, our entrance ways will be looking much better, I'm sure." They chatted for several minutes about upcoming and current work. Andie thanked her again and headed back to her office. As far as work afternoons went this one was not especially productive. Time dragged and her thoughts wandered constantly. Not normally being a daydreamer made this more frustrating than it might otherwise be. Eventually, an hour after everyone else had left Andie packed it in. Sighing, she hit the lights and locking the door headed home. Shelley was there with papers spread all over the study floor and desk. Andie quietly observed her for a minute as she read through a page. A small furrow on her brow showed her concentration. Leaning over and typing from a standing position, hit the print button and placed the new sheet into the stack, gathered everything together, shuffled and tapping it on the desk dropped it carefully into place and stretched backwards with a sigh. She caught sight of Andie and turned with a smile, "Hey hon, how was your day?" Smiling widely Andie leant into a quick kiss. "Pretty good. How long have you been at that? You look like you've been wrestling something." "Hmm. Close enough. Just my ideas for the final business proposal. It's only taken 5 hours. I intend to be in control of all 4 stores. The other girls can be silent partners. To be honest I can't see any of them getting very involved. The idea of it sounds good to them right now but I'm pretty sure that will fade as the reality of 'managing' sets in. I don't want it to fail due to lack of commitment." She shrugged slightly and smiled at Andie, "This is for the legal types to turn into the appropriate words and semi-meaningless mumbo jumbo so I can pass it on to the others. All being well it should be done by the end of next week. Then, I start giving Elle McPherson a run for her money." They both laughed at that. "Ok, maybe not. But it should work out. Just reading through that lot will give the others headaches. They'll all take the smaller percentage to avoid the paperwork. Minimal work at a distance will suit them better I'm sure." Chuckling Andie shook her head gently, "My girl the business woman. Definite management material. I'm just the crash test dummy. Or is that lingerie Barbie. And here I thought you cared. Now I discover it's just a scheme to take over the lingerie business. First the city then the state, then the worrrllldd." Plucking open her blouse she exposed her bra, mock sobbing, "..these, I thought you cared. But they're just freebies aren't they. Easy to give away when they cost nothing. I'm just a stepping-stone on the way to your dynasty. I mean destiny." They were both laughing as Shelley gently cupped one breast and squeezed softly, in a deep voice, "Ah my dear, 'twas inevitable. You are sweet but you don't fit with my future plans. I need a woman of style and elegance to match my status. Not an unworldly child." Andie dropped to her knees, "Oh Shelley please don't abandon me. I love you, I, sniffle, sniffle, love you!" she hugged Shelley's legs as they both toppled slowly to the floor laughing. "Ahem." They both looked up with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment to see Jonathon standing in the doorway. His gaze took them both in with perhaps a little more attention to Andies open blouse and Shelley's hand still cupping the lace-covered breast. Shelley and Jonathon both laughed as Andie blushed and fumbled to button her blouse. "Don't do that on my account old thing, it doesn't bother me a bit." Both Shelley and Jonathon laughed again as Andies blush deepened. "Insensitive brutes. Both of you", sniffed Andie in mock outrage. Jonathon smirked and waved his hand airily, "I see you two are, um, busy. So I shall attend to the evening meal. I will call you to the table in about 1 hour. With your permission madams." He mimed a cloth over his forearm like an old fashioned butler and bowed deeply, straightened and walked stiffly upright to the kitchen. Andie and Shelley both laughed and kissed each other gently. Taking Shels hand, "Give me a run through on the proposal hon. It seems we have an hour or so till dinner." "Ok, but let's get a drink first. It's pretty dry stuff." She headed to the kitchen and checking red or white with the chef, selected, decanted and poured 3 glasses of French cabernet leaving a second bottle open to breathe. Jonathon hummed away to himself as Shelley returned to the study with 2 and clinking glasses they sat to run through the alternative proposal. One hour and fifteen minutes later Jonathon appeared in the doorway wearing a tailored linen jacket in soft charcoal, a bow tie tied around his neck and a scruffy almost white t-shirt underneath over jeans and soft moccasins. Bowing he announced, "Madame, Madame, your dinner is served." He led them to the table where 3 place settings were laid, set for three courses. He seated the ladies with appropriate courtesy. Then returned to the kitchen carrying 3 bowls with practiced skill, "The first course, a light beef consomm?. Regrettably I was unable to fully prepare so the finest 'can' money can buy." They smiled and tucked in as Jonathon sat and slurped loudly. Chatting easily when all had finished he rose and cleared the plates, returning a few minutes later with 3 plates on which lay, "..slightly braised fillets of grain fed beef", followed by bowls of, "saut?ed potato's and pan fried spinach" and a small tureen of, "a light French onion gravy". All three tucked in energetically, with approving comments from both women to the chef. He nodded graciously as it was of course his due. The final course was a soft peach sorbet, also the finest, packet in this case, money could buy. As a final top it off gesture he cleared the table and brought in fresh coffee and almond biscuits, stretched out as he slumped down in his chair and grinned as he burped quietly. The obvious acting out raised a laugh from all three. Shelley raised her glass and toasted the chef as Andie seconded and reciprocated. "Thank you Shelley, Andie, it was the least I could do for putting up, I mean putting me up, for a few days." His smile and twinkling eyes made it clear the slip was deliberate and meant in a semi serious, self- mocking way. "So Andie are we still on for dinner tomorrow, I hope you don't mind me stealing your girl for the evening Shelley, but I was promised a dinner in return for saving her lovely neck at work." Andie blushed and laughed gently so she missed the small frown that flitted across Shelley's face. Jonathon did not and raised his eyebrows in a silent question, to which Shelley gave a quick small shake of her head. "Sorry hon, this, gentleman, ambushed me at work today and held a gun to my head to get me to agree to tomorrow night. Sorry we got sidetracked earlier, you don't mind do you?" She was smiling as she turned to Shelley, but it slipped a little as she caught a hint of, what, anger, in her face. "No, of course I don't mind. I have plenty to still work out with the proposal and location leases and ...well. Don't worry about it." She tried to smile and appear nonchalant, but from the look on Andies face it wasn't totally convincing. "Seriously hon, it's fine. Just be home by midnight young lady." The mood seemingly lightened they all switched to the lounge room where light music and pleasant conversation filled the time until they all called it a night. 4. Equilibrium That morning Jonathon had asked her to be ready by 7 for a 'slap up dinner and perhaps a little flirty dancing', which she took to mean expensive meal, semi formal and an upper class club after, where he would do his best to lead her astray. That thought, or train of thought, kept intruding itself all day. To make matters worse, like a nervous teenager she kept a running 'plot line' of possible scenario's of would he or wouldn't he and would she or wouldn't she. Then there was what to wear. Damn him. She would get back to work and everything would be fine for a while, then her thoughts would wander and it would start all over again. After a few hours Jen came in and sitting, "Ok Andie, what's up. You've been like a, ...hell I don't know, but you're driving me nuts. So what gives huh?" Blushing slightly she blew out gently and outlined the 'problem'. Jen listened and tried to keep a straight face as her boss and friend laid out the dilemma she faced. To her credit she managed not to laugh, much. "Dear oh dear, boss. Dinner with Jonathon. Wining and dining and dancing and romancing. Half the girls here would perform voodoo rituals to get an evening with him. But you.." The laugh broke for a second as a muffled giggle. "Um, sorry but you should just go and enjoy. He is a bit of a dish. I know you lack a little in the, ah, dating experience stakes, but he won't push too far. At least at first." She almost smothered another laugh. "Oh fine. Just laugh then. Go on let it out." Jen just held her breath and shook her head from side to side with a pained expression. Sighing Andie looked heavenwards and muttered, "Why me?" After a few minutes Jen got herself under control, "Sorry Andie it's just a little funny seeing a grown woman acting like a nervous kid. Though I can see the funny side I know it must be a little tough for you having never done this sort of thing from the girl side. In a way you are a kid at this. But you can handle it I'm sure. Just go with your feelings and trust yourself and Jonathon. He is not a slimy playboy although he does play it up just a bit. He likes you so I doubt he'll pull anything too underhand, but he probably will push a little." She grinned wickedly, "It's all part of the fun after all. So what's the problem beyond that... ...Shelley?" "Yes I suppose. She says it's fine, go out and then if I want to...well you know. She will be ok. But I don't think she is ok with the idea. And I'm nervous as hell about things. If it feels right to, as you say go with the feeling, it's like all decisions. There's an up and a down. Or a left and a right and I'm standing in the middle looking first one way then the other and trying to balance myself." She shrugged and looked a little lost. "I don't know what to tell you. I guess you have to believe that Shel can handle it if you spend a night with Jonathon. If you feel you want or need to do that I suppose it puts a bit of pressure on things. I've known her a while, she's pretty tough. But that is a hard one to deal with. She has thanked me several times for getting you two together. I didn't really do anything but she thinks I did. Quote, 'I owe you one Jen. I really love Andie and it's down to you for getting us together', end quote. So it might hurt her a bit, but if she says she can deal. I guess you have to trust your instincts and her." "Oh gee, thanks so much Jen. That makes it all so much clearer." "Well, not trying to be cold, but it comes down to what's right for you. If you need to try being a woman with a man, then that's what you need to do. If you and Shel are meant to be, you two will survive. If not. Well..." she shrugged and looked straight at Andie, "..a bit selfish maybe. But you have to be true to you first. Then look to those you love. If they do, they will accept. Here endeth the lesson." She smiled and took Andies hand, "Trust yourself you'll be fine." With a gentle squeeze she turned and went back to work. Andie sat and stared into space for a minute, sighed deeply, "Shit." Mentally shaking herself, she tried to concentrate on work. Boiling kettles or watched clocks, neither one does like it aught to. Rampant distracting thoughts. At 4.30 Andie gave up in disgust and checking a few details left for the day. Not that that helped much. The damn things just followed. As the door swung shut behind her Shelley appeared from the study, "Hey hon, you're home early." Then with a sharp squint, "Are you okay, you look, flustered I suppose?" With an exasperated sigh and a toss of bag to chair, "Oh I don't know. This whole thing with Jonathon has me all on edge. Dinner when he first asked seemed natural and nice. Now, it seems as though everyone has a different expectation as to who I am and how I should behave." She looked hard at Shelley, "We are in a relationship, yes? ...yet you seem to almost want me to go with Jonathon to, I don't know, complete my education as a woman or something. Sleep with him so I'll know how sweet and nice it is with a woman as opposed to a rough crude man." Andie paced back and forth as Shelley watched, torn between worry and amusement. "Andie hon. I love you and want you here with me. But I think you need to explore your feelings for Jonathon or men in general. I've been there and done that, before we met. But you have only Kate and me to compare. One as a man, the other as a woman. It is not the same." She sighed and grabbed Andie in a gentle hug as her pacing brought her close. "Look hon, I am not thrilled to think about you and him...but I can see the conflict in you. It needs to be brought out and looked at. Then, if us is what you want; really want, you and I can go forward. Once you can truly make that choice knowing the alternative." The close hug and soft words masked the frown and glimmer of fear in Shelley's eyes. "Go on. Go and get ready. Have a nice meal and a dance or two and come home and talk to me. Whatever time I'll be awake." That got a wry grin, "Ok mum. I'll be a good girl for my date. You don't have to wait up." She just managed to dance away as the swat to her rear flashed past with a swish and a chuckle. Had she looked back the look on Shels face would have stopped her cold. Pain and fear plainly evident. A long hot shower to ease the tension and then decision time as she gazed into her closet. She half heard the greeting in the other room as Jonathon got 'home' and after a few pleasantries went to change. After choosing her dress and add-ons she sat to 'get ready'. Twenty minutes later she emerged, silk navy blue halter dress with smoky hose and navy stiletto sandals, matching clutch and pashmina draped over her arm. Jonathon stood and clapped twice softly. Shelley looked her up and down, "Nice hon. You'd better go soon or I'll drag you back to the bedroom and make you forget dinner." Andie blushed as Shel and Jonathon laughed. "Ah Andie, you look lovely. But I have no objection to Shelley's suggestion as long as I get to watch." The rapid up and down eyebrows caused a laugh as the words increased her blush. Shelley smiled ruefully as she laughed as well. Taking a deep breath Andie tossed the keys to the Audi to Jonathon, "Ok stud. Lets do this right. Outside, wait a minute, then knock. You can act all dazzled and grateful when I open the door. Then I'm all yours for the evening." As the double meaning sank in she blushed again, as Jonathon laughed heading out the door and Shelley groaned and went into the kitchen. The knock on the door caused a flutter of nervousness. She greeted her date and Shelley waved them out with a, "Have a nice time. I'll go down the road to eat. See you two later." Jonathon was the perfect gentleman, opened and closed doors, handed her in and out of the car. Took her arm and pulled her chair before the waiter could. Shelley walked down the two blocks to the shopping strip and strolled aimlessly, trying to think about something other than Andie and Jonathon kissing and dancing. As she passed the open front bistro bar a voice called, "Shelley. It's been a while. Come and have a drink." She looked to see a slightly plump but very attractive woman in a sharp black suit sitting at a roped off street edge table, sipping red wine. The slightly crooked smile was matched by the glint in her eyes. "Hello Rachel. I'm ah...hell, it has been a while, sure." Sensing her trepidation, Jonathon did his best to help Andie relax and hopefully enjoy the night. Conversation was easy and after a while as she relaxed, very pleasant. The meal was excellent and the company equally so. Two hours later at a little after 9 they headed up the lift to the nightclub on the roof garden. Jonathon got them a drink as Andie staked a corner booth. "Here you go Andie, Grand Marni' rocks with a splash, mineral for me, designated driver", he smiled softly, "Now. About that promised long version, hmm old thing." He sat back and sipped as he politely waited for Andie to gather her thoughts. Two more drinks and an hour and a half later he knew more than almost anyone about the young woman sitting opposite. Smiling he stood, took her right hand and gently pulling, led her to the dance floor, "We're wasting a perfectly good band, a few slow ones to ease into things eh." "Um, I've never done this before.." "Don't worry. It's dead easy. Just relax and let me lead. Enjoy." After the first couple, she did relax and enjoy. Another few slow ones then a couple of quicker things. Another drink, more dancing intermingled with shared thoughts and feelings. At a little after midnight they headed for home. Andie was just pleasantly mellow and Jonathon's arm around her waist felt comfortable and natural as they walked to the car. To any casual observer, just another couple after a nice evening out. As he piloted them home Jonathon broached the subject that had been on his mind since Monday morning, "Andie, I have a cottage at a resort spa booked for Saturday through Tuesday night. It's only an hour from here. Come with me Saturday, I'll drop you back Monday morning for work. I really want to know you better, as more than a friend if you're willing." She took a deep breath and blew it out very slowly, "Ohhh Boyyy. I, um, I'm tempted, but there's Shel to consider and I really don't know what I want to be with you... Let me sleep on that one, Ok. I'll let you know tomorrow night." "Sure, I understand. The offers there and it makes no difference if it's one or two. But I would really like to share a weekend with you, see where it leads." It was a thoughtful silence the rest of the way home. As they waited for the car park lift, "Andie?" She pulled her thoughts back and turned, "Hmmm, sorry..." Straight into a deep embrace and a long and not quite tender kiss that lasted seemingly hours but was more like minutes. Flushed and panting very softly Andie turned and punched the lift button repeatedly as she tried to regain her balance. Jonathon's eyes glittered as a slight smirk settled on his face. Gently cupping her shoulders he leant forward and kissed the little bony knob at the base of her neck, "Thank you for a lovely evening Andie. I hope we can do more next time." He pressed softly against her back as the doors opened and she could feel his willingness to continue in a way that caused a small shiver to run up her spine and raise the hairs on her arms as though chilled. Gratefully? she stepped into the lift and pressed the button. The smirk was firmly in place and desire was clearly etched as he handed her the car keys and kissed her lips softly. "Say yes. I think we both want to." The doors slid open and she stepped across the hall and opened the door, Shelley turned in the lounge to greet them. A soft kiss to the cheek, "Thank you for a nice night Jonathon, I'll let you know tomorrow." She missed the pained look that flashed across Shelley's face that was gone as she turned and bent to kiss her hello. "I need to clean my face and get to bed, coming hon. Thanks again Jonathon." She gave a rundown of the evening and her feelings as she wiped her face and got ready for bed. She could not read her lovers expression as they flicked out the lights and curled together, but she sensed a distance as Shel gave her a peck on the cheek with a soft, 'night hon' and pressed against her back. They ran together with neither mentioning the night before, then went their separate ways for the day. One of the most frustrating and long days Andie had ever had. Shelley listened to her thoughts and replied as she had before, "...it's your decision hon. I think you need this. I'll be here." Finally she agreed to the idea and greeted Jonathon as he came in the door with a soft, "yes". He stopped for a moment and looked from Andie to Shelley and back, stepped and pulled her close, "Thank you." And kissed her deeply. He looked at Shelley over Andies shoulder and nodded to her as she mouthed. 'treat her right'. With tears beginning in her eyes she went into the kitchen as Andie and Jonathon stood looking at each other and wondered what tomorrow would bring. Andie came up behind Shelley as she stood staring out the kitchen window sipping a wine. Pulling her into a gentle hug, "Are you sure you're ok with this hon. I know what you said but I don't want to hurt you. Assuaging my adolescent curiosity is not worth damaging what we have." She could feel the tension in the taller woman and tried to ease it by contact. With a deep sigh, "Oh Andie love, you need to do this. I'll be fine. Just come back Monday." She turned and with a quick peck on the forehead, " Let's get dinner." The evening was slightly strained and they all retired early. Shelley slowly and gently plied her lover and refused any attention herself as though trying to fix a memory in both their minds. Saturday Andie nervously packed and repacked her overnight bag as Shelley half amused looked on. Finally at 4 PM Andie hugged and kissed her as though for the last time and headed downstairs where Jonathon held the taxi. As she headed through the door Shelley called, "Let me know...". She stopped and turned with a quizzical expression. Shel blew her a kiss and closed the door. The driver dropped her bag in the boot next to Jonathon's and headed across town to the car rental place. Shelley wandered aimlessly about the apartment for a while, opened a bottle of their favourite red and decided to get drunk. Two hours later, the bottle finished, she paced not quite steadily and then reached for her bag on the corner of the bench. She pulled out a red card and read the back. Tapped it against her teeth a couple of times, flicked it down on the bench top. Heading into the bedroom she changed quickly and grabbing her bag headed out the door. The stray thought flitted through, '..wonder what I can get for this place if I sell..'. The car was not ready, had just been taken away to be cleaned. They had not been able to contact Jonathon, 'Two hours, we are sorry for the inconvenience. Please we will pay for a meal opposite while you wait." Shrugging they left their bags and headed across the street to the caf? and settled for a late brunch or early dinner. A light meal 2 coffees and 2 hours later the manager came in and settled the account, letting them know the car was ready whenever they were. For 2 hours Andies stomach had been fluttering up and down. She had only just managed to eat and felt the coffee churning around as tension built. They stood beside their bags as Jonathon took the papers and keys. "Nervous Andie?" He pulled her into a gentle embrace and kissed her softly on the lips. 5. Culmination "Jonathon, I can't do this, sorry. Part of me wants very much to go with you and find out a few things that only doing can teach. But there's a still growing relationship here that will probably be hurt if I do. Shelley's tough. But where love is concerned she doesn't believe in herself. So please, go and relax and come back next week to work. I'll meet you then, ok?" "Ah Andie, you disappoint an old man. But I understand the position your in. Shelley and I have an understanding of sorts on this. But I concede that she is not particularly thrilled at the prospect of you and I getting together. I think she's afraid of losing you." He shrugged slightly and took Andies right hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the knuckles, " Perhaps another time, eh old thing. I'll see you next week." He smiled, turned and walked to the rental car, climbed in and with a small salute drove away. Andie watched until he turned the corner and disappeared. Sighing deeply she picked up her bag and hailed a taxi. As soon as the door opened she knew no one was home. A corner lamp gave a warm glow and was the only sign of life. The empty bottle and single glass sitting on the coffee table caused a pang of sorrow and guilt. After unpacking her bag she headed for the kitchen, coffee sounded good. But a red card on the bench caught her eye. Curly writing on the back, 'Honeys 7 C U Rachel'. Andies heart jumped, Honeys was a gay bar. Specifically a lesbian bar, Shelley had told her more than once of her days trolling through such places and how impersonal and cold it could be. Sex was easy, but seldom fulfilling, usually empty and meaningless. If she had gone there she was hurting much more than she'd let on. Grabbing her wallet and keys Andie headed out again. It was a 10 minute drive, she lucked a park only a block down. Locked the car and walked up, took a deep breath and went in. It was a dim, long room. A dance floor at one end with a few couples dancing slowly, a centre circle bar, tables spread throughout and deep curved booths lining the walls. She looped around the room slowly glan