Need another drink
“Tomorrow, then. Come to my place after work for dinner.
Bring your toothbrush, if you want,” Carolyn added coyly.
“All right,” Connie agreed, her breath beginning to shorten
for some reason. The pact the two women were making was
surprisingly exciting for her, as she could see it was for
Carolyn.
“I feel like a schoolgirl,” she laughed, trying to break the
tension building in her.
Carolyn grinned.
“I need another drink,” she said. “You do strange things to
me.”
Now it was Connie’s turn to laugh.