"Yeah, I can do that. How will I recognize you?"Elena heard the smile through the phone line."Just look for the little blond girl who looks like she shouldn't be there. That'll be me. See you tonight. Bye."Elena didn't know what to think about that description. She immediately thought about the drive and how long she would be gone. She almost called back to cancel. She wanted to be at home just in case Damien came back. However, she knew that if she stayed home tonight in that empty quiet house with his smells and the memories, she'd go nuts. No, I have to go. She stood up and went to mark's office door."Thanks, mark, I appreciate your help with this. By the way, who is she? That was a slightly strange phone conversation."Elena watched as mark hesitated to tell her, and then grinned."She's my 'baby' sister. But don't let the voice or her looks fool you. She's a genius, and I don't mean in a casual way either. She's the smartest person I know. That's all I'm going to say. You'll

"Yeah, well. Life sucks, doesn't it. All Mark told me was that you were a walking coma case waiting to happen and that you had mentioned a lover leaving you. If you want to talk about it, I am an excellent listener. I judge no one and I can only offer a shoulder to cry on if you need it.""Mark likes you and he told me that you were a nice person who didn't need another pile of crap in your life right now. So, here I am. I'm willing to call you a friend on my brother's word. He doesn't do that for just anybody, so you must be okay."Marie was looking at Elena with seriousness in her eyes that seemed out of place on that elfin face. Elenw thought about what she said and looked into her drink for a few seconds then looked back at Marie."Yeah, I could stand to have a good friend right now. I'm not sure if I'm ready to spill my guts about everything but I'm willing to talk to you and get to know you better."Elena was almost back to her previous dead state again by the time she finished

Elena had opened her eyes and panicked. Where the hell was she? She didn't recognize anything. She was still dressed, so that's a good thing, she thought. She smelled coffee. She didn't hear anything but a few small noises coming from what she guessed was the kitchen.She looked around again; the house was definitely decorated by a woman. No man would have that kind of artwork on his wall. There were little knick-knacks on shelves and scented candles on the bookcases. Yeah, there's definitely a woman who lives here. Thinking this hard in the morning made her head hurt even worse. She moaned when a particularly bad spasm made her feel like her head was going to split open and her brain was going to fall out."Good Morning sunshine! How's the braincase this morning? Not too sore I hope?"Elena looked over to see Lena in a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt holding a steaming cup of coffee. Marie offered it to Elena and she took it carefully, trying not to let her shaking hands ma

Elena didn't know how to feel about this. It was obvious that at some point in the night or early morning, Marie had played with herself. That she hadn't washed it off yet was slightly disconcerting. She thought about Marie's behavior towards her last night and then this morning, coupled with the scent of herself pleasure on her fingers, and found herself a little confused.She knew that she liked the taste of herself on her fingers, but she had never smelled another woman before. It was the same, yet different. She sniffed again, and thought to herself, it's sort of nice. Then she really surprised herself; she had the sudden urge to put Marie's fingers in her mouth to taste them. This made her blush.marie was feeling warm and content with herself. She was finally doing what she had wanted to do from then second she saw Elena at the bar last night, hold her in her arms. To have that beautiful face against her chest, to have Elena's long arms wrapped around her. She hummed in contentm

Elena reached up to touch that spot and could feel the ghostly traces of those lips; there was just the slightest hint of slickness there, where marie had left a tiny trace of her lip gloss behind. That was the only way Elena knew that it hadn't been a dream. That marie had been looking into her face while elena was dreaming with her eyes open, and had kissed her, caressed her with that flowing blond hair.Elena thought about that for a minute, and realized she didn't mind. She rather liked it, in fact. She wasn't sure she wanted anything more from marie right now, but that was nice. Elena smiled and then did notice she was turning into a bleached prune. She shut off the whirlpool jets and flipped the drain lever. She turned the water on again and adjusted the temperature and rinsed off the excess bath oil.She turned on the showerhead attachment and washed her hair. When she was done she got out of the tub and rinsed it out. She grabbed one of the giant fluffy bath towels off the rac