It had been a long night at Alices, Tina was so emotionally draining that Dana and Shayne couldnt help but feel tired.

God you guys look exhausted, Alice commented, playfully shoving Dana in the arm. Yeah well, its been a long night, Dana replied lifelessly. Tina rolled over on the couch, her only visible movement in almost an hour. Well Tinas fallen asleep; you guys can leave if you want Alices tone proved to both Shayne and Dana that she didnt want to be left alone. No Al, of course well stay, right Dane? Dana wasnt paying any attention. Fairbanks!? Shaynes raised voice caused Dana to jump. Jesus Shayne you sounded like Conrad, the girls began to laugh; Shayne gave Dana an apologetic stare. Okay then, well how about I make us all some dinner? Alice suggested. Dana pulled a disgusted face. Oh come on Dana, Alice laughed. Ill be on the veranda having a smoke, Shayne announced, making her way outside. Dana looked at Alice and smiled, Okay fine, you go make tea, and Ill go join Shayne outside. Alice was perplexed. But, you hate cigarettes? Dana got up and patted Alices back, I also hate your cooking, she joked.

Dana sifted her way through the curtains, finding Shayne sitting on a wooden stool. You lost Dana? Shayne teased, sucking her cigarette enthusiastically. ***** you Shayne, was all Dana could reply, noticing that Shayne had her tight jeans on – she looked very *****. Sit down Fairbanks, Shayne urged. Dana watched as the smoke got tangled in Shaynes messy black hair, she was finding this whole vision strangely arousing. No Ill stand, Dana replied in a goofy voice. Shayne held the cigarette before her, Take a drag Dana. Dana changed the subject, God, can you hear Alices terrible singing, Im glad were not in the kitchen. Shayne sensed her restraint and placed the smoke between her own lips. Whats with you and Al, did something happen between you too? Shayne commented with an innocently unaware look of her face. No! Dana replied defensively, I mean, no, Im not attracted to her If thats what you mean Shayne laughed, I hope not

Okay girls so French or Italian dressing? Alice interrupted a vital moment. Does it matter Al? Dana turned around to face a surprised Alice. Im sorry, Italian, Italian would be great. Alice smiled, dismissing Danas odd reaction. Italian it is! As soon as Alice returned to the kitchen Dana turned back to face Shayne, who was smiling very mischievously. Why did you say you hope not? Dana questioned. Shayne put out her cigarette. You two together, theres no sexual tension you know – it wouldnt be hot. Dana laughed, feeling like she was being attacked. Well, I guess you mean the prospect of me paired with anyone else would be off putting right!? Dana removed her jacket and flung it towards the wall. Dana, Shayne got up and approached her agitated friend, I wasnt saying you werent hot. Dana pulled at her jeans. No youre right, I dont have that androgynous ***** addict appeal down. Shayne backed away, her eyes piercing into Danas. And what the ***** does that mean? Dana smiled to herself. I touched a nerve; yes I hit a nerve with Shayne! Dana was very amused, causing Shayne to erupt. ***** you Fairbanks, Im not some *****! Shayne attempted to push past Dana, when suddenly her waist was grabbed from behind. Dana held Shayne still, speaking into her ear from behind. I didnt mean that okay, calm down. Shayne could feel Danas breath on the back of her neck and had to break away, the contact was stirring un tapped territory.

Come and get it girls! Alice called. Shayne pointed to a resting Tina, reminding Alice to lower her voice. Oops, sorry! The dinner was awkward; Dana and Shayne were sitting opposite each other but not speaking. Does it taste good? Alice broke the obvious silence. Both women just nodded, eyes glued to their food. It wasnt long before Alice started on about one of her magazine editorials, when suddenly a sharp itch hit Danas foot causing her to kick. Owch! Shayne mouthed in Danas direction. Sorry, Dana replied, having hit Shayne in the leg. Shayne playfully kicked Dana back, unbeknownst to Alice – who was still talking about work. Dana caught a ***** grin from Shayne and thought shed play a joke by rubbing her foot against Shaynes inner thigh. Anything to distract us from Alices boring work tales Dana thought.

Suddenly, Shayne felt Danas foot on her knee, rubbing insistently towards her more sensitive area. Dana, She whispered, almost jumping out of her seat. What are you guys doing? Alice questioned. Oh nothing Al, ju – just enjoying, themeal, Shayne replied, Dana was becoming more playful and rubbing more sensually. Shayne stared into Danas eyes, she looked possessed, aroused. Then Shayne turned the tables and moved her leg against Danas. Desert? Alice asked, Dana and Shayne didnt breaking eye contact and merely replied with, Yeah, and Yuh, cool. Alice smiled, You guys. When Alice left the table Dana pretended to drop her fork. Under the table she spotted Shaynes fly and slowly unzipped her jeans, causing Shaynes legs to tremble. ‘God what has come over her?’ Shayne thought to herself, closing her eyes and letting the sensation take over. Just as Dana was about to go further Alice had returned. Wheres Dana? Shayne panicked, pointing below as Dana arose. My fork, Dana assured her, Shayne giving an approving glance in Danas direction. Ok, then… so where is your fork Dana? Dana looked at her empty hand. *****! She thought. Ill get it! Weird Alice thought as she returned to the kitchen. When Dana returned to her seat Shayne began to laugh. Feel like desert Dana? Dana blushed and covered her eyes. I was just playing Dana could feel Shaynes leg again, After we eat this ***** Alice is fixing, maybe we can go have our own desert? Dana rested her hand on Shaynes thigh. Well, I am kind of peckish