Change of Season

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Change of seasons, Part 3

1

" 83 Charing Cross Way, " Joyce tells the cabbie as she enters the cab.

Joyce watches the scenery go by as the cab makes it's way to Faith's address. But her mind is a million miles away.

She's feeling guilty.

She should be in New York. That's the agenda. She planned on being there already.

Instead, she called her Aunt, and told her that she was going to be delayed in Boston. There was an art auction at the end of the week she didn't want to miss. And then she'd be going to New York after. Could she keep Buffy and Dawn an extra week?

She lied. She hates lying. Yet, she lied as glibly as Hank all those times when he told her he was working late. Or had a business conference out of town.

Ok, so I'm not perfect. I want to spend some more time with Faith. We're having fun. Geeze, I've been wife and mom and business woman for the last 20 years. Can't remember when I had a real vacation. Had some real fun. What's the harm?

What about Faith? What is she doing, spending all her time with you? Doesn’t she have friends or family or a life? Why is a girl half your age hanging out with you, Joyce? Unless she's thinking there's more here than there is.

That's stupid. I told her upfront, this is just fun. Nothing more. She knows that.

Right, and feelings are so easily kept in little boxes, all safe and clean and tidy.

I'm not her mom. I'm not responsible for her. She's an adult.

She's almost Buffy's age. What if Buffy came home with someone twice her age? Would you think that?

She's a lot more mature than Buffy. She knows the score.

Bullshit. And you're lying about what you're feeling too. She wants more, and you want more. Be honest, at least with yourself. Ok?

No, that's not true. It's just fun, that's all we're doing here. Having some fun. When I leave for New York, it's done. She knows that. I know that too.

Right. Nice, Joyce. Play with her, then throw her away. Disposable friend. And if you break her heart?

I told her, it's all just casual. I didn't say or imply anything else.

You kissed her.

Just a friendly kiss. It meant nothing. A thank you kiss for a nice time. Nothing more than that.

And if she thought it was more?

Not my fault!

Right. And what happens if you find after you leave, you wanted more? What happens if your heart breaks?

Not going to happen. Can't happen. I have a family and responsibilities. That's all there is to it. This is just now, and when I leave it's over.

So cold, Joyce. So very cold.

Joyce looks out, trying to distract herself from her inner conflict.

She sees a South Boston in transition. While there are still too many examples of the 'reputed' neighborhood, with it's dilapidated storefronts and narrow row houses, Joyce can see that the area has come alive, making changes befitting an alive and vibrant community.

The area they turn into, for instance, shows the touch of a neighborhood that cares. The row houses have seen renovations recently, with fresh paint and repairs to the exteriors. The lawns, though tiny, are neat and well groomed. There's evidence of a renewal project ongoing, with trees and flowers and green areas being added to the cement and brickwork.

The streets are neat, and kept clean of debris. It shows the people living here take pride in their surroundings.

" First time in South Boston, ma'am?"

" Pretty much, yes," Joyce looks around like a tourist, " wasn't sure what to expect."

" Ah, yes, Southie has a bit of a reputation. We're working to change that, " the cabbie says. " My names Farley, by the way, and I live not too far from here."

" Joyce Summers. Nice to meet you Farley." Joyce smiles. "Everything looks so clean."

" AH, well, this is a nice neighborhood with working class folk. Not like some parts, where they all run wild. Nice Irish Catholic folk here. We like to keep it nice." He pulls the cab over a curb fronting what looks for all the world like a village green. " We're here."

" I'm sorry?" She looks out at the square. " I thought this would be a residence." She looks confused.

" Ah, no this is the square for Charing Cross, ma'am. They've closed off the residential streets to automobile traffic. Makes it safer for the kids, don't you know?"

" Oh, I see, " Joyce smiles. " So, where is Charing Cross way, then?"

" Oh, it's not far from here. Just follow the sidewalk around the green. Do you see the Chapel over there, on the left?"

" Yes, I do."

" Once you get there, you'll see a road. That's Hampton Lane. Just follow that down, bearing to the left. Charing Cross is the third street down. You can't miss it."

" Thank you," Joyce says, getting out of the cab. She pays him, giving him a good tip. Farley smiles broadly.

" Thank you, Joyce," he nods, handing her a card." If you be needing a ride later, you give that number a call. I'll make sure you make it back to your hotel ok."

" Thanks again, Farley," Joyce says, and the cab departs.

Joyce makes her way about the green, following the path the Chapel. She notes that the business and houses here look particularly well kept, and while there is nothing ' new' here, everything has a sense of cleanliness and order. This appeals to her. I was a little worried, meeting her down in her neighborhood. I can see I was a little foolish.

She comes to the chapel, and notes a plaque stating the church is 150 years old, one of the first in the area. She smiles, loving the feel of the place, and the atmosphere of being in a bit of history. History in California means if it's over 20 years, it's a classic, and over 40, a relic. She stands a moment, just taking it in. Or dawdling.

She briefly wonders if maybe she hasn't made a mistake. She's still conflicted on where this is going, and thinks it might be better if she just found a phone and called to have Farley pick her back up and go back to the hotel. End this now, before it gets too bad. Too serious.

She turns, looking around, debating with herself.

I can't just not show up. That's rude and cowardly. I'll do this, and end it at the end of the date. Tell her it's been fun, but I've got to get to New York, and back home.

Uh-huh.

I will.

There's silence from the ' other side'.

What?

You're not going to end it. You're going to go on, and someone's going to get hurt. Probably Faith, possibly you, maybe the both of you. And you know that, and I'm tired of trying to get you to do the right thing, because you'll say anything and do what you want, anyway. You should leave now, cut it quick, and cleanly, and let her go. But you're not going to. And it's going to be a big fat mess. Nice work, Joyce!

Be quiet! I don't want to hear it anymore.

You're not going to.

" Hey, can I help you, ma'am?" An older gentleman, out for a walk, stops by Joyce.

" I'm sorry?" Joyce says, coming out of her reverie. " Oh, no. I'm just looking for Charing Cross way. The cabbie said it was around here somewhere."

" You're very close. It's just down this street here, " the man points down the street. " Just walk down three blocks. That's Charing Cross Way. What address, if I can ask?"

" 83 Charing Cross way."

" Ah, ok, when you get to Charing Cross, make a right then. It'll be on your right hand side. You can't miss it."

" Thank you," Joyce says, as the man touches his hat and continues on his way.

A few minutes later, Joyce reaches Charing Cross way, and as the man directed, turns right and continues down the street. She reaches 83, and turning, goes up the stoop.

Joyce reaches Faith's door, and knocks. She waits for awhile, and then knocks again. Her brow furrows. She looks at her watch, and confirms the time. She knocks a third time.

" Faith? Are you in there? It's Joyce." She knocks again

Did she forget about our date?

Joyce can't believe how much it hurts, all of a sudden.

Not so much fun when it's you, huh, Joyce?

Shut up!

Frowning, she starts down the stoop, and hitting the street, starts back towards Hampton Lane.

I hope she's all right. So strange, she seemed so up for the date.

A voice, pleasant with an Irish lilt, interrupts her thoughts and stops her progress.

"Hello there!" A pleasant looking woman, a little older than Joyce comes running down the stoop of the Row house next to Faith's. " Are you Joyce, by chance?"

" Yes, that's me, " Joyce agrees.

" Ah, yes, you're just as Faith described you. Hi, I'm Patty Malloy, Faith's neighbor. She said you'd be coming by."

Joyce meets Patty on the street. She offers Patty her hand.

" Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Malloy, " Joyce says, noticing the ring on Patty's left hand.

" Ah, no. That's Miss Malloy, actually. Used to be Mrs. O'Hearne, before my Sean died. Had the cancer, you know."

" Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible," Joyce sympathizes.

" Ah, well," Patty sighs, " Loved the big galoot dearly, but he had a head made of rock. Smoked too many cigarettes, he did. I tried to get him to quit, but he always said smoking was he one thing he could do well, without the police getting after him," Patty laughs. " He was a character, was Sean O'Hearne." She smiles nostalgically. " but he was a good provider. We've been living off the pension his company had for him. I do some cleaning and sewing as side work, to bring in some extra money." Patty shakes her head, and laughs. " Will you listen to me go on! Sean always said I was the gabby one. I guess he was right!"

" Oh, that's just fine," Joyce laughs along with her.

Patty is just one of those people. She makes you feel like you've known her all her life, even if you've just met her.

" I take it you're a friend of Faith's?" Joyce asks, continuing.

" Oh yes. She asked me to look out for you. She's down at the community center again. That girl spends a lot of free time down there, doing this and that. I think she's taking some classes, too. Trying to improve herself, she says. I say, if you look like that girl, how much improving do you need?" Patty chuckles. " She's an ambitious one. Wants to go to college. Can you imagine?"

" She never mentioned that to me, " Joyce says, a little surprised. Well, there's a lot more to Faith than good times, I see.

" Oh yes. She was a little wild when she was younger, but these days, all the kids are that way. I swear, sometimes, I just don't know what my own will turn out like," Patty shakes her head. " They seem so aimless. Like they expect the world to be handed to them on a sliver platter when they're done with school. Kids," She shrugs.

" I know what you mean. I have two daughters myself. I sometimes wonder about them."

" See, that's why you just got to love Faith. She's really trying to put her ' wild days' behind her, and make something of herself. She's something, that one. She's gonna do it to , you mark my words." Patty laughs again. " There I go, bending your ear right off. Anyway, I'm to tell you that Faith's at the community center, and she was wondering if you could meet her there?"

"Sure, thanks," Joyce looks around, confused. " Where is the community center, anyway?"

" Oh yeah, you don't know. Where's my mind?" Patty slaps her forehead with her palm. " It's really close. Look, did you come in through the green?"

" Yes."

" Ok, then, you must've seen the Catholic Chapel? Right?"

" Yes, it's very pretty."

" Oh yeah, old too. Been around for a long time. Me and Sean and the kids used to go all the time, " Patty says, nodding. " Ah, but after Sean passed away, I sort of lost interest. And now, with all the stuff going on with the church! It's terrible, terrible. Who would've thought priests could do such an awful thing."

" Yes, it's terrible. Those poor children, " Joyce nods.

They're quiet for a few moments.

" Ummm… so you were telling me how to get to the community center?"

" What? Oh my, I get so silly sometimes. Yes, of course. Right across the square from the Chapel is the community center. Large brick building. Can't miss it."

" It must be getting late. Do you think it's still open?"

" Hmmm. Oh, let me see, " Patty consults her watch. " It's 7:30 now. Sure, the center stays open til nine. You've got plenty of time," She smiles.

" Well, thank you again, Miss Malloy…"

" Oh, please, call me Patty. I feel so old when people get all formal on me."

" Well, Patty, it's been a pleasure to meet you," Joyce says.

" You too, Joyce. Don't be a stranger now. Drop by anytime, maybe for coffee and a talk," Patty smiles, going up her stoop.

Joyce waves, and starts down the block.

As Joyce turns the corner on Hampton Lane, she grins a little bit.

See? She's making something of herself. She's not looking to me for anything but a good time.

Sure, Joyce, just keep telling yourself that. Nice way to ease your conscience.

You’re a real nag, you know that?

Joyce hurries down the street.

2

Faith looks at the easel before her, frowning. She looks at the subject she's painting, then back at her painting on the easel.

Something's not right, but I can't figure what I'm doing wrong. She stares at the model, then back down at the painting. Mixing a color, daubing it on the easel, she moves back, still not satisfied.

Damn, something's off, but I can't quite tell what. She shrugs.

" How's it looking?" the model, a young girl about Faith's age, with long flowing black curls and wide blue eyes. " So, did you make me look hot?"

" Braden, you know you look 'hot', that's never been something you ever doubted."

" Yeah, but do I look hot in your picture? I want Jimmy to be droolin' over me, you know," Braden grins. " When he sees that, I want him aching for the real thing, you know?"

To demonstrate, she cups her breasts and lifts them. She sticks out her tongue, playfully.

" So what you think? Sexy?"

Faith looks at her and laughs. She looks at the nude study on the canvas, and smirks.

" Don't worry, Jimmy'll be wetting himself when I'm done here. Still a few things I need to fix, but it's comin' along just great."

" I wanna see!" Braden gets up from the couch where she's been reclining, and walks toward Faith.

" Get back there, Braden, or we're never going to get this done." Faith waves her back towards the lounger.

" Hey, I'm paying for this, Faith. I've got a right to see it, " Braden pouts. She stands there, naked, hands on hips.

And of course, she knows she's just cute as hell like that, Faith smirks, shaking her head.

" Don't you know? All the great artists don't show their work until it's completed."

" Well, excuse ME, Pabla Picasso!" Braden shakes her head.

" Well, be glad I'm not a cubist like Picasso. Or I'd probably have one of your boobs coming out your ear, and the other attached to your elbow."

" Huh? You didn’t!" Braden comes the rest of the way, and looks at the canvas. " Don't scare me like that!" She studies the painting of herself, and smiles. " Wow. You made me gorgeous. Screw Jimmy, maybe I'll just hang this on my wall for myself." She laughs.

" Ok, sneaky. You got your peek, now go back and get in your pose so I can work."

" C'mon, Faith, don't you think I'm pretty?" Braden pouts her lips, " You must; you made me pretty." She admires the canvas.

" Oh, you're just gorgeous, except for that swelled head of yours, " Faith growls," Now go back and let's get back to work."

" Oh, you're just being such a poop!" Braden walks back, and reclines on the lounge. " I thought all the great artists slept with their models." She giggles.

" Don't you got a date with Jimmy tonight?" Faith dismisses her flirting. She adds some strokes to the painting.

" Oh god, what time is it? I was supposed to meet him at 9:00 tonight!" Braden looks panicked.

" Relax. If it were nine, they'd boot us outta here. Now just lay back and let me do a little more…"

" Faith, are you in here?" A voice calls out from the doorway. A very familiar voice.

" J-Joyce?" Faith calls out. Oh, man! I forgot. She's supposed to meet me here! Crap! " Hey, Braden. Sessions over. Get up and get dressed."

" We're not done yet!" Braden protests, as Faith comes over carrying her robe.

" Faith, the girl downstairs said I could find you …."

Joyce walks in and seeing the nude girl on the couch, and Faith looking a little guilty, quickly turns around.

" Oh…my… sorry… I didn't mean to …" She blushes, and starts for the door.

" Joyce, wait!" Faith runs towards her.

" Faith? What's going on? Who's that woman? Where are you going?" Braden calls out after her. She starts to put on her robe.

" Joyce! Wait!" Faith catches her, and grabs her by the arm.

" No, that's … I… sorry, I didn't know … so embarrassed… look, sorry, I thought we had a date… guess I was mixed up… sorry…"

" Huh? Of course we got a date. What're you… oh my god! No, Joyce, no, it's nothing like…" Faith blocks her way. " Joyce, honest, nothing like that… look, come with me." She starts leading Joyce back into the studio.

" NO! I mean, no, that's ok, Faith. I… well, I'll call you or something, ok?" Joyce pulls away from Faith, trying to escape.

" Joyce, c'mon…." She keeps pulling her along, bringing her to the easel.

" Faith McKerrigan! Who is that woman?" Braden, in a robe now, stands halfway between the easel and the lounger. Her hands are back on her hips.

" Braden, please. She's a friend. " Faith makes the introductions. " Joyce, this is Braden. Braden, Joyce."

" Look, Faith, your … affairs are your business, " Joyce whispers to Faith. " I understand. We can get together tomorrow."

" Joyce, you really, really have it all wrong, " Faith points at the easel. " Look."

Joyce looks at the easel, and sees the painting in progress. She looks at Braden, and unconsciously sighs in relief. Then she looks at Faith, somewhat surprised.

" Now, Faith, don’t be coy with the lady, " Braden teases her. " You know all great artists sleep with their models."

Joyce picks up Braden's tone, and realizes she's teasing Faith. She plays along.

" Faith, are you having an affair with this young girl?" Joyce tries to put on a hurt voice, and keep from laughing.

Faith look like a deer caught in the headlights.

" Huh, what? No, for god's sake no! Braden… well, Braden is straight. She has a boyfriend, " Faith turns to Braden, and growls, " A boyfriend she's been complaining all night about meeting. Shouldn't you go do that, now?"

" Aw, Faithy- waithy, don't be that way," Braden winks at Joyce, " I mean, Jimmy's cute, but you know my heart is yours, baby."

" Faith, I'm shocked. How can you be so… cold," Joyce winks back at Braden." I mean it's obvious this girl is enamored with you, and you treat her like… well, like a model!" It's getting harder and harder to keep a straight face. Oh, my goodness, look at her. She's so panicked!" I guess I know when I've lost." Joyce's voice takes on a tragic quality.

Faith, thrown by Joyce's appearing here, isn't catching on. She looks more and more upset.

" Faith, baby, don't you love me no more?" Braden coos. " I'll drop Jimmy in a heartbeat, just say the word!" That might not be entirely just teasing on Braden's part.

" Faith, you dog. How can you lead this girl on? Lead me on? … oh, goodness, I can't do it anymore, look at her face," Joyce loses it, busting out laughing.

Braden takes one look at the panic and confusion written all over Faith's face, and joins Joyce in the laughter.

" Faith, you're so easy," Braden laughs, and moves to Joyce. " You must be the Joyce Faith has been talking about all afternoon. God, on and on and on…"

Joyce blushes a little.

" Braden? Keep the pie hole shut, ok?" Faith growls at her. " We're done for tonight."

" 'K, grouchy. Bye, Joyce, it was nice meeting you" Braden chuckles, and turning, walks to collect up her clothing. She grabs it, and walks out, heading to the bathroom to change.

Faith throws Braden a dirty look. If I didn't need the money… grrr.

Joyce, still somewhat surprised at Faith's abilities and that she's been talking about her to her friend … she's talking about me? To her friends? Oh, and don’t you just love it?… wanders over and studies the incomplete painting with a critical eye.

" Faith, you did this?" Joyce asks, drawing her attention away from Braden. Faith walks over, and seeing the way Joyce is studying the painting, feels suddenly a little nervous with a side of shy.

" Uhhh… yeah, " she says softly, at Joyce's elbow. Oh god, she hates it. I suck. She's a gallery owner. She'd know. I suck big time!

" Have you ever had any technical training? In drawing or perspective or proportion?" Joyce inquires, still studying the painting.

" No," Faiths says, a little edgily. " I mean, not all of us have like college education or nothing. Can’t afford to go to like a school…"

Joyce looks up, and looks at Faith, smiling. " I'm not being critical, Faith. This is quite good, even though it's not done. You have a nice eye, a good sense of design and form. Yes, sure, some of your perspective is a little off, and proportions are a little… strange, but it's really very nice," Joyce says, nodding. " I'd sell it, if I had it. Well, if it were complete."

Faith could only think of one thing that could make her happier than what Joyce just said. As it is, she almost feels like purring.

" Really?" Faith asks, " I thought it… I don't know, something's off." Faith does a little fishing.

" Well, artists often see something that's hard to put on the medium," Joyce is well aware what Faith is doing. She hasn't been running a gallery and dealing with artists for nothing. "Don't worry, you'll figure it out."

" Ah, it's really nothing anyway. Just do it to help with the rent and all." Faith says, waving her hand.

" What?"

" Oh, yeah. That place I live in, kinda pricey. I do this stuff for some of the neighborhood girls. It kind of helps buys stuff I can't budget on my salary, you know?"

" You've been doing this for awhile, then?"

" Oh yeah. Shoot, been drawing… heck, I can't remember when I started drawing. Just liked to do it. Helped me figure stuff out, you know what I mean? I mean, I had all this stuff going on when I was growing up." Faith moves away, feeling a little nervous. She's not used to sharing." I was a little… ok, a lot crazy growing up. I had these feelings, and didn't know how to deal with them. I didn’t really get it, and I acted out. I felt better when I was sketching or stuff. I felt I could put all the chaos in my head and heart down on paper, you know? I couldn't like write it out, didn't know the words. But I could draw it. Some of those sketches of mine? Really scary."

" So, when did you figure it out," Joyce asks, softly. " that you… well, were different?"

" You mean, when did I figure out I was a lesbian?" Faith chuckles at Joyce's discomfort. " It's ok, I'm not ashamed of what I am, Joyce. It's me, you know? I dunno, really. Ok, that's a lie. I fell hard for one of my friends. And well, she didn't see things the same way. It got kinda nasty, and she started calling me names. So, I kinda asked around what it meant, and I got lots of cold stares and looks, but Paulie… you remember, that jackass I introduced you to, " Faith was still feeling the sting and embarrassment of that meeting, " he sort of explained things to me. Then he asked me point blank if I liked girls… that way… and I shrugged and kind of admitted it."

She sighs, feeling a little anger. " He told me not to let on, to hide it. Southie? Not know for it's gay tolerance, if you catch my meaning. I know he was trying to protect me, but I was lying about what I was. I got really angry, inside, having to pretend to be like everybody else. That's not me. I started getting into some deep shit. Bad shit. Shit, I don't talk about," She stops the questions before they can start. " I pulled myself out before it got too bad, but it's only cuz I had the drawing and stuff. I kept me from going nuts." She looks at Joyce, her face neutral. " took awhile, and a lot of reading and stuff, and sneaking into Boston proper to find a Gay-Lesbian group, to accept what I am. I'm not like flying rainbow flags and stuff, or shouting it from the rooftops, but I'm not hiding it anymore, either. But that took some time. Not easy to be different when you're a kid, you know?"

Joyce feels a strong urge to gather the young woman in her arms, and cuddle her, trying to comfort her. She resists the urge, however, fearing it might be misconstrued. Instead she nods at the painting.

" So, when did you start working in oils?" Joyce asks, trying to change the subject.

" Oh that!" Faith laughs, " well, I was still just doing my drawing, and my girlfriend at the time, Maureen, she started teasing me. Said that ' real artists' did paintings. So, I said ' oh yeah?' and she said "oh yeah' and so I said 'ok, so what do I paint ?' and she said, 'well me of course, silly' so I got this wicked idea, and I said, ' ok, great. But you gotta pose nude' and she got all of a sudden shy. I mean, this girl was wild in bed, but she was shy about posing nude, can you get it? She made excuses and tried to back out, but I had her. So, I borrowed some stuff, and well, this was back when I lived on 6th street, I painted her in my apartment, cuz I didn't know if I could get away with it in well, like a public place like the community center… anyway, I painted her, and she saw it and got all like happy-happy and was so jazzed cuz, well, let's say I made some improvements and she asked,' hey is that how you see me?' and I said ' yeah' and she got all crazy and fucked my brains out that night. My first 'paid' commission," Faith laughs.

Joyce, imagining the scene, blushes just a little.

" All right. That might be more information than I really needed, " She says, her neck getting very warm.

" Well, you asked, didn't ya?" Faith is loving this. ." Anyway, after she dumped me, I kept the painting. Some of my friends saw it, and they wanted to be painted ' au natural' too… so… I kinda make some money on the side doing it now." Faith takes a deep breath. " whew."

" I really think you have talent, Faith," She stares at the canvas. For some reason, it gives her one of those low down tickles." Ummm… have you thought about going to school? Learning more technique?"

" Oh yeah, I guess I'll just enroll in some fancy art school, huh?" Faith sounds bitter. " Sorry, but some of us don't got the money for that kinda crap. Some of us are just making ends meet."

" There are scholarships, Faith. Grants for artists. Have you…"

" Don't pay the bills, Joyce. Don't get it done." She turns away, tired of talking about it. " Maybe we should just get outta here, you know? I kinda want to change into something not covered by paint before we go out."

" Ok, Faith," Joyce says, quietly. She comes over to the younger woman, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

" Just forget it, Joyce. It’s not a big deal. I just do this to make some cash," Faith waves her hand, then looks at Joyce, smiling. " Anyway, I got a classy lady I gotta take to dinner and a movie. So what say?" She winks.

" I say, let's go."

3

Joyce walked into the movie theater, and was overcome with a wave of nostalgia.

She hadn't been in a movie theater like this one in a long time. Not since she'd been Faith's age, or even younger.

It was an old theater, nothing like the modern mall theaters with multiple screens, narrow auditoriums hardly wider than the screen, and sound systems guaranteed to make you deaf. This was a movie palace.

Oh sure, it'd seen better days. Some of the tile was cracking, and it desperately needed paint. But the lobby was huge, with vaulted ceilings and carved moldings and an old fashioned snack counter with real oak counters and oh, my is that…

" Is that popcorn. I mean," Joyce takes in the scent wafting through the air," Fresh popped popcorn. Not that stuff they buy pre popped in bags and reheat?"

"Oh, it's fresh. Really good. That's one of the pluses of this joint, " Faith says, walking to the counter." The popcorn is the best. That , and they got good movies." She raises a brow, asking with her eyes.

" I'm kinda full from… oh, what the heck. Yes, please, I want a popcorn!" Joyce comes over to her, almost giggling.

Faith grins, and gets two popcorns and two soft drinks, and they enter the theater itself.

Joyce stops, almost gaping.

The auditorium is huge. It has row upon row of seats, divided by two aisles running parallel down to the screen itself. The seats are actually covered in a velvet like material, clearly worn but still serviceable. And there's a balcony, something she hasn't seen in movie theaters in a very long time. Again, the ceiling is vaulted with carved moldings. Instead of ordinary house lights, a series of chandeliers hung , spaced just right to throw enough light to fill the auditorium. On the walls themselves are painted scenes of various subjects.

" Goodness, Faith. This is wonderful, " Joyce feels like a hick from the sticks, gaping at the pretty buildings.

" It's the oldest movie theater in South Boston. It used to be an actual legitimate theater, but it was converted early in the century for movies. Aint it a hoot?" She pulls Joyce along, and turns, pointing to the balcony. " Up there, over on the left, is probably the best make-out spot in the area. I've had a few ' friends' up there, necking and making out like mad." She turns to Joyce, a wicked smile on her face. " So, whatcha say, Joyce, wanna sit up there and see if I really have Roman hands and Russian fingers?" She sticks her tongue just between her teeth.

God, she's so naughty and cute at the same time! Joyce thinks, looking at her. Ok, Joyce, hold the hormones in check.

" I think we better sit down here in the fuddy section," Joyce says, waving to the seats in front of them.

" Fuddy is only a state of mind, Joyce. Not a place, " Faith winks, grabbing her hand and pulling her down the row.

They find seats, and get settled in. Faith slips her arm around Joyce, and Joyce, although very aware of it, doesn't comment.

" Hope you like old movies," Faith says, casually.

" I beg your pardon?"

" Well, this place is really kind of an classics theater. It only shows old movies from the thirties through the fifties. Didn't you catch the bill on the marquee as we walked in?"

" No, I wasn't really paying too much attention." Joyce answers.

Oh, is that so? And just what was on your mind, Joyce Summers? Hmmm? Faith grins secretly to herself.

" So, what's playing?" Joyce continues.

" To Catch a Thief" Faith grins, popping some popcorn in her mouth.

" Oh, my! I haven't seen that since … oh dear, forever!" Joyce smiles, " Cary Grant, Grace Kelly…"

" Grace Kelly. Now, there's one hot woman, " Faith sighs. She waves her hand, as if cooling herself. " Damned Prince Rainier! What's he got that I aint got? Except a dick and say hundreds of millions of dollars!"

" Faith, you're terrible. She was married to him long before you were even a thought in your parent's head."

" Don't matter. Doesn't stop me from drooling over her a little!" Faith chuckles.

" You really like old movies?"

" Oh yeah, love 'em. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like modern movies too. But there's nothing like the old movies, black and white or color. They just had a style and well… grace… that they can't do anymore, know what I mean?"

" I really think you have to get over this obsession with Grace Kelly, " Joyce teases," but yeah, I know what you mean. They're terribly romantic, and sometimes silly, but they're so fun! Me, I always admired Katherine Hepburn."

" Really?" Faith looks at her, " Why?"

" Oh well, she was always so independent. And she knew exactly what she wanted, and went after it til she got with it. And yes, she wasn't like a sexpot like Marilyn Monroe, or a beauty like 'your' Grace , but she had classic looks. I mean, she was pretty when she was young, but she really became beautiful when she got older. Know what I mean?"

If Joyce had been looking at Faith, she would've seen the utter love shining in her eyes.

" Oh yeah, " Faith says softly, " I think I get it." She just looks at Joyce for a moment, drinking her in.

" So, c'mon, piggy. Are you gonna share any of that popcorn or what?"

Faith blushes slightly, and hands the popcorn over to Joyce. She clears her throat.

" So, you see? I knew there was a reason I liked you, " Faith says, " Not only do you have great taste in art, but you like old movies and have great taste in women, too." Faith leans back as the lights start to go down.

Joyce looks over at Faith, and for a moment, sees the softness of her face, and the way her lips are slightly parted and seem wet. She feels this incredible urge to kiss Faith. God, she's so … ok, casual, remember? Breaking this off at the end of the date. Remember? There's a silence. Well? Do you REMEMBER? Joyce sighs internally. Yes, I remember. Now, shut UP!

Joyce turns to the screen just as the Warner Bros Logo flashes across the screen, with the Looney Toons cast hanging off it. The Theme, " Merry Melodies" starts to play.

" Cartoons? You didn't tell me there'd be cartoons!" Joyce is like a kid. Faith smiles, seeing her eyes shining the reflected light in the dark. Joyce reaches over, and pats her knee. " This is sooo great!" She sits back.

Faith's eyes flick briefly over at Joyce, and a tiny little smile tugs at her lips. No, you're so great, Joyce. She sits back to enjoy the movie.

Two hours later the two women emerge from the theater. Joyce is sniffling a little, and reaches for a handkerchief out of her purse.

" I'm sorry. I didn't know it'd affect you like that, or…" Faith is apologizing profusely, thinking Joyce is upset.

" Oh, no, silly. IT was wonderful," Joyce dabs the kerchief to her eyes." That was great. It was just so romantic. I kind of tear up some. And of course, when the fireworks go off and they kiss… oh, my" Joyce sighs happily. " That was sooo much fun!" Joyce exclaims.

" Well, yeah. Kissing Grace Kelly. Where's the bad there?" Faith teases, waving her hand like she's cooling herself. " Wow. That lucky dog, Grant. Those lips. Weren't they just… so kissable?"

" You're such a tease, you" Joyce jostles her playfully." You just like pretty girls."

" Well, yeah," Faith grins, " but Grace is way beyond ' pretty'. She's gorgeous."

" Oh, I think you just like cute blondes. I best keep you away from my daughter."

" Oh? You have a cute blond daughter, eh?" Faith arches her brow. " you trying to fix us up?"

" You're terrible! Buffy's still in high school… and still interested in boys, last time I checked."

" That could change, " Faith says, sticking out her tongue and licking her lips playfully. " Just let me talk to her for awhile!"

" You're evil, and a cradle robber, to boot!" Joyce slaps her arm playfully, " first you seduce that poor model of yours, and now you're trying for my daughter! Who's next, huh?"

Well, if you'd pay attention to those anvils I keep dropping…

" Don't worry, you're little girl is safe, ok?" Faith throws up her hands in surrender." I won't touch her." Not making any promises about mom, however!

" Though, I swear sometimes, the guys that girl of mine dates? I'd rather see her with someone like you."

" Ok, now I'm confused. You want me to seduce your daughter?"

" No, of course not. I just wish there were some nice responsible guys she'd meet, instead of the lunkheads she's always picking."

" So, you think I'm nice and responsible huh?" Faith gives her a look.

" What's wrong with that?" Joyce asks." You take care of yourself, you treat things seriously… well, sometimes; you're respectful, honest, saving…"

" Oh for god's sake, you're making me sound like a girl scout!" Faith starts laughing. " I'm the opposite of a girl scout, Joyce, Trust me. I'm the girl you don't bring home for the folks to meet."

" Maybe, once," Joyce says, " but I'm beginning to believe you're turning that around."

" Oh, you do, do you?" Faith gets an evil look on her face. She grabs Joyce's arm, and starts dragging her along.

" Hey… HEY!" Joyce says, starting to giggle. " Where're you taking me?"

" Someplace, " Faith says, enigmatically. " Girl scout, my butt." She mutters.

She hurries Joyce along, and then turns suddenly down another street.

It's obvious this place is not the gemstone in any community's crown.

The street is lit up by various neon signs, filling the block, advertising a plethora of entertainment, most of it sexual in nature. The sidewalks are busy, mostly single men, cruising or entering or exiting various establishments. Outside each establishment is a hook. A person, usually a girl, acting as a barker to attract customers into their place of business. Some are dressed conservatively, some decked out as hookers or Dommes, one or two try for a schoolgirl look, although their blouses are half unbuttoned, their middy skirts rolled up so they show a lot of leg… and usually wearing something underneath suggesting these aren't innocent schoolgirls.

All in all it has the same sleazy charm as a carnival sideshow. Bright lights and barkers promising things that usually aren't delivered on. There's a sense of urgency to the street hooks, and a certain sadness underlying the glitter.

Faith pulls Joyce along, smirking at her slightly open mouthed reaction. She turns to Joyce.

" So, what do you think now, Joyce? Am I still a girl scout?"

" What is this place?" Joyce says, a little overwhelmed.

" This is Delancy street, Joyce. A real shit house of a place. You know, peepshows, Live sex acts, Adult Movies, Adult book stores, Girls, Girls, Girls. XXX crap, you know? Thought I'd give you the tour." Faith has a slight edge to her voice.

" I don't know, Faith. I'm not really feeling very comfortable here," Joyce looks around, a little worried.

" Aw, c'mon, Joycie, " Faith urges her, " It'll be a hoot. Look at all the freaks, huh? So, which are girls, and which are boys, Joyce? Wanna guess?"

" Faith, really, do you think we can leave… wait," She looks at the various hooks lining the street. " Some of those aren't girls?"

" Surprised, baby? Yeah, more than some. Matter of fact," Faith looks up and down the row, pointing " That one… that one… and … " She trails off when she sees a too familiar face. " you know what? Maybe your right. Maybe you're not ready for this. Lets blow this place," Faith starts to turn. Too late.

" Faith! FAITH! Hey girl, what you up to ?" One of the hooks calls out to her.

" C'mon, Joyce, lets go get…"

" Faith, I think that girl's calling out to you, " Joyce says.

Great. Just great. What the hell is she doing here?

" Huh? Oh… yeah." Faith sounds as enthusiastic as a kid caught cutting school.

" Hey, baby! C'mon on over. Bring your friend. Check it out!" The barker calls out. People start to turn, looking at Faith and Joyce.

Crap.

Faith escorts Joyce over to where the girl is standing. She doesn't smile at recognizing the girl.

Hmmm… something's not right in Faith's world, Joyce observes.

" Faith, baby," the girl reach over, grabbing Faith's arm, " What's the deal? Why were you playing like you didn't hear me? You used to want to get in my pants pretty bad, girl." The girl winks.

" Faith?" Joyce says, " Aren't you going to introduce us?"

" Yeah, baby. Intro me to the pretty lady."

" Joyce, Merry. Merry, Joyce," Faith mumbles, obviously reluctant to do the introductions.

Merry Callahan is a little older than Faith, with long red hair and wicked green eyes. She is taller than Faith, with a generous bosom and wide curvy hips. She is currently one of the girls dressed like a schoolgirl, with a plaid skirt, knees sox and patent leather shoes. However, beyond that she's wearing a white blouse loosely knotted below her breasts, and underneath is wearing a red lace camisole. Her skirt is pulled low enough on her hips so her matching red thong is slightly visible. Her makeup is heavy, to the point of exaggeration, and her earrings are large hoops.

" Nice to meet you, Merry," Joyce says, extending her hand.

Merry stares at her hand, and Joyce retracts it.

" Nice to meet you too, Joyce. I'm sure." Merry turns to Faith. " So, this the new squeeze?" Merry leans in, so only Faith can hear. " She hot in bed, babe?"

Faiths lips press tightly together, and her eyes narrow.

" So, those hooking charges? They didn't stick then, huh?" She replies.

Merry's eyes go wide, and the corners of her mouth turn down.

" So, what? You too good for us now, Faith? Doin' a little slumming' with your rich girl here? She keeping you in style, babe?" She gives Faith the once over, " I'm guessing, not."

" I can see Tina's takin' really good care of you, Merry," Faith sneers, giving her the once over back. " Love the sleazy schoolgirl look. Oh yeah, for you that wasn't a look, was it? It was a lifestyle."

Merry makes a face." Just because I didn't give you none, you little…"

" Faith, sweetie, why don't we go inside so this young lady can earn her living?" Joyce tugs on Faith's arm.

"Yeah, Faith honey," Merry's voice is all syrupy. " Get something to help your old bitch here along. We got some really nice stuff … sure she'll find something she'll like. I'm pretty sure we have something big enough… Owww!"

Merry finds her ear being twisted. By Joyce.

" Listen here, Merry. We're going in. That makes us customers." She twists the younger girl's ear. " So, maybe you should be a little nicer, and stop with the slutty cat routine, " She twists her ear again. Merry's eyes tear up. " Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

" Geeze, let go of my ear! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Merry whines. " God, that HURTS!"

Joyce releases her ear, and Merry retreats a little, afraid Joyce will grab her again. Joyce just smiles pleasantly, and proceeds into the shop. Faith smirks, sticks out her tongue at Merry, and then follows.

She catches up to Joyce, who is standing in the middle of the place, looking for all the world a little overwhelmed.

" That was sooo cool, Joyce!" Faith comes up, slipping her arm through Joyce's. " God, that girl is such a bitch and a half."

" Is that the one?" Joyce asks quietly.

" Huh?"

" The one you jumped the bike over the barrels naked for?"

" Uhhh… yeah," Faith sort of gets an embarrassed look. " How'd you know?"

" I didn't. Til now." Joyce winks, " but by your attitude, I figured you two had a history… and it wasn't pleasant."

" Believe me, if she looked like that…" Faith nods her head, "… the day I did it. I wouldn't have done it."

" Yeah, well, I try to tell Merry she really doesn't look too good that way, " a voice calls out from the counter, " but she doesn't listen. Really, she sloughs the make-up on with a trowel these days."

Joyce sees Faith blush a deep red, getting an " Oh shit" look on her face. She turns to the counter and sees what is probably one of the most stunningly beautiful women she's ever seen

The girl is tall, model tall, with short blonde hair, almost in a boy cut. Her eyes are a startlingly blue color, and her skin is almost a creamy peach tone. She has a small, slightly upturned nose and full, bow shaped lips. Long fingers end in with neatly trimmed nails sporting a clear polish. She's wearing a pair of hip hugger jeans which look painted on, and a white spaghetti strap camisole. She leans over the counter, looking at Faith and Joyce.

" Hi, Faith," She says in a soft voice, " been a long time, girl."

" Yeah. How you been, Tina?" Faith asks, her voice a little hoarse.

Tina Gallagher smiles warmly, her hands held out in front of her. Joyce can see by the way she's squeezing her fingers together she's as nervous as Faith. Something's going on here. Something not entirely over. Joyce wonders why that makes her just the tiniest bit jealous.

Faith for her part seems to be frozen in place. She doesn't move, but Joyce can see her clenching her fists.

" Well, ever since you left me? Not so good, Faith, " Tina says, her smile fading a little.

" What did you expect, Tina? You were sleeping around with everybody behind my back, " Faith's voice has a defensive edge to it.

" Is that why you did the motorcycle thing to get in Merry's pants? Because you thought I was sleeping around on you?" Tina sounds defensive now.

" Thought? Thought?" Faith is incredulous. " Geeze, I had a dozen people come up to me and tell me you were …"

Something about the girl bothers Joyce. Where have I seen her before?

" That was a lie, Faith. I never cheated on you," Tina says," I loved you, Faith. More than anything."

It hits Joyce like a thunderbolt.

" Are you calling me a liar, Tina Gallagher?" Faith doesn't sound happy.

" Not you, Faith…"

" Oh my goodness! " Joyce blurts out. " you look just like Grace Kelly!"

Tina chuckles and blushes. " Just what Faith told me the first day we met, " Tina smiles. " I didn't get your name."

" Joyce. Joyce Summers, " Joyce start to walk to Tina, but is stopped By Faith, who hooks her arm through Joyce's.

" She's a friend, Tina," Faith mutters, " A very special friend."

" So I see, " Tina's brows go up. She puts on a shopkeeper's smile. " So, anyway, please look around. If you need any help, let me know." She looks at Faith, her eyes a little sad. " It was nice seeing you again, Faith." She walks away from the counter, and picks up a magazine, studiously ignoring them.

They move away from her, wandering around the shop.

" Well, I see why Merry's so catty towards you. Tina obviously still has a thing for you," Joyce says quietly.

" That's silly, Joyce. It's been over between us for awhile. A long while, ok?"

Joyce is no fool. She can sense a broken heart when it comes up and hits her in the face. She takes Faith's hand, turning her around. " Hey, it's ok, I know how it feels. Really I do, " Joyce squeezes her hand.

Faith looks into Joyce's eyes. Joyce can see a sadness just beneath the surface. Faith squeezes her hand.

" You're the best, you know that , Joyce?"

Joyce feels a flutter in her heart, and some tingles somewhat lower. She smiles, a little pink-cheeked.

" Do you want to talk about it?"

" No, I really don't, " Faith says, the hurt still too close.

" You want to go?"

" No, actually, we're here, and I brought you here and… anyway, I know Tina won't cheat us. She's honest… that way."

" Ok," Joyce says. " But stick close, ok? Some of this stuff is scary."

They wander around the shop, Joyce picking up various toys and sexual aids. Some make her brow furrow, some make her feel strange. She picks up one, curved with two appendages. She looks at Faith, puzzled.

" What does this do?" Joyce asks, holding it up.

Faith looks at the device, then clears her throat.

" Ah, well, this kind of hits all openings at once." She points to the long tip, " Anus" the second tip, longer and slightly curved, with a short arm in front . " Vagina, and this stimulates your clit, simultaneously."

Joyce looks at the device, and gets a very worried look on her face. " What if it … malfunctions?"

Faith bites her lip to hold back a laugh." Maybe this one isn't for you, Joyce."

" I feel really old. And rather naïve " Joyce says, setting down the toy.

Joyce wanders some more, her eyes growing wider and wider. She hits the video section, and starts looking at the titles. They range from soft core to raunchy hard core. She starts reading some of the titles.

Star Whores? Lusty bitches in heat? She looks at one box, graphically illustrated, and starts giggling.

" Joyce?" Faith comes over, seeing her amusement. " What?"

Joyce hands her the box. She points at the picture of the man's penis. " No way. That's just fake."

" Actually, Joyce, I saw a picture once, and the guy… well…" She whispers in her ear, bringing her hand down to her kneecap. Joyce looks, and her eyes go wide.

" No … that's just not… really?"

" Yeah, but from what I understand, didn't do him much good. Every time he got an erection, he lost so much blood from his brain, he'd faint."

Joyce bursts out laughing, and Tina looks up from her magazine, mildly interested. She sees Joyce and Faith laughing. She frowns a little, and looks back down.

Faith wanders off, going to another part of the store, while Joyce looks over some of the other videos. She pulls out one, her look a little puzzled.

Change of Seasons.

On it was pictured a young girl, with an older woman. They weren't naked, really, more in stages of undress. They were holding each other, kissing furiously. Joyce felt a definite flush creep up her neck, and a strong tingle down below.

For a moment she's tempted to buy it. Then she looks up at Faith, and knows she could never explain it to her. Reluctantly, she replaces it on the shelf.

She walks over to where Faith is looking, and looks over her shoulder.

Faith is holding a strap on harness dildo, inspecting it.

" What's that for?"

She sees the blush creep up Faith's neck.

" Nothing!" She says, putting it down.

" What's it do, Faith?" Joyce persists, curious.

Faith feels very tongue tied.

" Oh that?" Tina calls over to Joyce, a small tight grin on her face. " That’s worn by one woman so she can fuck her partner and simulate having a cock."

" Oh." Joyce says, staring at the strap on. She looks at Faith, whose blush has carried up to her cheeks. " Thank you, Tina," Joyce says.

" No problem Joyce. Actually, it can be quite nice, done right."

" I suppose so, " Joyce answers, a little distracted. In her head, she's flashing on Faith wearing one, and she's… Oh my, ok, lets just NOT GO THERE!

" I think we should go now," Faith says, quietly.

" Oh, no, I want a souvenir, " Joyce says. " Never been in a sex shop before."

Joyce sees something, which looks like an oversized pacifier with a belt on it, and a long tail on the back. She looks at Faith, and picks it up. " Ok, what the heck does this do?"

Faith gulps.

" It's a butt plug, Joyce. You strap around your waist, insert it in your butt, and well… you kind of get the horse tail theme?"

Joyce drops it back onto the counter. Sighing, she moves away. God, I don't know so much… and I'm not so sure I want to learn.

She turns around, and her jaw drops open. She stares at … the monster in front of her.

It's at least 3" thick, and 12 inches long. It's on a little base, and there's a switch on the base. Otherwise, it looks exactly like a huge male penis, down to the veins and uncircumcised head.

She walks over to it, and looks at it from another angle. My god, how'd you ever get that in? She touches the switch experimentally, and the thing starts to hum. And slowly rotate. She quickly turns it off. Ok, that's just.. She shudders.

She walks over to the glass case by the counter, and looks in. Inside are more conventionally shaped dildos. She sees one, Silver colored with a pink tip. The tip has little nubs on it.

" That's a very popular seller," Tina comes over from her magazine. She pulls it out of the case, and hands it to Joyce.

" What's the tip about?" She asks, pointing at the little nubs.

" Oh, that's a tickler. Believe me, you'd love it." Tina grins." Very nice , feels very nice indeed."

" May I?" She asks, holding out her hand. Tina places it in her hand.

" Flick this switch here, " Tina points at it.

Joyce does, and the vibrator starts to hum. She presses the tickler against her skin, and smiles. Then she understands where It's supposed to go, and she smiles a broader smile.

" Ok, I think I want this one."

" Good choice, Joyce, " Tina says, smiling. " I think you'll get a lot of hours of pleasure out of this little honey." She puts it in a bag, and walks over to the register. Joyce follows her, paying cash.

" Faith, are you ready to go?" Joyce asks, standing next to Tina, waiting for her change.

" Huh? Oh yeah, sure," Faith says, moving to the register.

" Actually," Tina looks up at the clock, " if you guys aren't in a hurry? We have a little something special going on in back. If you want to check it out?"

Faith smells a rat.

" Joyce I think we should just go now," Faith says, looping her arm through Joyce's and trying to get her to come with her.

" Aw, c'mon Faith. Don't be a party poop. I know you'll enjoy this, " She turns to Joyce. " It's really nice."

" Come on, Faith. What can it hurt?" Joyce smiles.

"Joyce, I think we've seen enough here for tonight, don't you?" She's getting a sinking feeling in her gut. " I'm thinking there's other stuff we can go see."

Joyce is no fool. This sex stuff might be confusing to her, but relationship stuff she has a decent handle on. Oh, that's why it went to hell in your marriage then? Shut UP! She can sense the tension between the two women. She trusts Faith a lot more than Tina.

" You know, I'm kind of wanting to get some coffee. You know a place close?" She asks Faith.

" Oh yeah, not too far, " Faith smiles, realizing she's won. She starts leading Joyce towards the door.

" Goodbye, Tina, it was nice meeting you," Joyce turns her head and smiles, waving as she leaves.

Tina neither smiles nor waves. Her eyes drill holes in the back of Joyce's head as the couple leaves.

Back out on the street, they run into Merry, who gives them the once over, then a sneering little smile.

" So, leaving already? What's wrong? You're new squeeze couldn't handle it?"

" Merry," Faith starts towards her," Shut your stupid…". Joyce restrains her.

" You know dear? Jealousy is really an ugly thing. Even though Tina's with you, you can't stand she still has strong feelings for Faith. Being a total bitch is only going to make it worse. You really need to work on that," Joyce never loses her smile. She starts to turn away, then turns back , " Oh, and honey? The whole …" Joyce waves her hand by the side of her face, "… harlot look? Really not a good look for you. Might want to rethink that. Bye now." She turns, and leaves with Faith.

Faith looks over her shoulder as Merry stands there, mouth gaping open. She turns back to Joyce.

" You know something?"

" What?"

" You're pretty damned amazing." Faith grins, squeezing her arm.

" I have my moments, " Joyce says, nodding. "So, where can we get that coffee?"

Faith cocks her head, as if seeing a new part of Joyce she's never noticed before. Her grin widens, and they walk back towards the main drag.

Neither one notices the man detach himself from the crowd, and follow them at a distance.

Sitting at a small table in the well lit coffee bar, Joyce watches as Faith plays with her half full cup. She seems to be distracted, as if her mind is a million miles away.

" Penny for your thoughts, " Joyce says lightly, trying to keep things casual. Trying not to seem like she's digging. " Well, maybe I should make that a quarter, with inflation."

Faith looks up, and smiles. " Sorry. About that whole thing. That was just me being a brat, you know?" She shrugs. " I never should've taken you there. Just when you started making me sound like a girl scout…"

" Don't be silly. It was fun and educational, " Joyce keeps it light, " and I got a really neat souvenir." She shakes the bag at Faith.

" What'd you buy, anyway?"

" I can't show you here," Joyce blushes lightly. " it's embarrassing."

Faith has to bite her lip to keep from laughing. God, she's so worldly in some ways, and so innocent in others. Could she be any cuter?

" Well, give me the bag, and I'll look at it that way," Faith holds out her hand.

Joyce reluctantly hand over the little bag, and Faith opens it. Her eyebrows go up, and she looks up at Joyce.

" Joyce, do you know what this is?" Faith is grinning again. Joyce blushes a little, but she's happy to see the smile back on Faith's face.

" Well, yes, Faith. I'm not a total dope, " Joyce says, eyes twinkling merrily.

" You little …" She leans over, and whispers softly"… horn dog. You planning on putting it to use?" She smiles knowingly.

" Faith!" Joyce blushes deeper now. " It's a souvenir. A reminder, is all. Like the Mickey Mouse ears I bought when I went to Disneyland with the kids. I don't use those either!"

" Believe me, " Faith shakes the bag, " This is much more fun than Mickey Mouse ears," Faith giggles.

" Goodness, is that all you ever think about? Sex?"

" Well, no. But we were just in a sex shop," Faith says, sotto voce," does give one ideas, you know."

" I see, " Joyce says, quietly. " Is that what's been on your mind the last half hour?"

Faith's grin fades, and she turns a little away, raising her cup to take a drink. Her eyes flick over towards Joyce, and seeing her looking at her, she lowers the cup and sighs.

" No, like I said, I'm just bummed I exposed you to that crap. Especially the Skanky Twins."

" Faith, look. I had fun. I always wanted to go into one of those places, but I never had the courage to. It was nice being there with a friend, you know?" Joyce reaches over, covering Faith's hand with her own. " Thank you."

Faith tries a weak smile, but it doesn't work too well. " Still…"

" Hey, just think about it. Seeing her tonight, I mean Merry? Now, aren't you glad you didn't sleep with her? I mean… just think about it." Joyce grins at her.

Faith can't help it, her dimples show as she grins. " Oh god, I'm sooo happy she disappeared now. God, when I think how much of a skank she is…" Faith shakes her head, and shudders.

" As for Tina…" Joyce notes that Faith's grin fades fast,"… look, Faith, it's ok to still have feelings for her. She's one pretty girl, and I can tell just by the way you look at her, you really had strong feelings for her." She squeezes Faith's hand. " Look, I still have feelings for Hank, even if he's turned out to be a lying, cheating bastard. We have a history, and that means something. You just don't get over that, no matter what everyone tells you."

She reaches out and touches Faith's cheek, causing Faith to turn her head and look at her.

" It's ok to still have feelings Faith. All you can do is move on, and hope you find someone better."

Like maybe you're beginning to think you have, Joyce?

It’s not like that. We're just friends.

Hmmm.

" How'd you get so smart?" Faith asks, smiling again.

" Been a mom nearly 18 years now, Faith. You pick up stuff, you know?" Joyce finishes her coffee. " Ready to go?"

How could you not love this woman? Faith thinks, as she finishes her coffee. Her husband's an idiot, cheating on her, letting her get away. Faith stands up, and offers her hand to Joyce, who accepts it. " Ready, " She says. They walk towards the exit, dumping the cups in the trash as they leave.

Well, I won't make that mistake. Not me!

They walk slowly down Charing Cross way, neither one in a hurry for this date to end. Their fingers are laced together, and both are a little quiet, lost in their thoughts.

They reach Faith's place, and start up the stoop. They come to her door, and stop.

They look at each other briefly, both feeling a little unsure about what to do next.

" Well, I just need to get the car keys from inside, " Faith finally breaks the silence. " I'm such a dope. I left them on the hall table when I went out this afternoon."

" Faith, " Joyce takes Faith by the shoulders. She looks directly into Faith's eyes. " I just want you to know I had a wonderful time this evening. It was perfect. All of it."

Faith looks back into Joyce's eyes, as if she's trying to find something. Her demeanor turns serious.

" Joyce, I don't want to freak you, but I'd really like to kiss you now." Faith can feel her heart start to beat faster in her chest.

" I think I'd really like that, " Joyce replies. Oh god, did I just say … mmmm

Faith slips her hand around Joyce's neck, and guides her into the kiss.

It begins as a soft touch of the lips, then it deepens rapidly as both manage to slip their arms around each other and pull the other closer.

Faith gently caresses the back of Joyce's neck, her other hand sliding down to her hip. She feels an incredible warmth spread throughout her body, and her lips gently caress against Joyce's.

Joyce slips her arms around Faith's waist, and her hands seem to rest comfortably on the small of Faith's back just where her buttocks swell out of her back. Her body is tingling all over, and she feels an unfamiliar dampness between her thighs. Oh my god she's turning me on! I can't remember the last time I felt … mmmm

Faith gently presses the tip of her tongue against Joyce's lips, and Joyce opens her mouth, accepting Faith's tongue. Joyce's hand, almost as if having a will of their own, begin to rub over Faith's back.

Faith caresses her tongue over Joyce's, then draws her tongue back into her mouth, and is rewarded when Joyce's tongue, almost shyly, follows. She gently sucks on Joyce's tongue, and that elicits a soft moan from Joyce.

Oh god, what am I doing? I was supposed to break this off tonight, not heat it up. I should stop, stop now.

Shut up and enjoy it, moron!

No, it's not right, I should stop now.

BE QUIET!

Joyce gives into the kiss, and her body presses closer to Faith's. Her hands wander all over Faith's back, encouraging her kiss.

Faith doesn't need much encouragement, and her hand slowly slips off Joyce's hip and up, up, up her side. She gently cups Joyce's breast.

Oh god that feels so good. So damned good…

No, no, no, NO! Can't do this! Not now. Getting out of control. Gotta stop it.

In a minute, I'm liking this!

NO! NOW!

Joyce breaks the kiss, panting slightly. She gently disengages from Faith's arms.

" Faith?"

Faith takes Joyce's hands in her own.

" Joyce, " Faith says softly. " Stay with me tonight? Don't go back to your hotel."

Yes! No! YES! NO! oh god, oh god, oh god!

" Faith… god, that was some kiss, " Joyce says, voice soft. " But I… I just… I'm not ready … I… it's not that I'm not attracted to you, but I've got responsibilities and kids and …"

Too soon, stupid! Way too soon! Faith smiles, and tries to make light of it.

" Oh, ok. No big. I just thought…"She shrugs. She fumbles for her keys, turning away.

Joyce misinterprets Faith's reaction, thinking she's angry with her.

" Faith, I'm sorry. Really. I just… this is all new to me… don't be…"

" Joyce," Faith turns back, smiling. " It's ok, I get it. You're not ready. I'm not upset. Just let me get my keys, and I'll take you home."

Joyce, however, doesn’t' believe her.

"Faith? That's ok. You're already home. I can catch a cab. "

" Don’t be silly, Joyce, " Faith's tone rises just a hair, " I'm not letting you take a cab home. That's that."

" Silly is having to drive me all the way back downtown, then driving back here, when it would be easier for me to just get a cab." Joyce turns, starting down the steps. " I'll just call from the phone down by the community center…"

" Ok, now that's just stupid!" Faith bursts out, and runs after her. " Ok, you don't want me to drive you home. I've made you angry, somehow. But at least, call the cab from inside!"

Faith runs ahead of her, and starts walking backwards, facing Joyce.

" I'm not mad, Faith. I just don't want things to get out of control, ok? Just let me get a cab." She stops, and Faith stops. " it's silly for you to make an extra trip to take me home."

" Out of control?" Faith frowns." What, do you think I'd like force you? Don’t you trust me?"

" It's not you I don't trust, Faith," Joyce says, " I don't trust me! I have kids and a business and lots of stuff I have to take care of. I don't have time for …"

" Me?"

" No, that's not what I meant!" Joyce says, softening her tone a little. " I… I'm having all these crazy feelings, Faith, and I'm frankly scared, ok? And I just need time to think about it. I can't just jump into something. I'm afraid I'll…"

" What's going on out here?" Patty Malloy, who's been watching Faith and Joyce, opens her door. " Are you two ok?"

" Hi, Patty!" Joyce, seeing an out, starts towards her. " We're fine. I'm just trying to go to the corner to call a cab, and Faith here is trying to drive me home. Which is silly, because she'll just have to drive back."

"Joyce, it's not that far, and I'd feel better if you'd just let me take you back to your hotel…"

" I told you, Faith, it's ok. I can catch a cab. Don't be stubborn!"

" I'm not being stubborn!" Faith protests, " I just want to see you home safe!"

"Faith McKerrigan, you heard the lady. Don't be a horses rear end. You have to get up to work early tomorrow. Let her take a cab, if that's what she wants," She turns to Joyce, " You can use my phone, if you wish, Joyce."

" I really should go and call from the corner. He can't drive up, and I don't want to miss him."

Faith stands listening to this, frustrated and turned on and feeling angry and confused. She pushes all that down, and goes to Joyce.

" Joyce, please. Let me take you to your hotel."

" Faith. Thank you, but no. I'll get a cab," She leans over, and kisses Faith on the forehead. " Thank you for a lovely evening."

" Faith, dear. Say goodnight to your friend," Patty admonishes her.

Faith looks at both women, and knows she lost. She just doesn't know how she did it. She sighs.

" Goodnight, Joyce. Can I call you?"

" Yes, I'd like that," Joyce smiles warmly at her.

Faith looks at her one more time, smiles, and turns towards her house.

God, I so need a cold shower, Faith thinks, realizing her underwear is suddenly very wet. Maybe a tray of ice to go with.

She trots up her steps, and disappears through her doorway.

" I'm so embarrassed," Joyce says, turning to Patty. " We got kind of loud."

" Oh don't be silly, Joyce, " Patty smiles at her.

" Well, anyway, thanks again."

" Where are you going?"

" To call a cab."

" You can use my phone Joyce."

" But…"

" The cab will take at least half an hour to show up. Do you really want to stand around on alone at night, waiting?" Patty smiles at her. " And, I just baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies and made coffee…" She smiles, cocking her head.

" You really know how to tempt a girl, don't you?" Joyce smiles. " Ok, deal."

" Good girl. Now just remember to give the dispatcher my number when you call, and they'll call back when the cab arrives!"

" Thanks, Patty. I appreciate that!" Joyce walks over and climbs up the stairs.

" Think nothing of it, Joyce. That's what friends do," Patty smiles, and opens her door. "And, you can tell me all about your date with Faith."

Oh boy!

Faith strips off her clothing, walking to the bathroom to take that cold shower. She stops, and licks her lips. She can still taste Joyce's kiss.

She leans against the sink, facing the shower, and closes her eyes. The kiss comes back like a train, every little bit of it. Her body reacts, flushing and her nipples hardening. She remembers tracing her hand up and gently cupping Joyce's breast. And then felt Joyce stiffen, and pull away.

Well, as dumb asses go, you're pretty close to the top of the list. God, girl. First date. Sure, hot kiss, but she's not … but boy that kiss… WOW! … even so, you shouldn't have rushed her, and asking her to stay? Major mistake, dopey. Of course she's not ready for that yet. Dummy, dummy, BIG DUMMY!

Faith opens her eyes, and when she feels a familiar dampness between her legs, she looks down, to see her nipples at attention.

Aw, crap. Stupid and horny. Never a good combo!

She sighs heavily. She knows she's going to be taking care of bidness alone this evening. And also knows, it just won't be the same thing.

She steps into the shower, grimacing as the first icy tendrils of water hit her, feeling like tiny knives.

I'm so screwed!

4

The next morning finds Joyce rushing around her room, trying to finish her dressing and go. It's nearly 8 a.m., and she's got a lot to do before noon today. She just hopes she can get everything done.

God, Joyce! Can you spell disaster? Why'd you get so… weird last night. Ok, I know. It's been a long time since you dated. And you've NEVER dated a woman before. But still, the basics apply. You could've handled last night better.

I hope she's not mad at me. I'm really starting to like this woman. A lot.

Like? Is that what you call it these days?

Like, like, like!

Uh huh. Ok, so how come, when you got back to the hotel room last night, you started thinking about her. And then, well, dear, that was really nice, the masturbation, but I noticed it was her name on your lips when you came!

You really are annoying, you know? So I masturbated, so what?

3 times? "Oh Faith oh Faith OH FAITH!"

SHUT UP! We're just friends.

Ok, sure. I buy that. But then, I bought Enron stock, too.

I hate you!

The phone on the nightstand rings. Joyce nearly jumps out of her skin. Ok, now, that's just creepy! Her calling when I'm…ok, calm down, and answer the phone!

Joyce walks over and picks up the phone.

" Hello?" God, what am I gonna say?

" Mom?"

" Buffy? BUFFEE!" Joyce exclaims, smiling, " Honey, Hi! How are you?" Her brow furrows. " It's early there. Goodness, it's not even 5 a.m. yet. What're you doing calling so early?" Joyce frowns. " Is everything ok?"

" Everything's ok, Mom, geeze." Buffy sighs, a little perturbed." I'm calling so early because I've been trying to reach you since last night, but you've been out."

" Why didn't you leave a message?" Joyce asks, " I would've called you back."

" Well, I did… didn’t they tell you?"

Joyce brow furrows. She looks at the phone, and sees the message light blinking. Oh, boy. What's wrong with me? I didn't even SEE that last night. What if something had happened? I was so wrapped up in…

" Well, sorry honey, I guess I got in late last night, and just collapsed into bed. Big to do over some new artist I'm looking in to. Guess I forgot to check for messages."

" Nice one, mom. What if there'd been an emergency? What if Dawn were sick or something? How could I reach you?" Buffy sounds angry and upset. " When are you coming home, anyway?"

" Buffy, you know I'm working. I have to do this so I have new work for the Gallery. And since when are you so anxious to see dear old mom, anyway? I mean, most of the time you're trying to dodge me so you don't have to acknowledge me to your friends."

" I have to go shopping!"

" Buffy, what?" Joyce is more than clueless.

" For school. You dragged us up to this new place and new school and I'm so not going to school in last years fashion. I'm just not doing it. Why'd we have to move to this place, anyway?"

" Buffy, this is really not the time to discuss this," Joyce says, feeling a headache coming on.

"When, mom? Or even, do we get a vote in this? This was my last year at Hemery. I was going to be a senior."

" You're still going to be a senior, Buffy. Just in a different school."

" Really not the same thing, mom," Buffy says, " All my friends are in L.A. My life is in L.A. Why did I have to come here again? Why couldn't I have stayed with dad in L.A. ? Finish up down there?"

Other than not exposing you to Hank the Horrible's running around with anything in a skirt?

"We talked about this, Buffy. You're dad's gone a lot. He travels a lot. He wouldn't be able to be there all the time."

" Like, you are?"

" Buffy, I didn't have a choice. I had to make this trip. This is a one time deal, and I told you that. I'll be back months you start school again. So, I really don't understand this call, honey."

" I miss you mom, " Buffy says in a low voice. " I love Great Aunt Maureen, but I miss you." Her voice gets softer. " And I hate what's going on. I know why I can't stay with dad. You don't have to sugar it up for me, mom. I know what he's been doing…"

" Buffy, " Joyce tries to reach out to her over the phone. God, I should be there, and not here. What kind of crappy mom am I, anyway?

" Mom, I just hate this, all of this. Why'd he have to do that? Why did… damn." Buffy starts to cry. " I hate him, Mom. I really hate him!"

" Buffy, honey, no, " Joyce tries to comfort her. " He's made mistakes, but he's still your dad. He loves you, Buffy. He does. Remember that, honey."

" If he cares so much, why isn't he here? Why aren't you here?" Buffy sounds forlorn. " When are you coming home?"

" As soon as I can, honey. I promise." Ok, strike terrible mom. I'm the worst mom, ever!

" We miss you mom, really." Buffy tries for a joke, " I mean, who'll nag us without you here?"

" I promise, honey, I'll be home as soon as I can."

" Mom? Is that you?"

" Dawnie?"

" Yeah, mom. Hey, don't buy that crap Buffy's feeding you. She's so totally in trouble with Aunt Maureen. She's been blowing off curfew. And this " All alone" crap? Scammola. She's been dating some guy from Sunnydale high … sooo…"

" Dawn. I'm so gonna get you, " Buffy sounds furious." Dawn's making it up, mom. Really."

" I so am not, Airhead."

" Geek!"

" Moron!"

" GIRLS!"

There's silence on the other end of the line.

" Dawn's a big fat liar, mom. She's just angry because the guy she wanted to go out with went out with me instead."

" You're a big fat liar, Buffy! That so didn't happen, mom. Buffy's trying to wiggle out that she was out til 2 am last night, and was afraid you might've called and she'd be so busted!"

" Buffy? Were you out til 2 a.m. last night?" Joyce asks, feeling tired.

" NO!"

Joyce knows this game, too.

" How late were you out?"

Silence. Long pause.

" 1:30"

" I see. Do I need to say it?"

" Say what?"

" Grounded, you. Two weeks. Starting now."

" No fair! I have a date tonight."

" Not anymore. You call the boy, tell him you've been grounded, and you'll see him in two weeks."

" Mom!"

" Three weeks. Want to go for a month, young lady?"

There's the sound of giggling on the line.

" I'm going to get you for this, Dawnie! I swear I am, " Buffy yells at her sister over the phone.

" Busted, Buff. You're so busted!"

" Dawn, dear. Hang up the phone."

" But Mom! I didn't get to say hi, even!"

" Hi, Dawnie. Now, hang up."

" That… geeze, mom, when're you going to be home?" Dawn asks.

" Soon as I can baby. Now hang up so I can talk to your sister."

" That blows!" Dawn grumbles. There's a click on the line.

" So, I'm grounded?" Buffy asks." For reals?"

" Yes, you're grounded, for reals."

" That blows!"

" Well, maybe you'll keep your curfew from now on."

" Why should I? Who cares? You don't, Dad doesn't…"

" I do care honey…"

CLICK

Joyce sighs, feeling totally helpless. As if that's new, with my girls. She almost dials back, then realizes the futility of it. No good me being here, and they're there. I can't be long distance mom. Just doesn’t work.

Joyce sits on the bed, rubbing her temples. Already, today's going so well, and now she has a lot of stuff to do, and is late on top of it.

Sometimes, I wonder why I even get out of bed?

Grabbing her purse and coat, she exits the room.

5

Faith stands at her locker, trying to decide where she wants to eat lunch today.

Maybe it's so hard to decide because she's really not very hungry right now. She's still thinking about last night, and that's not making her happy girl at the moment.

Very nice, Faithy. You probably blew it all to hell last night. Scared her off, big time. God, can't you keep your hormones in check?

Yeah, well, she kissed me pretty hard and hot last night. So I lost it a little itty bitty bit. Does that mean she has to get snarky with me, and get all bent when I want to take her home? God, you'd think I'd tried to rape her!

No, just take her to a sex shop, introduce her to that skank , Merry, and to an ex, Tina. God, she must think you're a major slut if that's the kind you hang with. What's your problem? Don't you EVER think before you act?

One little mistake…

One? ONE? Ha! First day, you almost stalk her, freaking her out and she probably wanted to call the police on you. Then, when she does agree to a date, you show up on your motorcycle. Classy, babe.

I can't help it the car died. I tried to get something else. God.

Uh, huh. Again, she tries to salvage the evening, even loaning you a skirt so you could get into the restaurant. And SHE pays for it, nice.

Yeah, well, she agreed to go out with me again.

I think she must be a masochist. That’s all I can figure. So, this last time. You take her out. Dinner, movie. Nice. Everything going just fine. Then, you have to get all huffy, and drag her to Delancy street. WHAT were you thinking?

Yeah, ok, bad idea. But did you see how she stuck up for me with Merry? That was sooo cool.

That's because, she's class, you dope. That lady is 100 genuine, and you took her to a fucking freak show! You wonder why she freaked when you got grabby? You're lucky she didn't haul off and slap you silly.

And now, you're all depressed because she's probably read the writing on the wall, and is running in the opposite direction, fast as she can. Can you blame her? You must've looked like a loon!

She was digging the kiss. I know she was!

Yes, I agree. She was. And if you hadn't grabbed her tit, she probably wouldn't have freaked. Oh, and smooth afterwards. " Stay with me Joyce. Don't go back to your hotel". Nice one. Get it through your skull., Not all the women you date are sluts. This one's different! Stop being… grrr. This whole thing has been a comedy of errors, Faithy. Cut your losses and figure you've blown it.

She said I could call. I'm going to call.

You never learn, do you? She just wanted to get away from you!

That's so not true.

Really? Then why didn't she call the cab from your house? Figure that one out?

" Faith?" A voice cuts right through her thoughts. " Are you all right?"

Joyce? Here? Why?

Shut up, and act like a grownup.

" Joyce?" Faith whirls around, and not having a good grip on her lunch bag, it goes flying, just missing Joyce.

Joyce ducks it, and comes up grinning.

" You're not angry about last night, are you?" She teases.

Cool move, brilliant!

" God, Joyce, I'm so sorry, I didn't hit you, did I?" Faith comes over, and looks.

" Well, if that was pitching tryouts for the Red Sox? Don't give up your day job," Joyce laughs.

She's not mad. She's not upset. See? You're full of it!

" Hi, how're you doing?" Faith says, softly." Hey, look, about last night…"

Joyce holds up her hands.

"Don't. Please. I told you, I just wasn't ready, ok? I'm not upset, ok?"

" Uhhh… Ok, " Faith says, knowing not to look at a gift horse's dental records. " So, why're you here?" Oh, cool. Question a gift of the gods. Brilliant move.

" Well, actually, I brought you something, " Joyce looks at the ground. " You can help me pick it up, seeing how you almost beaned me there."

Joyce bends over, and grabs the long package. Faith scurries around to get the rest. She sets them on the bench.

" So, what is it?" Faith looks at the awkwardly wrapped gifts.

" Well, what fun is it if I tell you what they are? Open them."

Faith shrugs, as if it's all casual, but inside she's like a kid at Christmas. She grabs the long one, and starts to tear off the paper.

Joyce stands back, watching. She smiles as Faith reveals the first gift to be a fine oak artist's easel.

Faith looks at it, mouth slightly open. She touches the wood, and knows it's a good one. Probably cost a lot. Faith looks at Joyce, questioningly.

" Why?"

" Well, I know you love to paint. And I think you're quite good, and don't all the best artists have their own easel?" She smiles. " Anyway, this will allow you to work at home, if you want to. Especially the nudes. You might want more privacy than the community center, you know?"

Faith runs her hand over the polished wood again. She feels tears welling up. God, nobody ever gave a shit about my painting before. Everybody always thought it was stupid.

" I… I can't. I can't accept this," Faith says, standing up. " It’s not right."

" Not right?" Joyce, looking worried, goes over to the easel. She checks it out. " It looks ok to me."

" No, I mean… it’s not right, you giving this to me." I fucking so don't deserve it.

"What? You're an artist. An artist needs good tools to work." Joyce looks at Faith, who's standing a bit away, back to her. " Don't you like it?"

" Oh, god I love it!" Faith turns around, and Joyce sees the tears. " Just, why … I mean… you shouldn't be buying me stuff. It's not right!"

" What? I gave a gift to a good friend. You've been a good friend to me, Faith, these past couple of days. Aren't we friends?"

" Y-Yes," Faith says. " but I thought after last night…"

" Faith," Joyce stands up, going to her. She puts her hand on Faith's arm. " I'm not offended, ok? I just… it's very… look, lets not get silly here, ok? Open the others, please?"

Faith walks over, and picks up a large square package. It's heavy. Tearing off the paper, she sees a box that nearly matches the easel. Opening it, she sees an array of acrylic and oil paints, along with a fresh painting palette.

" Wow, I didn't know there were so many colors…" Faith picks through them, " Ochre? Burnt sienna? Umber?" Faith looks at them, like a kid with a tray of candy. She can't decide which she wants to look at first.

Joyce watches her, seeing her face open up, her expression become one of discovery and wonder. God, such a little thing, and she's so happy.

" It's… wonderful, " Faith looks up, smiling broadly so her dimples are deep. Joyce can't help feeling all warm inside.

" Open the other one, " She says softly.

Faith opens the package, and a variety of brushes are in a canvas apron, ranging in size from fine detail brushes to canvas wash brushes. Also included are a variety of pens, charcoals, and palette knives.

Joyce hands her the final gift. Faith opens it, it's an artist's smock, deep blue in color. Faith rubs her fingers over it. She touches everything, as if she can't believe it's real. She's got sensory overload; she feels like it's Christmas. She tries to be cool, be casual, but her emotions betray her. Tears start running down her face.

" Hey, hey, they're supposed to make you happy," Joyce says, sitting next to Faith. She puts an arm around her.

" I am happy. This is just so…so…" She looks at Joyce. " Why?"

" You're a good artist, Faith. I think someday, you could be a great artist. If you want to."

" This stuff must've cost a fortune."

" Don’t be silly. Anyway, I can write it off as a business expense," Joyce says, " I consider it an investment. You will show exclusively in my gallery, you realize. At least, your first show."

" Show? What? I…"

" Well, not tomorrow, Faith. But I do expect you'll keep it up, and when you're ready… and I have a look at your work… well… I want to be the first to present you to the art world at large, you know?" She smiles at Faith. "Frankly, dear, I'm getting you cheap." She laughs.

Faith looks at the thing Joyce bought her, then at Joyce, and impulsively throws her arms around her, hugging her.

" Faith, Faith!" Joyce laughs, enjoying the girls obvious happiness.

" You're wonderful, you know that? I think you're…" Faith just buries her head in Joyce's shoulder.

Joyce is touched to her heart by Faith's reaction. She had just meant it as sort of a " sorry I got weird" present, sort of making up for acting like a fool last night. She never expected Faith to react so… strongly.

" Faith, if anyone is ' wonderful', it's been you. You've made my stay here in Boston special. You've treated me well, and been a real friend to me. Cheered me up a lot. I'll never forget my time here. Or you."

Faith looks up.

" What? What are you saying?" Faith feels a chill in the pit of her stomach.

" Faith, I have to go. I've been here in Boston a lot longer than I expected to be. I still have to go to New York, then home. I have a family that needs me, and I have a business to get back to."

" You're leaving?"

" Faith, you knew I had to leave sometime. Things are piling up back home, and I can't keep putting them off, " She looks at the younger woman. " I can't tell you how special this time we've had has been to me, or how special a girl you are."

" You're leaving?" Faith repeats, feeling like she's collapsing inside. " When?"

" Tomorrow, Faith. I really need to attend an Art Auction in Manhattan on Sunday, and I need a day to look over the offered pieces. I really have to leave tomorrow."

" Blow it off, " Faith says, looking at her.

" What?"

" Blow it off. Spend the weekend with me. I'm going up to Salem for the weekend. There's going to be a music festival on Sunday. I'd want…no, I need you to come with me. Please, Joyce, come with me to Salem!"

" Faith, no… I can't just blow it off. This is my business, Faith. My reputation as a gallery owner. And I have family, Faith. Family I haven't seen in a couple of months. I can't just run away with you to some music festival. I have responsibilities."

" And, they'll still be there Monday. But spend the weekend with me… I want to get to know you better, Joyce. I need to! Please, come with me to Salem."

" Faith…"

" Don't you like me? Don't you like spending time with me?"

" Yes, of course, "Joyce admits, " I love spending time with you. But I can't just…"

" Why not? Do something impulsive for once, Joyce. Do something a little crazy. You've been wife and mom and business owner for what? 20 years. You're always taking care of your family, or your business. But when do you take care of you? When do you do something you want to do, just because YOU want to do it? Never? When does Joyce get some time off? When does Joyce get her time?"

Without even realizing it, Faith hit the exact thing that's been on Joyce's mind since she started this trip. When is it her time? Not mom time, not wife time, not businesswoman time? But Joyce time? Time when Joyce can have some fun, do something she wants to do, and not feel guilty about it? Joyce, consciously and unconsciously, has been asking herself that very thing throughout this trip.

So, Joyce. Maybe this is that time. Time you did what you wanted, for once. Maybe this is your only chance. Maybe…

" Ok," Joyce says quietly, still not believing she's doing this.

" What?" Faith feels her heart start hammering. " Ok?"

" Ok, "Joyce repeats, louder. She nods." Yes, I'll do it. I'll go to Salem with you."

" Really?" Faith almost can't believe it. It was almost too easy. She expected to sit her an hour to argue about it. She looks at Joyce, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

" Yes, really. I'll go. I'd love to."

Suddenly, Joyce is almost bowled over when Faith literally throws herself at Faith, wrapping her in her arms. She kisses Joyce, who's been wanting that kiss since this morning, and not even knowing it.

" I promise," Faith says, after the kiss breaks. " You won't be sorry."

Joyce just looks at her, and smiles enigmatically. Even if I am, it doesn't matter. I want this. I NEED this!

" So, ummm…" Faith realizes it's really happening now, and has to work out the details. " I'll pick you up tomorrow? At your hotel? We'll go from there?"

" Sounds good to me, Faith, " Joyce says.

She sits there a minute, still tasting Faith on her lips. She looks at Faith, and smiles shyly.

" Think I could get another one of those?" She licks her lips.

Faith draws her into her arms, giving her a long, wet, warm kiss.

As she feels herself responding, and her mind starts to give into the kiss, a thought crosses it.

Is this wrong? Am I screwing up here? What if I…

Then she stops thinking, and just enjoys the kiss.

To be continued.