Change of Season

A Change of Seasons, Part 4b

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The two women, giggling and laughing, open the door to the guest house where they're staying. The pause in the doorway for a long, languid kiss, hands caressing each other fondly and intimately. Breaking the kiss, they make they're way up the stairs to their suite.

Upstairs outside their suite of rooms, Faith unlocks the door with her key card, and they enter.

Joyce looks at the bed, seeing the tray with Champagne and chocolates on it. She turns to Faith, a teasing little smile on her face.

" You little minx. Now I know why you slipped away to make that call. You bad girl, " She walks over to Faith, putting her arms around her. " What'm I going to do with you?"

"Hmmm," Faith smirks. "I got some ideas"

They kiss hotly, hands starting to fumble with each other's clothing. Buttons get popped, and things get pulled and ripped as each tries to set a new lands speed record getting each other undressed while in a major lip lock. Finally, giggling, realizing the futility of it, they step back from each other, deciding to undress themselves.

Faith pauses, watching as Joyce gets undressed, lust gleaming in her eyes.

Joyce has a classic swimmer's body; pert breasts, long torso and long legs. She's showing some maturity: Her hips are wider, her waist thicker than when she was Faith's age, and her rear end is a bit larger than she likes, but all in all she is still a very appealing woman.

Noticing Faith staring at her, she turns away, blushing.

"What, honey?" Faith says, coming over to her. She notices Joyce trying to cover up her stomach. " What is it?" She pulls away Joyce's arms

She notices Joyce's stretch marks. " Is this it, baby?" She rubs her hands lightly over Joyce's stomach. " I think they're sexy. Means you've had kids. How beautiful is that?" She blushes, and looks down. " I'd like to have kids someday… don't think it'll be happening…"

"Now, that isn't necessarily so, Faith," Joyce says, coming over and pulling Faith closer," these days, you can have kids without sleeping with a guy. Artificial insemination… you could even adopt if you wanted…" She looks at Faith's body.

Even through the clothing, she can tell Faith has a more sensually, voluptuously curved body.

" You've got what my mom used to say as being birthing hips. Nice and round ." She hugs Faith. " It really could happen."

" Yeah… but I want to find the right partner first," Faith looks at Joyce. " Maybe I have," She whispers softly.

" You're so sweet," Joyce cries. She pulls Faith close, kissing her.

They stand like that awhile, kissing warmly, loving the way they feel against each other.

"Wait, wait," Faith gasps, the kiss leaving her breathless. " There's more."

" More?" Joyce asks.

Faith takes her hand, and leads her to the bathroom. Turning on the light, she leads her inside.

Joyce first notices the smell of peach wafting through the air. Looking down, she sees the Jacuzzi filled and swirling. She smiles.

"That looks wonderful," She walks over and sticks a toe in the water." Perfect."

Faith watches her, feeling all sorts of tingles watching the nude Joyce move. God, does she even realize how incredibly hot she is? Faith grabs one of the robes hanging on the door, putting it over her arm.

" You're still dressed. Aren't you coming in?"

" In a bit, babe. I just want to get some stuff." Faith says, disappearing back in to the room.

Joyce watches her go, thinking she's incredibly sexy, even clothed. She grins, a little libidinously, Just got to love the way her body fills those jeans, she snickers, watching Faith's ass sway.

Walking to the edge of the tub, she steps in, lowering herself into the warm water. A happy sigh escapes her, and she leans back, letting the water cover her to her neck. She wiggles her toes, and feels her muscles start to relax. She luxuriates in the peach scented water as her tensions start to float away. She languidly kicks her legs, liking the way the jets of the Jacuzzi feel against her skin.

Faith walks in, clothed in the robe that barely covers her hips. It's fairly obvious she's wearing nothing beneath it. She's carrying a tray containing the champagne, two glasses and the chocolates. She stops, watching Joyce relax in the water. She feels a strong quiver in her mound, and her nipples definitely come to attention. She walks over to the tub, and sits on the edge handing Joyce a glass of champagne.

" Thought this might go nice with," She smiles, sitting close to Joyce's head.

"Thank you," Joyce looks back and up. She smiles, noticing Faith's current state of undress. Hmmm, very nice, she thinks as she sips her champagne, enjoying the warmth of the tub enveloping her, and the soft bubbles in her mouth. She licks her lips, and takes another sip. " Aren't you coming in?"

Faith is idly playing with Joyce's hair, running her hands through it.

" I thought maybe I'd like to wash your hair?" She says quietly, her hand trails down, brushing against Joyce's neck. Joyce feels some sweet tingles run through her body.

" That would be nice," Joyce moves closer to Faith, her head laying on her thigh.

Faith reaches over Joyce to get the shampoo and conditioner, and Joyce gets a definite sweet view of Faith under her robe. She feels shivers and feels a little naughty. She wonders how this girl makes her so excited about looking at her, being with her.

Faith with Joyce's consent grabs the sprayer near the faucets gently leans Joyce forward, wetting down her hair. She then puts a generous amount of shampoo in her hand, and slowly begins to work it into Joyce's hair and scalp.

" Oh, that's so nice, " Joyce sighs softly, loving the feel of Faith's hand massaging her head and scalp. " you do that very well." She giggles, " you've done this before, haven't you?"

" Maybe," Faith smiles, running her fingers through Joyce's hair. Pushing her up gently, she holds up Joyce's hair and kisses her softly on the nape of the neck, getting a 'groan ' out of Joyce. She rubs the nape, Joyce signaling her approval by wiggling her shoulders and arching her neck backwards.

Faith moves her hands down to Joyce's shoulders, and begins to massage them. Joyce leans her head back, loving the massage. She makes happy cooing noises. Faith leans over, and lightly kisses her neck.

" You're being awfully sweet," Joyce smiles happily, looking up at Faith.

Faith gently pushes her forward, and starts rinsing the shampoo out of Joyce's hair. After she finishes, she leans Joyce back so she's laying her head on Faith's thigh. Faith leans over and kisses her. Joyce kisses her back, eagerly. Faith lets her hand slip down over Joyce's chest, brushing against Joyce's nipples. Joyce gasps, surprised, then arcs her arm around Faith's head, holding her in the kiss. Faith, encouraged, strums her palm over Joyce's chest. Joyce whimpers, kissing her more intensely.

Faith breaks the kiss, and withdraws her hand. Joyce looks as if she just lost her favorite toy. Faith laughs softly.

" Hold on, greedy," She teases her, " We still have to condition."

She begins to work the conditioner into Joyce's hair, again rubbing her scalp. Joyce murmurs her approval, and Faith moves her fingers down, stroking her neck.

" You're being such a tease," Joyce murmurs, " Do you have any idea how excited your getting me?"

Faith leans over Joyce, checking out her erect nipples. " Oh, a little. Unless you're cold, baby." She laughs.

" You're bad, you know that?" Joyce complains, smiling.

" Oh, yeah" Faith pushes her forward, " now, let me rinse out the conditioner."

Faith uses the spray to get all of the conditioner out of Joyce's hair, and comes through the locks with her fingers. Finally she brings Joyce's head back to rest on her thigh, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

" There, all done," She says. She reaches down and gives Joyce's breasts a little squeeze, eliciting a pleased gasp.

" If the shampoo girl was as good as you, I'd probably tip her 50 bucks," Joyce giggles.

" IF the shampoo girl did what I did, I'd probably be jealous," Faith teases. She takes Joyce's glass, and refills it, handing it to her.

She sits there for awhile, idly stroking Joyce's hair.

" Are you ever getting in and joining me?" Joyce, feeling a tiny buzz from the wine, complains. "I mean, you get to see me in all my glory. When do I get to see your cute little body?"

Faith smiles wickedly. She leans over Joyce. " Oh, you didn't get a good look this morning, then?"

Joyce blushes a nice shade of deep pink.

" I…I…"

" Shhh, " Faith giggles, " I wanted you to look at me. I like you looking at me" She leans over, " So, did you get a good look?"

" It was nice. I mean, you looked nice… oh, my…" Joyce feels so very embarrassed and silly.

" Nice? Just nice?" Faith stands up, and untying the belt, let's the robe slither off her. " You don't think I'm pretty?" She does a slow turn for Joyce, thrusting out her best assets.

No, not pretty. Gorgeous, stunning, good god I'm getting all hot over a girl… very nice ass…

" You're very beautiful, Faith," Joyce says, then smirks." And you're quite aware of it, I'm sure." There's a definite lusty quiver in her voice.

" Maybe, " Faith says, giving her ass a little wiggle, "Still, a girl doesn't mind hearing it again." She walks over to Joyce. She squats down by her head, her thighs on either side of her ears. " So, I was wondering…" She leans over, kissing Joyce softly on the lips. "… if maybe you want company in there?"

Joyce can't help but feel a little nervous, being confronted so up close and personal with Faith's mound. Nervous, and excited, and somewhat tingly, because she can smell Faith's growing arousal. Am I doing that to her? She feels somewhat pleased. And somewhat aroused herself.

" You better get your ass in here, " Joyce says, a little hoarsely. Then blushes. " Oh my, did I just say that?"

Faith laughs, her body bouncing just a little. " Oh yeah you did. You're so commanding. I like that"

Taking the invite, she slips into the water, moving over to grab the liquid soap and sponge. She returns to Joyce, smiling. " Hi."

"Hi," Joyce says, feeling suddenly shy again, confronted by the very naked Faith. She takes a large swallow of her champagne.

" Don't worry, Joyce, " Faith says softly and soothingly, " Not going to hurt you. If I do anything that makes you feel uncomfy, just say so. I'll stop." She opens her arms, " now, please come here."

Joyce, feeling nervous and giddy, like a schoolgirl on her first date, shyly comes over and slips into Faith's arms. Faith leans her chin on Joyce's shoulder. She whispers into Joyce's ear." You're very beautiful, you know, " Faith says , kissing her ear.

Joyce shivers in pleasure.

" Is it ok if I wash you a little?" Faith asks softly.

" I'd like that," Joyce says, feeling very warm and safe in Faith's arms. She leans back against Faith.

Faith pours some liquid soap on the sponge, and starts rubbing the sponge over Joyce's shoulders and upper chest. Joyce wiggles back into Faith, getting more comfy, loving the feeling. She sighs happily. Faith gradually moves the sponge lower, soaping between her breasts, then moving it over and gently rubbing it over her breasts and nipples.

Joyce feels strong tingles run from her breasts to her crotch, and she gasps , sighing deeply. She turns to Faith.

" What are…" Faith cover's Joyce's mouth with her own. "… mmmm" Joyce gives into the kiss willingly, feeling Faith's tongue invade her mouth.

Faith continues to run the sponge over Joyce's breasts, eliciting a soft moan from Joyce.

The kiss breaks, and Joyce, feeling wonderful, allows her head to loll back onto Faith's shoulder.

" That feels … so… nice." She sighs, her nipples achingly hard." Please do that more," She whispers, as she feels a strong quiver in her pussy.

Faith complies, rubbing the sponge gently over Joyce's breasts. Joyce leans back, in heaven.

Faith leans in, and they kiss. A very passionate kiss, Joyce expressing her growing excitement. There tongues dance together, moving from mouth to mouth, caressing and making love to each other. Little moans and whimpers could be heard from Joyce as Faith continued to manipulate the sponge over her breasts.

" You make me feel so good," Joyce breathes, leaning against Faith when the kiss ends. She becomes very aware of Faith's breasts against her back, and feels Faith's crotch pressed against her rear.

Faith lets go of the sponge, letting it float on the water as she uses her hands to caress Joyce's breasts. She cups them, holding them gently but firmly, and uses her thumbs to massage the nipples and areolas. Joyce's body moves, almost unconsciously, reacting to Faith's stimulations.

Joyce turns her face towards Faith again, and again they kiss, Joyce putting passion into the kiss. Her arm comes up, and she cups Faith's head, kissing her heatedly.

She leans her head next to Faiths when the kiss ends. Faith retrieves the floating sponge, adds another squirt of soap, and begins to wash down Joyce's body. Joyce sighs, and leans into Faith, enjoying the sensual pleasure of Faith bathing her.

Faith moves the sponge around, carefully avoiding her mound. She washes her tummy, her thighs, and her side, all getting approving little coos from Joyce. When she finally moves it to lower center, Joyce gasps.

" Is this ok?" Faith asks, softly

" Y-Yes," Joyce says, unused to the sensations flooding her.

" Joyce, listen to me," Faith moves her hand up, rubbing Joyce's tummy.

" Yes?" Joyce says, a small whimper in her tone. She misses that touch.

" I love you Joyce, " Faith says, frankly, " I adore you. I think I fell in love with you that first day I saw you in the museum, how you took command so casually, without thought, all to make me not look like a fool." She leans in, " you're a phenomenal woman Joyce, Let me love you."

" Faith," Joyce turned, trying to see Faith's face. " I'll admit, I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I don't know if it's love or not, though. I know I care about you, and don't want to hurt you."

" I know, I'm not asking you to love me right now, all I want is that you be open to it, ok? Don't let the fact that I'm a woman exclude you from loving me…"

" I won't, Faith," Joyce says softly, " I care about you, and love being with you. You touching me is fantastic. I didn't consider the whole gender thing. You just … oh man, ok, maybe I am a little in love with you, Faith. You make me feel like I can't remember ever feeling… is that bad?"

The smile on Faith's face, the look of love in her eyes, all say that her heart thinks it's wonderful. " That's not bad at all, " She says.

She slips her hand down, and starts to gently strum her fingers over Joyce's slit. " Do you like that? Does it feel good?"

" Oh, god, it's wonderful, " Joyce's breath comes out in pants. " Kiss me?"

Faith leans in, and Joyce brings her arm up around her head. They share a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues fly between their mouths, each seeking loving attention. Faith slips a finger between Joyce's swollen lips, and Joyce gasps softly into her mouth.

As Faith gently pumps her finger in and out of Joyce's vulva, her thumb touching and teasing Joyce's clit, her other hand comes up, and begins to love play with her breasts, touching them, teasing the nipples, pinching, rubbing, caressing. Joyce moans softly into Faith's mouth, her eager kiss expressing her delight and approval.

Joyce's emotions begin to mix and swirl with the physical sensations Faith is giving her. Her heart beats fast in her chest, and her breath comes in shallow pants. Inside, her feelings are deepening rapidly and irrevocably.

No one has ever made Joyce feel this special, this loved, this wanted before. Even in the early days of their relationship, Hank never expressed such desire and affection for her. She's well aware that Faith is another woman, and all her upbringing says that loving another woman isn't acceptable. But her heart sings a different song. Her instincts tell her that loving this woman is very right. The way she looks at her, kisses her, touches her; the thoughtfulness and caring, the obvious adoration she feels, captures Joyce's heart in a tightly chained bond. It's in this moment, when Faith is slowly bringing her to her first female to female orgasm, that Joyce realizes she's in love with Faith. That Faith makes her happy, and that she wants Faith to be a part of her life.

The fires Faith is creating in her pussy, swirl in her groin and shoot throughout her body. Her long celibacy broken, her physical needs bubble to the surface, intensifying after long repression.

Her whole body reacts to what's happening, her hips swaying against faith, her back arching a little, her muscles tensing and relaxing. Her breathing becomes even shallower, and her body flushes as her blood, heated by her desire, floods through her. Her kisses become more insistent, fiercer as the spring of her orgasm is wound tighter and tighter by Faith's wonderful touches. She feels her body tremble, and she leans back against Faith, her moans erupting loudly out of her mouth. She feels Faith's arm cuddle her protectively as her hand continues to drive the fires deep inside her. The heat increases as she feels a series of spasms deep inside her pussy. Her brain flashes patterns of light, and a gentle mist seems to stop conscious thinking. All she can do is lean back, let the sensations drive her as her moans become one long song of love.

The orgasms rip through her, one after another. She shudders and shivers in the warm water, only conscious of Faith holding her, kissing her neck and softly saying over and over to just relax, enjoy it don't fight it let it happen. Her body bucks hard against Faith, and she feels surrounded by a loving haze of water and arms. Slowly, the shudders and shivering subside, and she relaxes back into Faith. She opens her eyes to see Faith staring at her, half smiling, her eyes shining in love.

" Hi," Faith smiles, her voice full of tender concern. " Are you ok?"

" Oh my god," Joyce half moans, half sighs. She twists in Faith's arm, throwing her arms around Faith's neck, She buries her face in Faith's shoulder. "I've never felt anything so …" She starts to shudder again, and tears sting at her eyes, falling down her cheeks.

" Hey, hey!" Faith cuddles her. She looks at Joyce's face. " I didn't hurt you, did I? I …you're ok, right?"

" Oh god, Faith, that was so beyond wonderful," Joyce starts kissing her neck madly, " I've never felt anything…" She cups Faith's face, kissing her all over her face.

" Hey girl, it's ok," Faith giggles under Joyce's eager kisses. She rubs her back and body, " I'm glad it was good…"

" Good?" Joyce stares at her wide eyed, " It gets better? That's only good?" She begins smothering Faith in kisses again.

" Geeze, I'm better than I thought," Faith chuckles, loving Joyce's reaction. She gently pushes her away, then takes her into a loving embrace. " I guess it was better than good. I was afraid you weren’t going to like it."

" I've never felt anything like that in my life, " Joyce breathes, her hands starting to caress over Faith's smooth back, " I… oh god, I love you Faith. I love you so much," her mouth locks on Faith in a heated, passionate kiss.

Faith feels her heart swell. Joyce said the very thing she longed to hear.

She's a realist though. She knows Joyce has a life, family, responsibilities that don’t include her. She knows she has to be careful, to guard her heart against the almost inevitable possibility that they'll part. Desperately she holds onto that last little piece of her heart she hasn't given Joyce, knowing that if she loses that, she's lost.

But she feels her grip slipping. Joyce's declaration, her hot kisses, the things that make her wonderful and special in Faith's heart all are tugging at that last little piece. And finally, Faith feels it snatched away. She's lost. And right now, this moment, she doesn't care.

Her hand slide over Joyce's wet body, her fires building in her. She stands, Joyce clinging to her, and somehow manages to get them both safely onto the dryer floor of the bathroom.

She almost can't let her go, but she forces herself to. Grabbing a towel, she starts to dry down Joyce, who is just staring at her, her eyes full of love and lust.

As she's kneeling before Joyce, her face scant inches from Joyce's mound, she almost gives into the temptation to grab Joyce's hips and bury her face in her pussy, licking and taking her right there. But she restrains herself, knowing she wants each bit of tonight to be special to Joyce, be unforgettable for both of them. Her heart's survival depends on it.

She quickly dries herself off, then stands, to be wrapped lovingly in Joyce's arms. They kiss, and their bodies move together as if they've been together for a very long time. Little happy noises are heard from each, and they become the four legged, two backed monster walking out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

Faith finally breaks the kiss, and gently guides Joyce to sit on the bed. She sits across from her, lapping her legs over Joyce's. She smiles, taking Joyce's hand.

" I know this is all new to you, baby, " Faith says, squeezing her hand reassuringly," and I want you to be able to touch me and not feel weird about it. Ok?" With her free hand, she gently strokes Joyce's arm." So, what I want you to do is just look at me, get used to how I look. Then, when you feel ready, touch me. Any part you wanna touch. It won't hurt me, I promise, ok?"

Joyce nods, and Faith lets her hand go.

Joyce takes a little time just looking at Faith frankly. Faith feels her body blush, seeing the frank appraisal and approval in Joyce's eyes. Despite her bravado, she's still shy about someone openly looking at her. Still, there's a thrill of excitement because she sees Joyce very much likes what's she's viewing.

Joyce slowly reaches out, and starts to caress Faith's arm. Faith smiles, and scoots a little closer, making it easier. Joyce loves the soft, smooth feel of Faith's skin under her hand. Her hand drops, and she starts caressing Faith's thigh. Her fingers move inward, and Faith gasps a little.

" I'm sorry, did that… was that bad?" Joyce withdraws her hand.

" Oh, no, that was very good," Faith breathes. "You've done this before, haven't you?" She teases.

Joyce blushes prettily, but begins to stroke Faith's thigh again. After a bit, without lifting her hand, she sweeps it upward, making Faith shiver a little when the tips brush her erect nipple. Joyce smiles, noting Faith's nipples.

" Does that feel nice? Do you like that?" She asks softly. Faith nods enthusiastically.

Joyce smiles; using both hands, she begins sweeping them over Faith's chest and tummy. Faith sighs, leaning back on her arms, arching her upper body towards Joyce. Joyce, emboldened, moves closer, and gently cups Faith's breasts. Faith sighs loudly.

" Oh yes, very much yes to that, Joy," Faith looks at her. " I love that!"

Joyce, imitating Faith's early actions, rubs her thumbs over Faith's nipples, watching the nubs swell. Faith moans softly, and thrusts her breasts out further, wanting more.

Joyce leans over, and making a choice, takes Faith's nipple in her mouth. A low groan emits from Faith, and her hands come up to cradle Joyce's head.

" Very good instincts there, Joyce," Faith says, her voice hoarse. She runs her hands through Joyce's hair.

Joyce suckles on Faith's nipples, knowing how much she loves her own breasts being kissed. She tentatively licks the nipple, and by Faith's reaction, she teases the nipple more, feeling it swell harder against her tongue.

" Oh, god, Joyce, you're making me sooo…" Faith sighs loudly" … hot… I'm so…wet…"

More from curiosity than by design, Joyce runs a hand along Faith's thigh, reaching her mound and feeling Faith's wetness. Faith's hips jerk a little, not expecting the move, then they instinctively move towards Joyce's hand.

Joyce, fascinated, lets go of Faith's breast, and looks down. She starts stroking Faith's slit, noting the lips are puffy and red. Faith shivers, and starts to pant.

" God, Joyce, you're sooo fucking….god…"

Joyce smiles, seeing how much her touches are pleasing her lover. By instinct, she leans over and kisses Faith's other breast, while stroking her.

Faith, her fire starting to burn hot, shivers and shudders under Joyce's touch. God, she's a fucking natural. She's making me… oh god sooo fine…yes baby that's very nice… Faith groans when Joyce playfully bites her nipple.

" Harder, Joyce," Faith gasps," Bite it harder." Joyce does, and Faith groans deeply.

Joyce feels the edges of Faith's lips separate, and she gently pushes her finger into Faith. Faith groans again, and her legs open, giving Joyce better access. Her arms shaky, she falls back on the bed, surprising Joyce.

" Are you ok?" She asks worriedly.

" God, yes, I… just keep doing what your doing…"

Joyce smiles, and leaning over, starts raining tiny kisses on Faith's chest.

Faith giggles." That tickles" She hiccups, and then sighs when Joyce switches to long slow strokes over her breasts with her tongue. " Oh, yes, very, very, very nice Joy" She sighs happily. Dammit, she's going to be teaching me things soon!

Joyce, encourage by Faith's words and responses, pushes her fingers deeper into Faith, getting a loud gasp and some happy moans and coos. She begins to pump her, remember her own little ' self help' sessions she did when she was extremely needy.

Joyce, really loving how she's pleasing Faith, starts kissing and licking her all over her upper body, as her fingers pump rapidly in and out of her pussy. She looks up to see Faith looking down at her, eyes lidded, smiling broadly. Joyce feels her heart beat faster, knowing Faith is getting the sweet attention she so deserves.

Faith is going crazy inside, trying not to move too violently under Joyce's ministrations. But the rivers of fire are flowing hotly inside, and her control weakens. Her body starts to shiver and buck, as the orgasm builds up in her.

Soon, she's out of control, her body squirming, shuddering and shaking as a huge orgasm rips through her, and her cum flows out of her lips down her thighs.

Joyce, seeing this, smiles. Experimentally, she brings Faith's honey to her mouth, and stabs her tongue at it. She's never even tasted herself before, and the taste is new to her. Sweet and musky, she finds she likes the taste, and licks the rest off her finger.

She turns, and seeing Faith still shaking, she lies down next to her, cuddling her. Faith gradually settles down, and opens her eyes. She looks at Joyce, amazed.

" Ok, you're not telling me something. You've done this before," She teases Joyce, taking her into a hug.

" No, really…I dunno, I just went with your cues, and kind of imitated what you did to me, and remembered what I liked and …"

" It was wonderful, Joyce," Faith says, pulling her close. " So wonderful." She kisses Joyce warmly.

They kiss and cuddle for awhile, hands exploring each other's body, lips seeking and getting lots and lots of kisses.

Then Faith rolls Joyce over, and she sits up.

Joyce looks at her questioningly. Faith leans over, and kisses her hotly. Joyce opens her mouth, accepting Faith's dominating tongue. Soon she's moaning, loving the kiss.

Faith breaks the kiss, and begins kissing Joyce all over her body.

" Again?" Joyce gasps." I dunno, Faith… I'm kind of… oh… my… ok…that's very nice… ummm… ok… I like that… oh… that's… oh my… mmmm… uh-huh…uh-uuhhh…."

Faith is kissing and licking every little bit of Joyce that's available to her tongue and lips. She moves slowly, wanting her to get comfortable, be easy about what she plans to do next. She studiously avoids her mound, kissing, licking, and occasionally sweeping her fingers over Joyce's body.

Faith moves down, planting raspberry kisses on Joyce's tummy. Joyce wiggles and giggles.

" That tickles," She laughs, enjoying Faith's playfulness.

Faith starts darting her tongue in Joyce's navel, and Joyce wriggles a little, the sensation being so new… and nice… she sighs.

Faith turns around, and starts down towards Joyce's feet. Joyce, never having seen a woman from this angle before, stares at the picture before her. A nice, shapely ass, curving gracefully into her hips and thighs. Her vulva, lips close, looking like a little half peach. God, so cute, and beautiful. Never realized how it would look… and liking it a whole lot. Playfully, Joyce reaches out, and slides her finger between Faith's slit and her little rosette behind, causing Faith to jump.

" Joyce!" Faith protests, but her smile gives her away. " That's nasty!"

Joyce does it again, and Faith giggles. " Stop it, you're ruining my concentration, " Faith protests, but her butt wiggling gives her away.

Joyce grins, and keeps taking finger swipes at Faith's butt. For a moment, Faith give in, loving the hot sensations Joyce's finger is sending through her.

" Stop it!" Faith growls playfully, pulling her butt out of range. Probably one of the hardest things she's ever done. " I've created a monster." She shakes her head. " God, I'm working here!"

" You've got such a cute lil butt," Joyce says, and another blush floods her." God, that …I'm sorry."

" I'm not, " Faith winks at her," I'm glad you think my ass is cute."

Faith, break over, lowers her head to Joyce's feet. Joyce laughs when she starts licking her toes.

" That tickles!" She wiggles around, giggling. The giggles dry up when Faith takes her toe in her mouth, sucking on it.

Little soft tingles shoot up her leg, right to her pussy. Joyce moans softly, never realizing that she likes her toes sucked, and how damned GOOD it feels. She lays back, letting the sensations roll through her.

Faith kisses and sucks each toe in turn, encouraged by Joyce's soft coos and moans. She takes her and rubs Joyce's foot, eliciting sighs of comfort and happiness. Then she starts kissing her way up Joyce's legs.

Joyce sighs, feeling a little hazy, never realizing one's legs were major erogenous zones. But Faith's licks, bites, and fingers were making her crazy-hot, and she started wishing Faith would finger her again. Her pussy was leaking a little, she could feel it, and pulsating. She was very tingly all over. Idly, she starts to play with her breasts, loving the additional tingles flowing to her center.

The Faith reaches her mound, and looks at the swollen cherry lips. Licking her lips hungrily, she still restrains from diving right in. She leans over, and gently blows across Joyce's lips.

Joyce, taken unaware, bucks up instinctively. She gasps. She looks down at Faith, who's puffing away.

Faith looks up at her, seeing Joyce's eyes sparkling in the light. She smiles, and gently lowers her head between her thighs. She slips out her tongue, and uses it to draw a slow line along Joyce's slit. She hears a gasp, followed by a deep moan.

Joyce has never had oral sex. Even when Hank tried to get her to suck him off, he wouldn't offer to reciprocate. She asked him one time, and he made a face like the thought was nasty. She didn't say anything, but she felt a strong resentment because of it.

Now this amazing woman is licking her, sending incredible hot fires through her, and it just made her melt. And, looking down, she could see Faith looking up at her, questioning her with her eyes. Joyce smiles, and Faith, encouraged, gets busy

She gently pulls Joyce's lips apart, and pushes her tongue in, caressing her inner lips. Joyce feels as if little fire needles are running through her blood, and her body starts to squirm, the pleasure is so intense.

God so good so damned good mmmm oh my god oh my god that's…

Her body starts to buck, and she feels Faith's hands slipping around her, holding on.

Faith slides her tongue deeper, pushing through the inner lips , invading her vaginal canal. She presses her face to Joyce's vulva, trying to get as deep as possible.

Joyce is in heaven. As Faith tongues her, she feels as if her body is floating on a soft cloud. She feels all the tensions winding up and breaking inside her, and every little cell of her body seems to be singing. Nothing has ever brought her to this place before; she never ever wants to leave.

Then Faith reaches around, and starts stroking her clit.

Joyce's cloud suddenly develops rocket boosters, and she feels like she's on a roller coaster ride, swerving here and there, up and down, side to side. Fireballs start to flash before her, and her body starts seriously bucking and swaying. Almost by instinct, her hands reach down to hold Faith's head in place.

Faith needs no help. It would take two very strong muscle men to pry her away from Joyce right now. She's very addicted to pussy, and loves eating it almost as much as she loves chocolate. No, wait, more. The smells of an aroused woman intoxicates her, and the taste is to die for. The way she feels about Joyce, her love, makes this particularly sweet. She can't get enough of Joyce's sweet musky honey, and she continues to lick at her madly.

Joyce is squirming on the bed madly, her face flushed and rolling side to side. Her moans are loud, and she feels all her reservations break like weak strings.

" Do it, baby, just like that. That's…oh god, that's sooo wonderful… baby yes…yes… OH YES right there baby do that again… oh baby… god I ... that's sooo oh my god my god my god… YES…Baby YESSS YESSS YESSSSSSSS!"

Her orgasm tears through her like a Tsunami, drowning her in a wave of intense, mind shattering pleasure.

IT doesn't stop there. Just as the first orgasm hits, another follows it, even larger, even more devastating. Then another and another seem to shred her to bits of floating dust, as she experiences her first multiple orgasm.

Faith, her face covered in Joyce's cum, smiles, sensing this is a big one for Joyce. She continues to push her, being relentless in her manipulations. She wants it to continue as long as possible, make it as sweet and memorable for Joyce as she can.

" I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU! OH GOD FAITH BABY I ADORE YOU! " Joyce screams as yet more orgasm hit her. Her mind shatters, and she just shudders and shakes violently. She feels as if her whole body has become one huge vagina, squeezing and opening, contracting and expanding. Her eyes roll up in her head, and her mind, unable to take anymore simply collapses. She faints.

Faith, realizing Joyce has stopped moving, looks up. She sees Joyce laying there, her mouth open, not moving. She feels the ice of panic grip her tummy.

" Oh no, oh no!" She cries softly. She pushes up, and crawls up to Joyce. " Joyce, wake up," she starts to gently pat Joyce's face. Getting no response, she slaps her harder. " Joyce, baby, please wake up!" Faith is scared. Oh no, oh god no! I've killed her ! I've KILLED her! I gave her a heart attack and she.. oh god NO! Can't… " Joyce! " She slaps her hard, " Wake up, oh please wake up!" She starts to feel tears in her eyes. " Wake up!"

Joyce, finally feeling the slaps, pops open her eyes, and not getting it, stares stupidly at Faith.

" Faith! Stop… stop slapping me!" Joyce finally says, her mind snapping back to the present. " I'm ok, really!"

" Oh my god, Oh my god! I thought I killed you! Oh god, Joyce, I'm sooo sorry I didn't mean to hurt you! God, I'm such a …"

Joyce stops her words and panic by pulling her into a kiss. Faith gradually calms down, and gives into the kiss.

When it breaks, they look at each other. Their arms wrap around each other, and they kiss again.

When the kiss breaks, they hold each other tightly.

" Are you sure you're ok?" Faith asks, still a little worried. She's never had a lover faint on her before. " I can call a doctor or something if you want. I mean, I never meant to…"

" Oh my god, I sure hope you meant to!" Joyce exclaims. She pulls Faith even closer. " I've never had anything like that in my life. I thought after what you did to me in the bath, it couldn't be better. Damn, I was sooo wrong." She kisses Faith's face furiously. " I've never felt so incredible in my life."

They kiss and cuddle for awhile longer, each loving the way they feel together.

Joyce is incredibly happy. Faith has shown her a world of love and loving she's never experienced. They've shared something intimate and precious. Something she's never had before; something she hopes she'll have a lot more of.

Faith is beyond happy. Her feelings are all light and airy and soft and glow-y. She looks at this woman in her arms and her heart becomes a puddle of warm soft goo. She's never felt like this about anyone.

At that moment, as sleep claims them and their eyes shut, there is probably no happier person in this world than Faith.

Good night, sweet children. Sweet dreams.

6

Joyce wakes the next morning as the sun caresses her face.

She feels warm and woozy and wonderful. For a moment, she forgets where she is, and wonders what happened. Then the memory of last night comes to her, and she smiles sleepily. She snuggles down a bit, wanting to hold onto this feeling. Then she realizes she wants to kiss Faith good morning, lots of kisses, and turns to her.

Faith's side of the bed is empty.

Furrowing her brow, Joyce sits up. No Faith? Where'd she go?

Then the sound of the shower penetrates her sleep fog, and she smiles. Then, she smiles wickedly.

Slipping out of bed, shivering a little from the morning chill, she starts walks towards the bathroom. The phone in the suite rings, bringing her to a halt. Who could that be? Who knows we're here? . A sudden panic hits her. I left this as an emergency number! What if one of the girls is hurt? Or both! Guilt hits her like a hammer. Taking the phone from Faith, she puts it to her ear.

"Hello?" She says, quietly. She's still a little foggy from sleep.

" Hello, Joyce," An all to familiar voices says over the phone.

Joyce feels her brain clear instantly, as her heart sink into her stomach. Hank! Sighing, she looks towards the bathroom. She'll probably be busy for awhile longer.

" What is it, Hank? Why are you calling? Are the girls ok? How'd you get this number?"

" Strange about that. I called the Wyndham, wanting to talk to you. You weren't there, but you hadn't checked out, either. I told the desk clerk it was important I reach you, and he gave me this number." He pauses, then adds. " So, how are you Joyce?"

" Hank, what's this about?" Joyce says, impatiently. Any discussions with Hank lately have been disagreeable at best." Can't whatever it is wait until I'm back in California?"

" No, actually, it can't wait Joyce," Hank says, his voice a little distant." I'm in Salem, at a little café across from your hotel room. I need to see you… say? half an hour."

Hank? Here? How?

" What are you doing in Massachusetts, Hank?"

" I'll explain that when I see you Joyce," Hank says, confidently." Name of the place is The Salem Café. Be here in 30 minutes. It's important."

" Hank, I can't just drop everything and…"

" Be here in 30 minutes," Hank's voice has gone very firm." Trust me, you won't like the consequences if you don't show." He hangs up in her ear.

Joyce stares at the phone. She feels a little sick.

God, why did he have to show up here? What does he want? Why does he have to ruin everything? Joyce frowns , remembering his warning. What did he mean by that, anyway? She starts to get an awful feeling.

Faith emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, drying off.

" Hey, bathroom free, you can shower…" she trails off when she notices Joyce hurrying about the room. Something in her manner tells her something's happened.

" Are you ok, Joyce?" She asks, seeing the frown on Joyce's face. " Is everything ok?"

Joyce looks up, seeing the concern in Faith's face. God, no need to involve her in this. She walks towards the closet, grabbing some clothing. She starts dressing quickly.

" I need to go out for a bit," Joyce says, quietly." Something came up. An old friend of mine in the gallery business is in Salem by chance. He came across a painting I've been looking for. I have a buyer for it, I just need to work out the details with him." She looks up, apologetically." Sorry, I know this wasn't supposed to be about business, but I've been looking for this for a long time. You understand, right?"

" Sure Joyce, " Faith smiles, " I know you've got stuff to do. It's no big. I'll get dressed, get some breakfast. Meet you back here?"

" That sounds great," Joyce is relieved she's buying it. And feeling guilty, lying to her. She'd just want to come, and better she's not involved. Things are strange enough already.. " Shouldn't be more than an hour."

" Ok, Joyce. Good luck with the painting, " Faith says, as Joyce heads for the door.

" Hmmm? Oh right, thanks, " Joyce smiles brightly. She goes through the door, closing it behind her.

Faith stands there, a puzzled look on her face.

She knows something's wrong. Something's very wrong with Joyce.. She could sense it, read it in her face. She didn't look like someone who'd just had some good news. She looked like someone who'd gotten bad news. Really bad news.

Something's up. I heard the phone ring… was that it? She said it was a friend… something doesn't add up here.

Faith doesn't like a mystery. Especially when it involves someone she loves. I gotta find out what the what is.

A resolved look comes over her face, and dressing quickly, she leaves the room.

7

Joyce walks in the Salem Café, scanning the crowd for Hank. Her expression is controlled and tight; she is definitely not pleased.

God, things were going so nicely, and now he has to show up. Why is he here? What does he want now? I swear, that man just wants to ruin any small happiness I can muster together. Why can't he just leave me alone?

Hank Summers, a large, solidly built man sees his soon to be ex-wife enter the café. Seeing her looking for him, he rises from his table and gestures her over.

Joyce walks to Hank, still wondering why he's here and how he learned where she was. She weaves through the crowded café, finally standing at his table.

Hank indicates for her to sit, but she decides to remain standing.

" Ok, Hank, what's this all about? What're you doing here, anyway? How'd you find out where I was staying?"

" Well, to answer your second question first, I'm here because I have business in Boston. My company is trying to woo an account from Boscorp, which headquarters in Greater Boston. What this is all about, Joyce," Hank changes his tone, softens it, " is I want to try again. I've had lots of time since we started the divorce to really think things through, and I don't want to be divorced, Joyce. I want us to be a family. You, me, Buffy and Dawn." He turns on his most charming smile. " Can't we try again?"

Joyce shakes her head, not believing the nerve of this guy. Should've thought of that, Hank, when you were running around your office screwing anything in a skirt.

" Hank, what's the point? I mean, really? You cheated on me. Not once, not twice, but too many times to count. Sure, maybe right now, you'll be good. But how long will that last? One month, two months? Then we're right back at it again, except we have to go through it all again. Put the girls through it again," Joyce shakes her head, sadly." I really did love you Hank. But not anymore. You made me a fool. "

" I know that, Joyce, and I want to make it up to you and the kids, " Hank says, sounding contrite. " It's really important to me now that we're a family, Joyce. It really is."

" Why now Hank? Why not last year, or two years ago … or when you started cheating on me? What's changed, Hank?" She leans over the table. " What happened, Hank? Did your latest conquest maybe puncture your ego a little? Maybe she wasn't so impressed with your aging jock looks? Maybe she made fun of you, or just left you for better pickings?"

Hank gets an irritated look on his face, and his neck flushes. Joyce realizes she's hit close to the truth.

" So, that's it, isn't it, Hank?" Joyce smiles, " Your little chippie left you and now you wanna come home. Have me soothe your ego. Tell you what a stud you are, " Joyce gets a rueful smirk," Thing is, Hank? I don't remember. It's been so long since you wanted to touch me. I don't remember what it was like with you. No, don't think so Hank. This ship has set sail, hit the shoals, and sunk. It's done." She shakes her head slowly, almost feeling sorry for him. She turns to go.

" Wait, please Joyce," Hank catches her arm. " I really need you. This company I'm trying to woo, Boscorp, is very conservative, financially and socially. The board is made up of a lot of the Boston Brahmin class. Very rigid ideas on what's proper. And divorce isn’t proper in their view. I need you to be with me, convince them we're still husband and wife. This account is important; critical to the company's bottom line. You've gotta help me out here, Joyce."

Joyce is stunned by his audacity. What the hell does he think? Does he think? Is he so full of crap that he can't see that he not only… the rest is really too hot to write down here. Just say it wasn't particularly friendly warm thoughts.

" So, we get to the real reason, don't we Hank?" Joyce's voice is dripping acid. " You screwed up, thinking with your dick, and now you need me to bail you out by playing the happy, dutiful wife. Never mind what you did to me and the girls, what you put us through. I'm supposed to just play along? You are beyond belief, Hank Summers. And, if that isn't clear enough, " She shakes off his hand. " No way, Hank. Forget it. Not going to happen." She turns to storm off.

" Oh, I think it's going to happen, Joyce, " Hank says. " I really do. Or maybe, you'd like to explain to the Family court exactly why you have a lesbian affair going on? And leaving the girls with your aunt?"

Joyce freezes. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to reclaim her calm. She turns to Hank, poker faced.

" Don't have a clue what your talking about, Hank." Joyce stonewalls, peddling fast

" Don't play dumb, Joyce. Doesn't suit you," Hank says, a nasty grin on his face. He gestures to the crowd, and a man emerges, walking to the table. He sits next to Hank. He's carrying a large manila envelope with him.

" Joyce, I'd like you to meet Jack Bremer. He's a local Private Investigator. I've had Jack here, and some of his associates in his field, keep an eye on you during this trip. I was hoping to catch you out, simply to change the financials of the divorce settlement. Then this Boscorp thing came up. I thought I was out of luck until you came to Boston." He turns to Jack. " Show her the pictures please, Jack."

Jack obliges, opening the envelope and spreading the 8x10s out on the table. They're of various places around Salem, and a few in Boston, of Joyce and Faith kissing. Some are quite passionate in nature. He looks up at Joyce, smiling.

Joyce feels the blood drain out of her face.

" I … I can't believe you'd stoop so low, Hank Summers, " Joyce's voice is harsh, her throat dry. " How could you?"

Hank grins, not bothering to answer. " That isn't the worst though, I understand. While you and your lesbo lover were out playing around, an operative of Jack's here planted a recording device in your room. Video and audio. Makes for some interesting viewing, Jack tells me. Wonder how a family court judge would view this?"

" You wouldn't dare…" Joyce face goes ashen.

" Oh, yes I would. I think a judge, especially a male judge, would be very sympathetic of my behavior, especially when I tell him I had to go out of my home to seek comfort and support after you turned cold and unresponsive to me…"

" That isn't true!"

" It'll look true, especially after that little show you and your dyke girlfriend put on for Jack's associate is shown, " Hank nods his head, putting on a pious look. " I can't really have my girls exposed to your moral turpitude, can I? I've already started a petition in court to regain sole custody. I can't have them exposed to …" He waves at the pictures, " … this." He makes a face.

" You son of a bitch…" Joyce's face goes red.

" Now, now , Joyce. Language, " He smirks. " Is this what your girlfriend is teaching you? Tsk, tsk." He chuckles at Joyce's discomfort. " Face it Joyce. You played the game, and lost. Screw with me? And I screw you back, harder. Now, unless you want to lose your daughters, I suggest you go back to your hotel, kiss your girlfriend goodbye, pack and meet me for the noon train." He smiles beatifically. " If you're not there, I'll pursue the suit, Joyce. Don't think I won't. And I'll win."

" I'll fight you!"

" With what, Joyce? If this gets out in Sunnydale… well, it's a pretty conservative town. I wonder how they'll feel if the local art gallery is run by a big old lesbo? What do you think?" His smile disappears. " Don't try to play hardball with me, Joycie. I'll ruin you."

Joyce stands there, stunned. She can't believe this. She looks at the … thing… she married, once loved, and can't understand how she could've ever had anything but revulsion for him. She feels she wants to be sick; preferably in that fat face of his.

" So, what's It going to be Joyce? Coming, or do I…" He indicates the pictures.

" I'm coming, " She whispers. She can't, won't lose her daughters. She'll figure it out, somehow. She'll fix this, somehow. But right now, she can't think. She can only ache.

What about Faith? What do I tell her? God, I can't even see her anymore. I'm… god, I just want to die. Dammit, God … how could you do this to me? How could you show me love, show me something perfect… then snatch it away? How utterly cruel is that?

" Don't think this is over, Henry Summers, " Joyce says, a cold edge to her voice. " I'll figure a way to fight this."

" Give it up, Joyce. It's over. You lost," Hank Summers smirks. " Put a fork in her. She's done." He gets up, and throws some cash on the table. " Don't forget, noon Joyce. Don't be late." He walks out with Jack Bremer.

Joyce watches his back receding, and wishes she could kill him with a look. She feels angry, frustrated, remorseful and so alone.

She feels terribly, completely, alone.

She starts towards the exit, shoulders slumped.

8

Faith stands outside of the Salem Café, staring in the window.

After dressing, she followed Joyce across the street to the café. She saw her go in. Figuring she couldn't enter without Joyce noticing her, she hung back, watching.

She watches Joyce approach a table, going to someone she's never seen before. Who's that? The art dealer she told me about? Why does she look upset? I thought she said it was good news?

The two talk, gesticulating and seeming at odds. Faith watches, puzzled and confused. It doesn't seem like a business conference to her. What do I know? Maybe that's how they do it. She continues to watch, quietly. But there's a growing sense of something isn't right with this picture.

Then things change. Another man joins them, and he opens an envelope, spreading something across the table. They look like pictures, but she can't tell of what from here.

Faith takes a hard look at the new guy. Something familiar about him. But what? She shakes her head, thinking about it. I've seen him… but where? She looks at him again, and her mind flashes back to yesterday, chasing after Joyce, running into someone. She hadn't really bothered too much with him…

But that was him. The man she ran into. She is sure of it. She recognizes the goofy hat he's wearing. Still, it could've been coincidence. I mean, that stuff happens, right?

Her nose twitches. There's something not right there. She's seen him before, and not just yesterday. Somewhere… where the hell was it? She takes a closer look , swearing she knows him.

Then the light goes on. Boston. Delancy street. Tina.

Tina had been being harassed by some of the other owners on the strip, and they'd been making threats against her. She didn't know who it was, and she needed to find out.

So, she hired some sleaze bag detective to trace down the letters and calls she'd been receiving. He'd come to the shop once, while Faith was there, to report in. He'd stood at the counter, looking like the typical perv, asking for Tina, being a total dork. Faith hadn't who he was, and got angry because she thought he was trying to hit on her. Finally, Tina had come out from back, and talked to him. She'd told Faith later he was a PI she'd hired him to do some work for her.

He'd worn that same stupid hat.

Shit, what the hell is HE doing here? What's that he put on the table? Did that guy hire him? What's going on? Why won't anyone tell me?

She watches, almost like she's frozen in place, as the tableau plays out. Her heart sinks when Joyce's face gets a shocked expression, and she goes white. What? What happened? What did that bastard do to her?

Faith feels her anger rise; her first impulse is to march inside and tell that prick off, both those pricks off. How dare they hurt her! Goddamn it! Leave her alone! She holds back, however. Somehow she senses that right now, that would be the worst thing she could do. It doesn't make it any easier for her however, and she feels herself clenching and unclenching her fists.

She watches, her heart sinking as Joyce seems to be listening to the prick, and nodding. Then the guy, the art dealer guy?… gets up, and throws some money on the table. He leaves.

She sees Joyce stand there, looking lost. Poor baby. Don't worry, Joyce. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out. You and me. I'm in your corner, baby. He can't… won't screw with you. I won't let him.

She watches as Joyce makes her way to the exit, and she waits. She wants to be there for her. Needs to be there for her.

Joyce exits the café, her mind still awhirl over what happened. How her world just collapsed in the space of 20 minutes. Distractedly, not thinking, she starts to cross the street.

" Joyce!" Faith calls out, running towards her. She pulls her back, keeping her from being hit.

Joyce turns to her, looking puzzled. " Faith?" She asks, as if she doesn't really recognize her.

Faith pulls her back away from the curb. She stands next to Joyce, her hand on Joyce's arm

" Are you ok?" Faith asks, worried. " You look…"

" What're you doing here, Faith?" Joyce asks, turning to her. " Were you following me?" Her face darkens. " Were you spying on me?"

"What? No!" Faith looks at her, amazed. " Yeah, Ok, I followed you. You seemed very strange at the room. I wanted to know what was going on. But I wasn't spying…"

Joyce closes her eyes, feeling awful. Of course she wasn't spying on you, fool. She was concerned. She loves you. Not everyone is Henry Summers.

" I'm sorry," Joyce says, " Of course you weren't."

" What's wrong, Joyce?" Faith asks, putting an arm on Joyce. " Can I help? Let me help, please."

For a moment, Joyce just wants to take Faith in her arms, and bury herself in her love. She wants to hide, and be comforted, and feel really loved. Like Faith makes her feel. She wants to cry, and tell her everything. Lean on her.

But she can't. She can't. Hank's got her by the short hairs. She loves Faith, adores her. But her children? Her children are everything to her. She can't give them up, she can't. They're a part of her, she carried them, raised them, was there to kiss the hurts, wipe the runny noses, and feel so proud of them.

She's a mom first.

She looks at Faith, and her heart breaks. Do it, Joyce. Just do it. Hurt her now, so you won't destroy her later. Just do it!

" You can't help, Faith. I'm sorry, but you can't. You're the problem," Joyce says, her voice low and hard. " We're over."

" Over?" Faith feels like she's been shot in the heart. " Over?" She repeats. She can't understand it. The word is insane. It can't be real. Her ears are lying to her. " Over?" she repeats again.

" It's wrong. What we're doing, " Joyce says, her voice growing cold. " I can't do this anymore. I can't. It's just wrong. I have a life, Faith. I'm not some schoolgirl with a crush. I have responsibilities, I can't just ignore them anymore. I'm leaving."

"Wrong?" Faith feels as if Joyce just slapped her. Hard." I love you! How's that wrong?"

Oh god, Faith, I'm so sorry, Joyce thinks, I hate this I HATE THIS!

"I'm not… I'm not that way. I'm not some… lesbian. I don't love you. I can't. You're a woman. This … what we did? I blame myself. I never should've… it's just wrong. I'm sorry if that hurts you, but you and me? No, it'll never happen. I'm leaving. Goodbye, Faith." Joyce turns to go.

" Leaving?" Faith finds her strength. She runs after Joyce, stopping her, turning her around." Joyce, please, we can work this out…"

" There's nothing to work out! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Joyce, losing it, not able to cope, breaks away, turns and bolts across the street. She runs up the steps of the hotel.

She doesn't want Faith to see her crying. Crying her heart out because she knows it's over, and it's killing her to do this. She loves Faith more than almost anything. Almost. And with her children involved, the possibility of losing them? Her love for Faith isn't enough. She has to end this.

Better I hurt her now, than hurt her more, later. Joyce thinks to herself.

So, why do I feel like the biggest shit heel that ever lived?

Oh, maybe because you are, Joyce. A shit heel and a coward.

She enters the Inn, just wishing she could die.

Faith stands there, mouth agape. She can't believe what just happened.

This is insane! This can't be happening. What happened in there? What did those pricks do to her? Why did she do that to me?

She's hurt. Very hurt. She feels rejected. And used. And cheap. And dirty.

She can't believe that Joyce just did that, just dumped her. Here, on the street, like she was some kind of …Whore? Slut? Prostitute? Those the words you looking for? She feels her eyes stinging, and rubs at them. She feels like someone hit her with a baseball bat. With a steel core, and lots of spikes out the large end.

God, she wants to hit back. She wants to hurt like she's hurting. It's not right, It's not fair! I didn't do anything wrong. Why is this happening to me? What did I do? I did everything right!

Everything is falling apart, and she doesn't have a clue as to why.

She starts towards the hotel, but her feet feel like they're made of lead. She doesn't want me. She doesn't love me. How could she love me, and do that to me? What the hell was I thinking? How could she love me? Some fucking white trash from South Boston? Was I mad? Was I insane.

Oh yeah. Mad, insane and in love. Bad combination. Really bad.

She turns from the Inn, just wanting to find a bar. Find it, enter it, and drink it dry. She feels like claws are ripping her apart from the inside. All she wants right now is to get drunk. Very , very , stupid drunk.

Oh? And she wouldn't mind dying right now, either.

Right after I find that fucking son of a bitch sleaze bag PI and kill him!

She storms off down the road.

To Be Continued