Gretchen was quite nervous waiting in the cafe. She tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the table and fluffed her blondish-brown dyed hair, which had been set on spiral rods just hours earlier. She wore a white cotton dress with thin straps and a cross over bodice, the hem coming above her knees. On top of that she wore a matador's jacket with a vintage style pulp comic book printing all over. She had the matching clutch and shoes. All these pieces were apart of Hirawara's spring collection, but she had received it as a birthday gift from her boss. She was the first one to rock the pieces, and though that made her feel self-important, she doubted it would do a thing for Moo. She should've dressed "down" but didn't want to appear to be trying too hard. On the walk over here, she was mistaken for Christina Milian by a fan of hers. Gretchen was used to it, correcting the fan, but sometimes she let people who thought they recognized the cute little pop star go on with believing as long as they didn't ask her outright. This is how she sometimes got upgrades in service at hotels and the good tables in restaurants.

Gretchen sipped her latte staring out of the plate glass window until she saw her. There was Moo, wearing her locks in a pompadour ponytail style with an extremely tight wife beater, tight low-rise jeans which hung to her waist and ankle length black leather slouch boots with nearly tiny spike heels. The bangles on her arms jangled as she entered the shop, and Gretchen could already smell her scent.

Soon their gazes found each other and Moo sauntered over. Her heart fluttered as she heard Moo's heels clicked toward her.

Moo grabbed a chair, spun it around and straddled it, sitting right across from Gretchen. For some reason Gretchen found this sexy as she noticed Moo's small hands covered in leather half-gloves, the knuckles studded with round circles of metal. Moo smiled at her, almost a sneer. She seemed to have a different attitude than she usually had. Instead of being a laid back self-contained fusion of wisdom and quiet confidence, she seemed now a little flashy, suggestively seductive and even a bit arrogant. Gretchen should've found this change at least slightly alarming, but there were too many butterflies swarming in her stomach to question Moo's change in demeanor.

"Hey," Moo said, half-pursing her red painted lips.

"Hey." Gretchen replied back shyly. It seemed that they had more to talk about a couple of days ago on the phone when Gretchen called her up. She wanted to settle this thing with Moo once and for all.

"You look great." Gretchen said, staring into Moo's expressive brown eyes.

"You look good too. As usual. You always look good."

Gretchen wrinkled her nose a little when she smiled, "You think so?"

"I said it right?"

Moo ordered a vanilla chai latte and sipped it slowly as she and Gretchen spoke about what brought them here.

"Does your sister know we're meeting?"

"I haven't spoken to her since Thanksgiving. She didn't even call me for my birthday. Screw her." Gretchen shrugged.

"I did." Moo smiled slyly.

There was a few moments of silence as Gretchen stirred her coffee, "I guess I was suppose to laugh at that huh?"

"Are you jealous?"

The way Moo asked, her neck tilted to the side while looking at her with those eyes melted Gretchen who just cast her eyes downward at her freshly done French manicured nails. She was rarely shy and demure with anyone, but Moo both intimidated and excited her all at once. She wasn't sure of herself when she was with this sexy golden brown confident woman, and that both scared and intrigued her.

"Well I'm here with you now, not her right?"

Gretchen sorta gave a half shrug, half nod.

"You wanna get out of here?" Moo thumbed toward the door.

When she and Moo walked outside, Gretchen was delightfully surprised to find a vintage Cadillac low rider dipped in money green candy paint and rolling on old school '84 rims.

"Moo, is this yours?"

"Nope," She said opening the passenger side door for Gretchen, "But it's mine today."

As they drove out of the city Gretchen wondered where they were going. They spoke along the way. A lot of it was about Clinton. Gretchen asked questions about their brief "relationship", how it got started, how it ended and why.

"She must not know a good thing when she has it." Gretchen said.

Moo gave her a sideways glance asking, "So you do?"

"When I usually get something good I do."

"Well maybe you will. Get something good that is."

They stopped off at an overlook looking down onto the city. The infamous "Hollywood" sign could be spotted miles off into the distance. The car was parked not far off from where they sat, beneath a tree. Gretchen didn't expect it, but Moo had a light dinner prepared. She had spread a blue-checkered blanket under the tree and they sat side by side, eating, arms touching as they watched the sun slowly set.

"So, are you still stuck on Clinton?" Gretchen asked. She needed to know this in case things got deeper. The truth was that even if the answer was truly 'yes', she had wanted to hear a definite 'no' anyway.

Moo didn't answer her, just smiled, "There's yogurt on your lip,"

"Oh?" Gretchen said lifting her hand up.

"I'll get it," Moo leaned in and licked the creamy substance off of Gretchen's gloss covered bottom lip. Gretchen's head was swimming as she stared deep into Moo's eyes.

"Good looking out," Gretchen said thanking the woman.

"My pleasure," Right before Moo leaned in to kiss her, Gretchen noted the way the fading sun sparkled in her eyes. It was beautiful. When their lips touched, a yearning inside of Gretchen had finally been answered. Everything felt right at that moment.

Moo laid Gretchen down on the blanket, lying by her side and kissing her, snaking her pink tongue into the hungry mouth of the beautiful girl. They began to caress each other's body as the kissing became more passionate, rolling on top of each other and reveling in the feel of one another as they sucked on lips, tongues and the skin of necks.

By now Gretchen had off her jacket, and the straps of her dress were pulled down, revealing her small yet perfect breasts. The sight of her own pouty nipples being licked sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit. As Moo licked and sucked on the girl, Gretchen couldn't help but think of her sister in the back of her mind, "Forget about Clinton." she said to herself, "she already had her turn."

The attraction she had already harbored for Moo just made the lust and ecstasy she felt more pronounced by Moo's already expert oral skills. The way she tongued and licked Gretchen's nipples made her swoon.

Gretchen pulled Moo's shirt up over her head to reveal the soft sexy round breasts that she had once dreamed of unsheathing. Not completely new to sex with women, Gretchen knew her way around and what to do with chocolate nipples like hers even though she might have not been as experienced as Moo. Just the taste of Moo's nipples on her tongue and the feel of her breasts in her mouth sent Gretchen flying on a natural high. Moo's emittance of the sounds of pure pleasure only motivated her to please the girl even more.

Gretchen's panties were off and Moo's pants and underwear were bunched up around her ankles as the two girls faced each other and slipped fingers into each other's hot wet tight snatches. The feel of wetness on Gretchen's fingers along with the feeling of having her tight wetness slip across Moo's fingers turned her on to no end. This was the most sensual sex she'd ever had. Moo took turns between kissing her and bending her head to suck on her tits as she stroked Gretchen's clit. Every down stroke produced a new intense set of shudders for Gretchen, and it wasn't long until she was crying out during climax during sunset. Moments later as Gretchen's fingers went super fast over Moo's clit, Moo came, grunting her way through a sweet languid cum.

Their tongues dancing against one another silently thanked each other as they came down from their orgasmic high.

"I want to know what you taste like," Gretchen said.

Moo kicked off her pants and underwear fully and said, "Go for it."

She perched between Moo's knees in the white cotton dress that she wore. The top was pulled halfway down her body, and yet the bottom was practically hiked over her hips. She licked the wet and still oozing slit of Moo's sex, sliding a tongue inside, tasting the musky sweet taste on her tongue. It had been so long since she had been with a girl that she almost forgot what it was like. Being nose to pussy with Moo's distinct smell of sex, made her own tingle like crazy.

Moo moaned as Gretchen flattened her tongue against her clit, taking slow lazy licks, just reveling in the taste of it all.

"Turn that ass around," Moo ordered though panting, "I want to taste that pussy too."

Gretchen straddled the girl, setting her pussy on her face, almost forgetting that she had a job to do herself. She rocked back and forth on Moo's rapidly flicking and deep probing tongue as she panted and moaned, pinching her own hard sensitive nipples.

"Oh God." Gretchen moaned, soon bending down over Moo's snatch, rapidly licking the woman with fervor, matching pace with the woman beneath her.

Moo playfully smacked her ass as she tongue fucked the girl, squeezing and kneading the small curvy cheeks. Gretchen sucked and slurped at Moo's clit, not knowing that the sound of her eating it was making Moo crazy.

"Oh shit Gretchen, I'm gonna come all over your pretty face."

When Gretchen heard this she squealed and buried her face deep inside of Moo's pussy, her lips firmly attached to the girl's clit. Moo's hurricane like tongue whipped Gretchen up into a frenzy, causing tense build up. Gretchen could feel her muscles contract tighter and tighter until they released, spasming. Moo groaned as she lifted her hips to grind her pussy all on Gretchen's face, cum dripping from her hole as she climaxed.

When both girls were done, they had licked each other's faces clean. Soon they lay in each other's arms collecting their own thoughts.

"Do you like me Moo?"

"I could get used to you. Certainly I could," Moo said staring up at the night sky. "I never knew you were attracted to me.you should've said something."

"Would you have pursued anything with me?"

Moo didn't know what to answer. The truth is that if she hadn't been hurting so badly over Clinton, that she wouldn't even be here. She knew that Gretchen's urgency in meeting her today also had something to do with a measure of revenge or proof to themselves that they could both get over Clinton, and that life was fine without her.

"I don't really know Gretchen. But I'm here with you now."

Moo dropped Gretchen off in front of her building. "You wanna come inside for a bit?"

"I have a meeting in the morning, and a long ass drive back," Moo said looking at her watch. "Plus this isn't my car and my friend is pretty overprotective of it."

"So when can I see you again?"

"You still want to?" Moo asked. Is this what Clinton felt when Moo first came on to her? Confused as to why but not willing to turn down the attention or the sex?

"Why else would I ask?"

"Well the next time you're in town, give me a call." Moo hoped it sounded dismissive enough without totally rejecting her. Suddenly she didn't feel too good about what she had done, but apparently Gretchen was fine with it, "I might be around sooner than you think."

Gretchen gave a little wave after she'd gotten out of the car and Moo breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of seeing the girl go.



Rude Rick's was a place you could go to get a good steak and a cold beer; however, it wasn't the most "prettiest" of places. It was an old fashioned "man's" bar, a guy's dark, non-decorated sawdust covered floor refuge from the rest of the world.

Kelly sauntered in and sat down in a booth waiting for his father. Soon after, August walked in wearing a pair of his jeans and his old worn in Durango boots. August often dressed this way during his days out of the office, his Texan roots deeply ingrained in him. They looked quite a pair, Kelly in baggy jeans, polo shirt and fitted cap and his father in his relaxed jeans, western boots and his pristine snow-white Stetson cowboy hat.

"Son."

"Pop."

They both nodded at one another. A cute waitress with freckles came by and took their drink and dinner orders. They both knew what they wanted, they had the same thing all of the time, in fact just about everyone did: Cold beer and steak.

"Been a long time since we spoke Pop," Kelly said.

"I know son, there's been a lot going on."

They both took off their hats and placed them beside them. It was just a habit to never wear a hat while they were eating. They both didn't realize that they mirrored each other. August's eyes were lighter in color, but they weren't any less deep or penetrating. His father's denim colored blue eyes bore into him as their drinks arrived.

"Why'd you call me here?" Kelly finally asked.

"When's the last time you spoke to your wife?"

Kelly winced, "My what?" He sighed, not able to avoid his father's eyes. "I haven't spoken to her since Thanksgiving. And technically we didn't speak even there."

"You know that was real shameful what you did son." The older man shook his head, "I really can't believe it."

Kelly grew defensive. Somehow he knew that what had happened that night bothered his father, "Pops come on man, it wasn't a big deal."

"You did it to hurt that girl plain and simple. That's the ugliest I've ever seen you Kelly. I'm starting to think I don't know you anymore."

The waitress arrived with their food but Kelly waited for her to leave before he responded, "That's the same thing you said when you first found out about Clinton and I."

"That's because you were deceiving us.me."

Kelly rolled his eyes, he'd given the explanation for why they hadn't told their parents right away a million times but it always seemed to haunt him. His father's eyes always seemed to haunt him.

"But that's another story Kelly. I have other things to get into."

"Like?"

"Well I want to know what happened between you and her to end things this badly."

"She cheated on me," He shrugged. "The end. Now is that all you wanted to know?"

"I want you to talk to me Kelly. Talk to me the way you used to.son."

"I can't Pops." Kelly said his fist coming down on a table with a slight thud. "It's not the way it used to be."

"Why not?"

"Because it just isn't. Not between me and you or me and her. You're the two people I thought things would never change with."

"And you feel like you couldn't talk to us? Either one of us? Even Clinton?"

"Well you and Nora damned near disowned us when we decided to get married."

"I didn't disown you son," his father said squinting.

"Felt like it. The way Nora was acting was out of control."

"That woman has to be the center of attention I swear. I used to think it was cute," He said emitting a low soft chuckle.

"Now you don't?"

They stared at each other for quite awhile until August broke the gaze and lifted his steak knife, "Marriage ain't easy Kelly."

"I never said it was."

"So what were you so afraid of?"

Kelly leaned back into the cushioned seat of the booth and sighed, "Deep down I guess that I was afraid we'd turn into you and Nora."

August popped a tender piece of beef into his mouth and nodded, "So that's what it was? And you avoid that by not talking to your wife?"

"I just didn't know what to say.I mean I felt." He shook his head, "This is gonna sound bad but sometimes I wished that she would just go away."

"Got your wish."

"That's not what I meant." Kelly snapped, "No, that's not what I meant." He repeated this to more to reassure himself than anything.

"You tell me what you meant then Kelly. And I swear I'll listen."

His father's words were reassuring. It made him feel normal again. His father had always listened to him, no matter what. So why had he not just sat down with him before? Tell him everything that was on his mind?

"Everyone's looking at me. At us. They were. They still are. And even if they don't know we're not together they're going to find out soon. I'm tired of being the butt of jokes for her being my stepsister. I'm tired of black dudes testing me like I'm a pussy and don't deserve to be with her when we walk inside of a room. I'm tired of not hitting my tackles harder and not going to Superbowl yet again.with you and Nora at each other's throats because of us."

"Wait." August held up a hand, "What does tackling or my marriage have to do with anything?"

Kelly shrugged, looking defeated. He could barely look at his food. He had been losing weight lately because he wasn't eating the way he should. Clinton wasn't there to cook for him, and though it seemed as if Trisha was trying to fill her place, she wasn't doing a good job at taking care of him, not that he would even let her take care of him.

"Sounds like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders Son."

Kelly nodded as he looked down at his food, "Yeah. Guess so."

"And what's this about me and Nora? Son we don't fight because of you and Clinton. We fight because we just do. That's something we gotta figure out ourselves."

"But it hurt you.when we got together right?"

"I'll speak for myself when I say that it was quite a shock, but I got over it. Nora, even though she likes to be all dramatic and needle Clinton for reasons I don't understand, well I think she's even used to the idea of you two. Tell you the truth I think she was kind of upset that you parted ways."

Kelly scoffed, "Were you there at Thanksgiving? Did you hear what she said?"

"Oh she was just trying to prove something to Clinton," He said waving the whole issue away as if it were no big deal, "She just has issues with her kids that I just don't understand. And when I try to put my two cent in, which is not often, you'd think it was The War of The Worlds or something." he chuckled but then his eyes changed, he got serious, "Don't tell me you've been carrying this all on your shoulders alone? You didn't at least come to me? What about her? Did y'all talk about it?"

"We avoided the issue. We avoid a lot of things. It's like we still don't know what to say or what to not say in front of each other.I mean we didn't know," Kelly said correcting himself.

"You're newlyweds, what did you expect? Your love is supposed to be brand new and fresh.the honeymoon wasn't supposed to be over this quickly. The passion was supposed to be there."

"Well, I think it was but we just didn't know how to use it."

"Sexually you mean?" August raised an eyebrow.

Kelly's face reddened, "I'm not trying to go there with you today Pops."

"You gotta find out what you do like and what you don't like with each other."

"I never wanted to.scare her off or make her feel disrespected."

"You can't make sweet love all the time Kelly." August said sipping his beer, "Gotta get off color every once in a while."

Kelly remembered their time on the highway and smiled. He knew she loved it too. Why didn't he just go there with her, tell her what he wanted, listen to what she wanted? They could've been wanting the same thing all of this time.

"So what else Kelly? What else have you been harboring in that bone head of yours."

"I felt real bad for being with Clinton because it hurt you. I know you were disappointed in me, not thinking I was the same person you knew before. And then when you found out I wanted to wrestle it was even worse."

"I'll admit, I wasn't totally okay with all of that."

"I want you to be proud of me." Kelly said looking up into his father's eyes.

"Always am. Always will be. I swear on a stack of bibles no matter what you do," August raised his right hand. "I don't care if you don't make it to playoffs or don't go to Dallas. Well, I'm lying, I do care."

Kelly laughed.

"But I care more about you. I'm sorry if I didn't let you know this Kelly. I'm really sorry. If football isn't for you, then so be it. Either way, you're still my boy and I'll be so proud of you in whatever you wanna do."

Kelly nodded and rested his hands against his face as he thought about this.

"Only thing I don't like is how you treated that girl after you fought so long to be with her. You hurt her bad. Didn't you see her shaking? She was sick to her stomach."

Waves of guilt washed over Kelly.

"We haven't spoken like this in like two or three years.I didn't know that you didn't." Kelly felt himself tearing up, "I thought maybe you hated me, the same way it seems Nora hates Clinton."

"Boy I don't know whether to laugh or cry right now." August shook his head, "First of all you're my boy and I love you no matter what. Second of all, Nora doesn't hate Clinton."

"I felt kind of bad for her though, the way she would treat her would be like."

"She has a hard time with people who don't do things her way, she takes it as a personal affront. And maybe sometimes I'm too passive. We've got our issues. But it's got nothing to do with y'all. Nothing. We both love you both. And Nora needs to work on her relationship with Clinton and all these control issues she has. And I have some stuff to work on too."

"So you're saying that she only treated Clint like crap because she didn't feel in control?"

"I overheard a little of what they were fighting about on Thanksgiving, and I have to say that most of what Clinton said had to be right on the nose. Her envisioning this perfect family, me and you and her kids being her second chance to do it right.I didn't know she thought that way at first. But now I see she was just trying to fit us all into a mold we couldn't handle. And me, I should've stopped it right there, but it went on and on and on." August sighed, "Do you understand what I'm trying to say? I know I've been hard on you lately too. Not as hard as Nora's been on Clinton but hard. Maybe I've been extra had because I thought I had no idea who you were anymore. I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore like we used to, not that you just couldn't talk to me the way you used to."

Kelly laughed, "Yeah, it's ironic we were both thinking the same thing."

"That's why us men are knuckleheads." He looked up at Kelly, "You aren't alone but you shouldered your burdens as if you were. And you threw tantrums like a child and kept the best people in your life away from you. Clinton was never the problem. She was never the problem. It's how you deal with things son. You're not a little boy anymore. You're a man. You have to stick in there and stay where you are and do what you have to do. That's what I'm gonna do with Nora. I'm not going to give up on her and I'll be damned if I let her give up on me. We fight but at least we talk. I know you've been shutting her out, cheating on her.could you blame her for being with someone else?"

Kelly had been listening and receptive until hearing the question, "Dad please, I don't even want to think about it."

"You don't? Well what do you want to do about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't made any moves to sign any divorce papers have you?"

Kelly scratched his eyebrow and stayed awkwardly silent.

"You sure this is what you want Kelly?"

He looked up at his father and said, "I don't see her the same way I did before."

"So she was right? You don't love her anymore, never did?"

"What does it matter? I'm dead to her anyway? Remember that?" Kelly scoffed trying to appear non-plussed even though he knew that her words and the seriousness in her tone and demeanor had cut through him like a knife.

"Well, it just might matter when I tell you what I have to tell you."

Kelly narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, "What?"

"Nora heard from Avery that your wife, the woman you are still married to, could be carrying your child."