This takes place after the Season 3 Finale.
"Let's get out of here." Franky suggested.
As she slipped into Bridget's Porsche, she felt a sense of completion. Finally she had gotten away from that hellhole Wentworth. Of course she'd miss the girls in there, but the fact she got out and avoided any confrontation with the freak was an accomplishment. As she slouched back at the traffic lights in Bridget's car, she couldn't help but think about what was to come. She can finally get what she wants.
The girl, the life outside… Everything's coming together…
Finally, Gidget is here for her. Ready for everything that could possibly happen. Franky cracks a smile. And places her hand on Bridget's thigh. The electricity sparks through Franky's body, giving her a sense of satisfaction. Finally arriving to Bridget's house, Franky is in awe. Although, it's kind of what she expected. Bridget's beautiful double story terrace town house was a sight to behold. After being locked up for so long Franky forgot what a home looked like.
"Gidge, your house is beautiful." Franky remarked as she caught sight of the beautiful woman grabbing her side. It was all that she dreamed. Everything her heart wanted was in reach.
"C'mon, Franky, I think you'll like the inside more…"
"What, your bedroom?" Franky suggested. Bridget was taken aback. She tried to keep her hands off for so long but now it was okay. Franky took Bridget in her arms and kissed her. They were like two teenagers in love for the first time. Franky was enthralled in the experience that was Bridget, she took everything into account; her smell, her skin, her touch, the way her lips felt pressed so passionately against hers… It was heaven on earth.
As they passed through doors and up stairs they touched each other the way they could've only dreamt of…