Franky was doing push ups, sit ups and any and all form of exercises she could manage in her cell. Anything to make to the time go by faster. Somehow she had managed to get back into Boomers good graces but even her very lively presentation of hot potato couldn't really bring her mood up. Hair hair was slick with sweat and she was exhausted and in need of a shower.
It had been a week since her heated exchange with Bridget. She regretted every word she had said. Well, not every word. Mostly just the "I'm done' part. Luckily the showers were empty so she just stood under the streaming water for ages. Suddenly the shower curtain was yanked back. "What the f..." "Hey babe.." Kim said and she was half naked. Franky quickly took her towel and covered herself with it. Kim came closer and pushed herself right up against Franky. "I've missed you Franky". "Jesus Kim you need to stop this". "Come on Franky, you know you want this as much as I do" And for a moment Franky did want it. She had all this built up sexual tension that was just waiting to be let out. Kim started to pull Franky's towel down. But then Franky came to it and realized that she wanted this as much as she wanted Juicy Lucy. She wanted Gidget, not this. She wanted Bridget to be the one remove her towel and release the tension in her. So she pushed Kim aside and walked away from the the showers. She turned back one last time and said "Kim, I'm sorry but I'm done with you". And this time she didn't regret the 'I'm done' part.
Admissions corridor. Bridget Westfall. Coming out of the medical room. Skinny jeans, white silk shirt. Waist high jacket with a high collar. THE jacket. Franky stopped dead in her tracks. Could this woman get any more gorgeous? She looked like a goddess. The was a swagger in the way she walked. Calling that a stride in her step would have been an understatement. "Hey Gidget". Franky greeted her tentatively, with a hidden apology in her voice. "Franky, how are you?" Bridget was elated to see her, but she wasn't going to jump her bones in the middle of the hallway. She wasn't exactly sure how to place herself in that moment because of that way things ended between them the last time they met."Listen Gidget, can we talk? I need to tell you something". She sounded sincere and her eyes were pleading Bridget to let her in, one last time. "Umm, of course, let's go in here" Bridget led her in an empty office room.
"So how are things? Your parole hearing is coming up, better start getting ready", she tried to sound cheerful but failed miserably. Franky didn't say anything at first, she just looked at Bridget. Sometimes in life you are faced with these defining moments that will change the course of your life forever. This moment was one of them. Bridget knew that. And she knew that Franky most definitely wasn't alone in this.
The air was thick with desire and despair. There wasn't much time, Franky knew that anyone could step in at any moment. She knew that if she wanted to make things right with Bridget, it would be now. They were close, close enough to touch but miles apart in a way. "Gidg, I know I've been useless as tits on a bull lately". Bridget couldn't help but smile. Sometimes Franky's choice of words were…well, they made her Franky, not Francesca. "I know nothing can happen between us while I'm in here, but when I get o.." Bridget interrupted her, "Yes". That was it. No more words were needed and none were said. Franky had a huge grin plastered on her face and Bridget smirked. "Gotta go now, work to do". All Franky could manage was an euphoric "Yep". It was astounding what a single yes could do. That single word held a promise and yet it freed them both from months of tortuous uncertainty.
