Disclaimer: see chapter one

Sara left Greg's apartment and stopped off at a bar on her way home. Since Catherine had conveniently chastised her like she was a child the last time she drank at home, she'd drink in the company of strangers.

She parked and entered the dimly lit, smoky bar. There were very few people here, but that was the way she liked it. There was a hard, steady beat being put down by whoever the DJ was. If Cath was here with her, she would definitely be on the floor with their bodies moving to the music. Cath may be almost fifty years old, but the woman still knew how to move. Sara had been extremely lucky to be on the receiving end of more than one of her "dances."

But tonight, she wouldn't be so lucky. No, tonight she was sitting in this bar alone, determined to put some distance between her and her thoughts.

She moved to an empty stool at the bar and pulled off her leather jacket as she sat down. The bartender walked over. "I haven't seen you in here in forever. What are you drinking these days?"

"You're right. It's been a while, Luce. I'll, uh, have a beer." The long-legged bartender came back with her beer and Sara asked her, "You have any cigarettes back there? I'm dying for a smoke, too."

"What brand?"

"Whatever you have will do. Can't drink and not smoke. I think that's in the lesbian handbook somewhere."

The bartender laughed at Sara's joke before quipping, "Nah. Not the lesbian handbook. I think it's on one of the stall doors back in the restroom."

"Can't say I've ever done much reading when I'm in a restroom stall."

"I can't say anyone that ever comes in here and uses the restroom here does much reading, sexy."

Sara blushed both at the comment and the memory of the things she had done in that restroom. She turned around to do a little 'people watching.' It had been one of her favorite things to do when she went to a bar. When she was single, picking up women had never been her forte. She found that if she sat back and waited and watched, the women would come to her. That had always been her MO. Sit and wait. It had never failed her. The added bonus was that she didn't have to worry about rejection if she was just sitting and waiting.

So, here sat Sara Sidle, in a bar mostly frequented by lesbians off the strip. She was on her third beer when her cell phone started vibrating in her pocket. She pulled it out and looked at the name on the caller ID. Cath. She flipped the phone open and said, "Sidle."

"Sweetie, where are you? I tried the school and they said you cancelled your classes and headed home because you had a family emergency. Are you okay? Is Gibson?"

"I'm fine babe. I just needed the break away from work today."

She could hear the annoyance in Catherine's voice when she started speaking, "A break? A break from what? Sara, is that music I hear? Where. Are. You?"

Sara sighed heavily. She knew Catherine would be pissed when she found out where she was. "I'm with Greg." She lied.

"You're with Greg? Right now? At this very moment?" From her tone, Sara knew that she was busted.

"No, not right this moment. I was with him. Earlier. Today." She stammered trying to give the correct answer.

"Uh, which is it, Sara? You're with him now or you were with him earlier?"

"You obviously already know the answer to that or you wouldn't be pressing so hard. I'm at a bar. I'm at Labyris."

"What are you doing at that..that..that place? Do you realize what sort of reputation that place has? That bar makes the damn strip joints look like nunneries."

Sara couldn't help be laugh at haughty Catherine was being regarding her choice in bars. "Funny. I used to come here all of the time before you worked your way into my bed. ….No, I'm fine, thanks. I don't really want to dance."

"Are you with someone there?" Catherine was getting angrier and angrier.

"No, sweetheart. I'm not with anyone. Can I help it if a few women find me irresistible?"

"You better get your irresistible ass home. Now! And those WOMEN better not touch the merchandise."

"How about you come over here and join me? We haven't been out together in forever, Cath?"

"Sara, some of us have to work in the morning and can't afford to not be at our best. Now, get home."

"Yeah, I'll be there in a little while. I've been drinking. You don't want me to get a DUI, do you?"

"Fine, sober up and get home. And Sara?"

"I love you, too, Cath." Sara closed the phone, put it back in her pocket and motioned for the bartender.

"I need a coffee. Black."

While she waiting on her coffee, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to find out who it was attached to. "Leslie?" Sara stood up from her stool and wrapped her arms around the woman in front of her. "I haven't seen you in years. How are you?"

"It's been three..four years? You look good, Sidle." She pulled back from the hug and looked Sara up and down. "Really good."

The two sat at the bar and caught up on old times. Sara talked about her marriage to Catherine, their kids, and her career change. And then, THE song came on. Leslie's entire face perked up as soon as she heard the familiar beat. "Sara, we have to dance to this."

"No. No. NO! Catherine would kill me if she even knew I was sitting here with you. She told me to sober up and head home and that was," she looked down at her watch, "two hours ago."

Leslie wasn't about to take no for an answer. She grabbed Sara's hands and pulled her off of the stool toward the dance floor. "This used to be our song, Sidle. Don't tell me that you've forgotten how to dance." She put her back against Sara's front and slid her arms up around Sara's neck. Sara remained stone-still until Leslie started grinding against her to the rhythm of the music. No one could have resisted the urge to put their hands on her hips to hang on for the ride. As soon as the song was over, Leslie spun in her arms and gave her a very chaste kiss on the cheek before they returned to their seats at the bar.

Neither of them noticed the person in the corner of the bar taking photos of them with a camera phone.

A few minutes later, as Leslie's girlfriend joined the two of them, Sara made promises to be in touch and slid her jacket on. On her way out of the bar, she called Catherine and informed her that she was on her way home.

The events of the evening were definitely something she was not going to share with Catherine. She hated keeping secrets from her wife, but the last thing she wanted to do was tell her that an ex girlfriend was grinding her ass against her on the dance floor. The only ass that was ever supposed to touch Sara was the ample one that belonged to Catherine.