HI again. I've noticed the reviews and views have slackened off quite a bit lately, so I hope I've not been boring you with this! Anyway, I'll post this chapter and see what you all think.

Mistakes are all mine, sadly none of the characters belong to me, which will come as a relief to Kat and Lily, who would spend half their time naked and/or shagging and the other half falling out spectacularly if I were writing 'their' scripts.

On then...

Naomi

I wouldn't say I'm exactly frightened of Katie Fitch...more intensely wary, I suppose. She is a force of nature after all, like an earthquake or a tsunami, so I think thats justified? So when I opened my door and she swept past me in a haze of expensive perfume, I merely took a deep breath, which was nothing to do with my appreciation of her pricey scent choices.

Dressed to the nines even at this time of the morning, with a short black silky skirt and tight crimson top showing off those impressive tits, she looked what she was...an apex predator. I had the time to appreciate her rather shapely pert behind too as she walked straight into my lounge...(sorry, lesbian force of habit...even if it is my ex's twin sister)

Well, as you know already, 'lounge' is a bit of an over description for what is more like a studio flat. Which in turn means in the middle of the room is a comfortable...err...bed. A divan bed which was currently occupied by a quietly sleeping Mandy. I grimaced as the said occupant stirred.

"Naoms...what the...?" she moaned sleepily, emerging from under the duvet with bed hair and a dopy grin...which faded pretty damned smart when she saw who our early morning visitor was...Katie Fitch in full sail was a sight terrifying enough to drop grown men at the knees.

My well dressed visitor smiled tightly at the unexpected view of my overnight guest.

"Right..." she drawled slowly..."so I guess this is the Emily substitute de jour?"

I bridled at that jibe but Mandy beat me to the punch. I silently thanked her for courage in the face of the enemy. My own courage seemed to have taken a weekend break in Brighton without telling me.

She sat up slowly, giving us both a full on view of that tanned and beautifully formed upper body before smiling sweetly back at Katie. I was briefly reminded of two she cats meeting in an alley. Disputed territory as it were. My eyes automatically went to those smallish but elegantly presented breasts. Breasts I had worshipped a good deal last night and breasts I was just about to have another play with this morning, before we were so rudely interrupted that is.

I give Katie her due, while I was trying desperately not to drool over my current partners assets, she kept her eyes on the dark brown ones challenging her. Not once did her gaze drop to those frankly delicious tits. I guess Katie definitely is heterosexual after all. My musing about her possibly exploratory early years at uni seemed to be off base. Just me who is totally disarmed by firm naked breasts then...

Mandy coughed as I carried on lusting over her tits while Katie studiously avoided doing the same.

"Well...nice as it is to chat...and pleased to meet you, I guess...Katie, isn't it?" Mandy said conversationally.

She knew very well who it was. I might not have exactly had a picture of my ex on the wall over my bed, but I'd been descriptive enough about the car crash our relationship had turned into for Mandy to add two and two. She knew this wasn't Emily...so.

"I was just about to take a shower anyway babe" Mandy smirked at me " I'll leave you to...entertain...your visitor Naoms...don't be too long now...I have plans" she purred as she slipped smoothly out of bed, giving me a glimpse of the peach like smooth nirvana between her legs on the way. As she passed me, still holding Katies eyes, she patted my arse possessively and growled. A better demonstration of 'that's mine' I have never been witness to. Deuce I think...

Katie waited until the bathroom door closed before turning to me. I was briefly cheered by the faint flush on her face. It seems even the scary Katie Fitch isn't completely immune from admiring a direct challenge.

"Well..." she said, looking again at the rumpled bed and making a small moue with her painted lips "...I would suggest sitting down to talk, but..."

I flushed at a sudden vivid flashback of how comprehensively Mandy and I had rumpled my sheets and made that bed frame squeak for almost an hour last night. Maybe being in a room with Katie and the scene of the recent crime was a bit tacky?

Luckily, it was an unusually warm morning for the West Country and the French doors leading to my tiny balcony were slightly ajar. I had two old cane chairs out there, facing the normally uninspiring view of Bristol Quay, half a mile away. It would have to do. The sun was up and the breeze light.

My brain gave me a jump start as I led Katie through. I realised that the drop was considerable to the car park below. If Emily's sister wanted to do me physical harm, one push would be enough. But I forestalled any more internal panic by sitting down with a thump on one chair, whilst indicating the other to Katie. She gave the chair a once over before dusting it with a small handkerchief from her clutch bag. I could see her brain working.

"Expensive skirt vs dusty chair...hmmm"

But practicality must have won out, as she sat down delicately on the edge, closing her knees artistically, then fixed me with an cool look.

"Right then..." she said briskly "You and my dippy sister..."

I jumped at that. No soft entrées then, straight to the point.

"Err...there is no me and Emily" I said firmly.

Not firmly enough obviously.

"Fuck off" she said cheerfully "...thats a crock of shit and we both know it. Whatever...charms...the Amazon Queen in there can offer you is by the way. Been there, done that...masking heartache with wall to wall sex...although my substitute of choice is normally bigger on the testosterone. You love my sister...and she loves you. The rest is just bullshit. You can shag Pocahontas every hour on the hour if it helps you deal with it, but the truth is you and Ems are crazy about each other. She hurt you by not telling you the truth about her ex straight away. But you know nothing is going on with her and that Sarah bitch, don't you? It was as much a shock to Emily as you when she found out they'd be working together. But...and listen to this fucking carefully Campbell... my sister is in bits over this. Like really, really in bits. Do you think she'd be this unhappy if all she wanted was for her and her ex to get back together. It's past, done...get it? Way in the dim distant fucking past, actually"

It was a good speech, but I wasn't buying it straight out of the cellophane.

"Excuse me for being a touch sensitive about it Katie...but you weren't here...you didn't see the look in Emily's eyes when she admitted who she would be working with...and how she felt about it?...She practically drooled" I said.

Katie sighed and rolled her eyes. I resented that gesture...my mother always told me I have the patent on it after all. Here was Katie Fitch using my own infuriating 'whatever' expression against me...in my own fucking home. I gritted my teeth and prepared to do battle. But she spoke quicker than I could think of a smart remark.

"Look Campbell...I know it comes as a shock to the system to find out there are other attractive carpet munchers out there...and I'm being generous here. God knows why my sister finds you so irresistible...you're bad tempered, sarcastic and you've got the dress sense of a colour blind pensioner...but she does.

I glared at the triumphant look on the immaculate Ms Fitch's face. I might not have the means or the fashion sense to compete with her, but I'm not a total skank. Fucking cheek. I blew out an exasperated breath, which served only to make her smirk harder.

I tried again.

"Irrelevant Katie...and you can fuck right off out of my flat if you think insulting me will make me forgive your sister. She hurt me...like really hurt me? We've had way too many false starts already to make me want to try again. First the delightful Richard Hurst was the problem, sticking his middle aged dick where it wasn't needed. Then I had to put up with that drip 'almost boyfriend' Neil, fucking hands all over her... smirking at me at that party like he'd won first prize. Now its a fucking significant ex from her uni days? I've never pretended to be anything other than what I am...a single, over 21 dyke who just wants to mean something to someone else. Well, Emily had her chance. She blew it...just like she blew that fucker Hurst after his Starbucks every lunch time. Fuck that. I know what I am Katie...and if being less than Carla Delevigne in the fashion stakes and a bit sarcastic? So what? I'm not fucking perfect...but at least I'm honest?"

For the first time I saw something like respect in Katies eyes. I was giving back as good as I got and it seemed to change the dynamics of the face off. Now she puffed out a reflective breath.

"OK...OK. I get all that. Emily fucked up more than once. But the facts remain the same. She loves you...you daft cow. Forget her frankly pathetic attempts to pretend she's straight. I knew she wasn't from the time we grew tits in year 11. I didn't want to know it...not for a long time anyway...so I'll take part of the blame for her being confused about what she is. But I've never seen her suffer over anyone like she is over you. Certainly not over the sainted Sarah. Look...I'm not expecting you to forgive and forget overnight. I get that she hurt your feelings. But nothing happened then, and nothing is happening now. She's totally miserable because she's in love with you...not Sarah, or Neil or Richard Hurst. You...OK?

My mind, once so made up and determined, was spinning. I'd never had to make a decision about a relationship like this. A random shag showering in my bathroom and my ex's sister sitting on my balcony, waiting for an answer. It was too much. I needed space...time...whatever.

"Look Katie. Thanks for coming here. I know you don't like me much. But I have some thinking to do. I'm not just gonna jump in with both feet again. I still have trust issues and nothing you've said changes that. Lets just leave it there for now, huh?"

Katie went to argue with me, but I think the look in my eye persuaded her maybe for the first time in her life, to back off. She nodded curtly.

"Fine..I've said my piece anyway. I promised Ems I wouldn't get involved, but you fucking lezzers would just swap soppy looks whenever you bumped into each other for the next year or so and nothing would get sorted. I'll just say this one last time so you know...Emily loves you...like really loves you. She's my twin sister and I'd do just about anything to stop her getting hurt. Do your thinking...shag your Amazon fuck buddy a couple more times this morning, just to get it out of your system...then fucking call her, right? I don't want to make any more early morning calls at Chez Campbell...specially with naked nympho's on the menu...comprende?"

I nodded back...I mean, what the fuck else was I supposed to do?

Katie left then, just the miasma of her musky perfume left to tell the tale.

Did I shag Mandy again?

Too fucking right. She's a damned good jump and I think the recent confrontation added a bit of spice for both of us. She left just after 11...a big fat hickey on her neck... all glazed eyes and shaky legs.

Me?...I went back to bed and slept off the effects of her clever finger work. It was Sunday, right?

Dreamless sleep, that's what I wanted. Tomorrow was soon enough to deal with the E Fitch problem.

Short one I know, but if no one's reading...who will care! Hahaha

Later gentle readers...