"And freedom, oh freedom
Well, that's just some people talkin'"
Stacie Conrad made her way down the stairs, the smell of breakfast and coffee permeated the air. Aubrey was singing "Walking on sunshine" already dressed in tight jeans and a white blouse, sensible boots with a wedge heel. B.B. was eating her cut up bananas eagerly as she swayed her head to the song. Aubrey steamed milk for what was quickly becoming her specialty and Stacie's favorite, a classic cappuccino. Stacie paused for a second to take in the scene. Her daughter was happy, clean and ready for the day. Breakfast was on the table. Stacie smiled even thought she still wasn't quite used to this sight.
"Good morning," Stacie proclaimed, letting her presence be known. She gave her daughter a big kiss on the top of her head.
"Mommy! My hair!" The little girl protested.
"Good morning! Coffee?" At this point the question was rhetorical and Aubrey placed the cup in Stacie's eager hands.
"Thanks!" Stacie sat down at the table, where a plate of warm toast and a small cup of oatmeal with blueberries and honey waited for her. Aubrey was successfully getting Stacie to eat a slightly more substantial breakfast than she was used to and she could tell it was making a difference.
"You are all set to take on the world, huh?" Stacie said as she sipped her coffee.
"Yeah! After I drop off B.B. I'm meeting with the Inspector! It's going to be a big day!"
"Oh! Right! That's exciting!" Stacie stirred her oatmeal absentmindedly with her spoon.
"About tonight?"
"Yeah? Change your mind?"
"No, I was just going to say could it be 7 instead of 6?" Aubrey said.
Stacie grinned and said "Sure. Oh, um, are there any cookies?"
"I don't know… B.B. Are there any cookies today?" Aubrey sat next to B.B. and made a big show of looking like she was thinking hard. B.B. imitated her. Aubrey and B.B. exchanged looks and scrounged up their noses and then laughed. Aubrey produced a container full of cookies. "Yes! Me and B.B. made a big batch last night, these are peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies! And they are—"
"The best cookies in the world!" B.B. finished with a giggle. Aubrey opened the lid, gave B.B. a cookie and one to Stacie. Stacie looked at the perfectly round, still soft cookie. As she bit into it, she saw Aubrey smiling at her with unguarded joy. Her daughter was right, it was the best cookie in the world.
"I came in like a wrecking ball!"
Stacie Conrad sang at the top of her lungs as she pulled into her parking spot at The Mojave Regional Medical Center.
She opened her door and took a deep breath of the fresh, crisp morning air and smiled. Just across from her spot there was a brushy bush and sitting comfortably on one of its many branches sat a little colorful bird. She looked closer and examined its little details. It had a long black beak with a black tail and wings, and patches of white but what caught her attention the most was its vibrant purple cap and throat. It's head darted back and forth as it sang in a high pitch whistle. Then Stacie noticed what the little bird was watching so attentively, it was blur of color flying past it. It was another bird, it swooped by and dove at high speeds playfully. It dove again and circled elegantly as it sang but it wasn't a high pitch whistle, it was more of a high pitch, scratch-like tone. Stacie's eyes softened as she recognized that the little bird flying and pirouetting was attempting to court the other one.
"Hang in there little dude, she'll notice you're a catch!" she whispered encouragingly. She looked up, enjoying how the warmth of the morning sun kissed her cheeks. The colors around here seemed a little bit more vibrant than usual, even the bland colors of the building felt crisp and full of life. It felt like the universe itself was celebrating her good mood. Stacie Conrad took another deep breath and looking at her hospital said, "It's going to be a great day!"
With renewed vigor she burst through the front doors of her hospital with an unmistakable pep in her step and a cocky sway of her head as she mouthed the words to "Wrecking Ball".
Mr. Garcia, the security guard stationed at the front desk in the lobby, perked up at the sight of his favorite doctor. "There she is!" he greeted cheerily.
"Good morning, David!" Stacie's voice rang out, and she swayed her head playfully. Her smile was so wide it seemed to light up the entire lobby.
"You look like you're on top of the world today!" David replied, with a wide grin.
"I am! The weather's perfect, the birds are singing, and—" She leaned against his counter and said, "I have a lunch bag full of homemade cookies. Peanut butter and chocolate chips! Would you like one?"
David's face lit up. "Wow, yes! Those sound incredible!"
Stacie reached into her bag, producing a small container brimming with homemade cookies and proudly announced, "Here you go. My friend and my daughter made them."
David took a bite, his eyes widening with delight. "Man, your girls are amazing! These are delicious!"
"I know, right?" Stacie laughed and remembered, "Oh! By the way, do you think your sister is free to babysit tonight?"
"She should be," David said, his mouth still full. "She's waiting to hear back from grad school. She could use the extra dough."
"Perfect! I'll give her a call." Stacie thought about it for a second and added with a small frown, "And I should probably warn her," Stacie shrugged and spun on her heels, and practically bounced towards the elevator. "Thanks, David!"
David, seeing his friend happier than he'd seen her in a long time, called out, "Hey, you got a hot date tonight or something?"
"Or something!" Stacie shouted back as she disappeared into the elevator.
Aubrey parked in front of the school and just as she did every day since taking over this duty, instead of going for the drop-off, she personally walked B.B. to the classroom.
As Aubrey walked down the hallway, she noticed Mrs. Scott's office. She saw the small older blonde woman going through a mountain of paperwork on her desk. Aubrey Posen could tell the woman was a hard worker, and she respected that. The walls of her small office were adorned with countless paintings made by children.
Since there wasn't any receptionist in this small school, she knocked on the door and leaning in with a hesitant smile on her lips said, "Excuse me, Mrs. Scott?"
Mrs. Scott looked up from her paperwork, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, it's you, Ms. Posen. Come in!"
Aubrey walked into her small office, and took in all the artwork done by her students, and asked, "Mrs. Scott, sorry I was just passing by, and I couldn't help but notice all the wonderful artwork on your walls."
"Oh yes, the kiddos sometimes like to color for their teachers," Mrs. Scott smiled to herself, "It's one of the perks of the job, free art."
Aubrey looked at the paintings on the wall and her eyes were drawn to one in particular, it was one of B.B.s "I can guess who made this one, I'd recognize this shading from a mile away."
"Yeah, B.B. is quite the little artist."
Aubrey's eyes softened at the sight of the painting and said wistfully, "Yes, she really is."
"Is something on your mind, Ms. Posen?"
"I was just wondering, is there anything the school can do to help develop her natural artistic talent?" Aubrey's voice held a note of frustration as she leaned forward slightly.
Mrs. Scott sighed, and leaned back on her chair. "Unfortunately we're a small school and we don't have the resources for that, I really wish we did,"
Aubrey frowned for a second, she was restraining herself from letting her old self take over and adopt her usual posture to intimidate her, but she remembered a promise she made to Stacie. Instead, she said, "Of course, I'm sorry to hear that, I just—" she shook her head and turned away. "I'm sorry to bother you Mrs. Scott, I can see you're busy, I hope you have a nice day."
Mrs. Scott, noticing the brief moment of vulnerability in the imposing woman said, "But umm Ms. Posen if you'd like I can recommend an excellent online program for her."
Aubrey's face brightened at the suggestion. "That would be wonderful, thank you!"
Aubrey and the inspector stood by the pool of the derelict Motel as he finished putting the final touches on his report. The inspector sighed and looked up from his pad, "Please tell me you didn't actually buy this place?"
"I-uh, is it really that bad?" Aubrey's voice was tinged with a mix of embarrassment and hope.
Aubrey's gaze swept across the graffiti on the walls, the broken windows and the busted doors and cracked terracotta tiles beneath her feet. "Lady... At least the foundation is solid."
"Foundation's solid?" Aubrey echoed, as she looked at the Motel, her voice a little faint and full of hope.
"Yeah, everything else though…" The contractor's voice was less reassuring as he gestured vaguely at the rest of the Motel.
"That's okay, the foundation is good enough," Aubrey said, "I can work with that."
"Are you really going to go through with this?"
"Yes, I am!" Aubrey's tone was resolute, and eager.
"Then I suggest you start with a broom." He handed her the report and started to walk away.
Aubrey looked at the report, there were so many things checked off in bright red ink, she looked at the Motel, so worn down, filthy and she loved it. With a smile she said, "I'm going to get as many fucking brooms as I need to."
Aubrey bought out the cleaning aisle of the nearest Home Depot. She struggled with everything in the cart and as she was carting everything into the back of her SUV she noticed that her SUV didn't have a lot of cargo space.
Aubrey struggled but managed to load everything as best as she could
She took a step back, her blacked out Mercedes Benz G-Wagon while beautiful once again felt out of place in the desert. Aubrey frowned and thought to herself, "Well this simply just won't do anymore."
Aubrey drove towards the nearest car dealership with a wide smile on her face. She had promised Stacie she'd suppress her domineering boss bitch ways with the teacher, and it had been challenging but she'd done it. Car salesmen however were free game. That car salesman had no idea what was headed his way.
In a dusty, used car dealership Aubrey walked past the expensive, massive trucks with modern and overly complicated electronics. In her eyes these were pick-me trucks, she was sure they were capable but they were too showy. For once, she didn't care to impress anyone.
Something on the far back end of the lot caught her eye. It was an older pick-up truck, its vibrant red color sparkled brightly against the Mojave sun. It was a four-door 1996 Ford 4X4 F-350, its body was big, seductive, and powerful. Aubrey found herself captivated by the truck and whistled to herself as it circled as she trailed a finger along the glossy paint. She peered inside, climbed up the step rail and took in the interiors, for an older truck the interiors were black leather and gorgeous, she liked black leather. She peered into the back seat, it was massive and spacious enough that she could fit B.B.s car seat back there easily.
She climbed back down and took a step back to examine her completely, "There's a pretty lady!" Aubrey whispered to herself.
"Hi ma'am!" the middle aged man exclaimed as he walked over quickly in a huff, his brow sweating in the heat, and the sweat was seeping through his shirt.
"She's a beauty isn't she? Ma'am," He said trying to catch his breath.
Aubrey, seemingly uninterested, kept circling the truck. Her fingers brushing the chrome of the door handle "Yes she is," she paused and whirled around and smiled warmly at the car salesman who's eyes grew wide at the sight, taken aback by her confidence.
"Well, shall we begin?" Aubrey asked, an amused glint in her eyes.
The car salesman took an unconscious step back, "Begin?"
"Negotiating of course," Aubrey replied, her smile widening.
Stacie was looking forward to lunch. She had no idea what Aubrey had packed for her, but she was craving a cookie badly. She needed the sugar boost. Leaning against the nearest wall for a moment, she pulled out her phone. Her screen wallpaper was a picture Aubrey had taken of her holding B.B. by the old motel. It was a beautiful photo. The picture was bittersweet, it made her homesick for her girls. She clicked off her phone, composed herself. She still had patients to see before she could take her lunch break. She walked into the next patient's room.
On the bed lay an older, scraggly, angry-looking man in his 60s. But when he saw Dr. Conrad coming into his room, his face lit up. He quickly tried to hide it and scowled.
"I thought I asked them to get me another doctor!" The man barked.
Stacie gave her patient a small teasing smile, "They tried, but turns out no one else wants to work with you, Mike, so I guess you're stuck with me."
The man scoffed, "Fine… I guess it could be worse."
"That's right. That's exactly what a lady loves to hear," she said, barely paying attention as she grabbed his chart and examined the latest lab results. She sighed with relief and nodded, satisfied with the numbers.
Mike leaned forward, curious to hear his prognosis, "Give it to me straight, , how much time do I have left?"
"Unfortunately for— us, you have plenty of time. You see, you had a non-ST elevation myocardial infarction, or NSTEMI, basically a mini-heart attack. The key emphasis here is 'mini,' and your numbers are looking good. With some lifestyle changes, you should be around to annoy the rest of us for quite a while." She gave him a full blast of her classic Stacie smile.
The older man's scowl faltered, and he blushed. "Jesus, Dr. Conrad, I'm recovering from a mini heart attack here!"
Stacie grinned and said, "Mini-heart attack," she corrected, and playfully shrugged, "I guess, sometimes you just can't win, can ya, Mike?"
She walked out of the patient's room and felt her cellphone vibrate in her pocket. Pulling it out, she clicked it to life and saw a message from someone from her past. Her brow furrowed as she read the name on the screen. She hadn't expected to hear from him again, especially not now. Memories flashed through her mind, but she quickly shook them off. This wasn't the time to get distracted.
With a deep breath, she opened the message. It was short and cryptic: "Ciao Stacie, sono in città! Posso portarti fuori a cena?" Her brow furrowed further. Italian?
After her shift, Stacie drove home, her mind jumbled with thoughts. She pulled into the driveway around 5 PM, immediately noticing a bright red pickup truck parked there. The unfamiliar vehicle puzzled her, and the absence of Aubrey's blacked-out Mercedes G-Wagon set her heart racing. She hurriedly opened the front door.
"Aubrey?" Her voice trembled slightly.
"Mommy!" Right on time, the little girl sprinted over to hug her. Stacie returned the hug, but her eyes continued to scan the house for any sign of Aubrey.
"Hey! Is everything alright?" Aubrey appeared, her brow furrowed in concern, and for once, her hands were empty of the usual welcome home glass of wine.
"You're here?"
"Of course, Stace. Why?"
Stacie sighed, trying to compose herself, pushing down the panic that had gripped her. "Um, sorry, I just— um, what's with the truck?" She released B.B., who immediately darted off to the living room. Aubrey's gaze followed B.B. briefly before returning to Stacie.
"Oh, I figured I'd need a bigger truck for supplies for the motel and stuff. The wagon just doesn't have enough space."
"Oh, well, I like it!"
"You do?"
"Yes, it's big and sexy!"
Aubrey's lips curved into a relieved grin. "So, you ready for tonight?"
"Oh," Aubrey glanced at her phone. "Yes, I just have to be on the phone with Jesse for a bit, and then we can go. Is that alright?"
Stacie's frown was brief, quickly replaced by a smile. "Yeah, of course. The sitter should be here soon."
Aubrey's eyes lit up. "Oh, is she? You promised I could interview her."
"No, I said you could grill her, but Aubrey, be nice! You can't scare her off, or we're staying home."
"So I can't show her my gun?" Aubrey's tone was teasing.
"Bree! That thing better be locked away!" Stacie's voice was sharp, her teeth gritted.
"It is!" Aubrey leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "It's in a safe on the highest spot in the closet!"
Stacie's shoulders relaxed slightly, but her glare remained. "You promise you'll be nice?"
"I'll be nice! I promise."
Just then, the doorbell rang. Stacie shot Aubrey a warning look. "I swear to God, Aubrey!"
"What? I said I'll be nice!" Aubrey protested, playfully sprinting towards the door and flinging it open. A young Hispanic woman stood there, a shy smile on her face.
"You must be the sitter!" Aubrey's arms crossed, her stance defensive.
The young woman raised an eyebrow, adopting an equally defiant posture. "And you must be Ms. Posen."
Aubrey turned to Stacie, who offered a cocky smirk. "Well played, Dr. Conrad…"
"My name is Alma Garcia, and I was told to inform you that I have an undergrad in psychology, a minor in child psychology, and I graduated Summa Cum Laude. I'm currently applying for my Doctorate in child psychology. I've been babysitting since I was 15, and I babysat for Baby Bella for a few years. We got along swimmingly." Alma leaned in, her voice lowering. "I'm also a black belt in Karate. So if anyone even looks at Bella the wrong way, they'll find themselves on the dangerous side of my fist."
Aubrey's cheeks flushed slightly, she was impressed, and that wasn't an easy thing to do. "Well… I only have three words for you, Alma— do you have Venmo?!"
Stacie let out a groan of relief behind her.
Jesse looked in awe as he took in the sight of his wife from his laptop. Aubrey was wearing a tight and low-cut backless black dress that went down to her knees and had a side hem slit. She had her golden hair perfectly styled and her makeup was subtle and meant to accentuate her natural beauty.
"Wow, look at you!" Jesse said, his eyes widening. "You look incredible, Bree Bree."
"Thanks," Aubrey replied, forcing a small smile and sitting up straighter, trying to be more focused on the conversation. "I had an eventful day."
"Tell me all about it." Jesse leaned forward, genuinely interested.
"Well, I met with the inspector for the motel."
"Oh, how'd it go?"
"It was alright, I guess."
"Just alright? What kind of repairs?"
"Lots, but at least the foundation is good."
"Well, that's good. The foundation is the most important part. You know my offer stands if you need me to help when I come back."
"Thanks, but I really need to do this on my own."
"And I'm totally confident you'll do a killer job. You did a great job with the first few retreats."
"Thanks."
"You alright? You seem a little… off?"
"Sorry, it's just been a long day. Um, okay, what else did I do?" Aubrey thought as she tried her hardest to engage with him. "Oh, I also traded in the Benz for a truck."
"What? Really? That's a big change. You loved that thing! How are you feeling about it?"
"It's fine, really. It just wasn't practical out here. There wasn't enough space for supplies, and besides, there aren't that many electric charging stations around."
"Yeah, I can imagine. Send me a pic, I wanna see it!"
Aubrey quickly pulled out her phone and sent him one. "There."
"Whoa, that's big!"
"What about you? How was your day?" Aubrey asked, trying her hardest to seem interested.
"It was good. Everyone is stoked about the project. Um, Louisa has been really generous with letting us use her studio."
"Louisa?"
"Oh, um..." Jesse blushed a little and leaned forward towards the camera and whispered, "Imperatrix Kommissar. That's her first name."
Aubrey's eyes widened, surprised not only by her first name but that Jesse was actually on a first-name basis with her. "Wow, I'm surprised she told you."
"Yeah, well, it's a different setting. You can't go around calling folks by their a cappella nickname or dominatrix alias." He chuckled.
Aubrey laughed a little. "True, though I wouldn't have minded having the board refer to me as Mistress. Well, sounds like you're making friends."
"I guess. I mostly hang out with Pieter, but I think he's her sub or something. I don't know and I don't care. It's just nice to have someone to talk to face-to-face. It gets kinda lonely out here without you."
Aubrey's eyes softened with sympathy. She didn't know what she'd do if she didn't have Stacie right now. "I'm sorry. Well, actually, my intern is going to be in the area. Maybe you two can hang out. She's from California, so you'll have more in common."
"Sure, Tracy or something. I think I spoke to her on the phone a few times. So, any big plans for tonight?"
"Girls' night. Stacie wants to celebrate getting the motel." At that moment, her phone vibrated with a message from Stacie: "Our chariot is here!" Chariot? "Speak of the devil…"
"You have to go?" Jesse asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Aubrey tilted her head to side and apologized, "Yeah, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You girls have fun. We'll have a proper date night when I come back."
"Definitely." Aubrey stood up, and Jesse blushed as he caught a full-body glance of what she was wearing.
"Whoa, Bree! I hadn't seen it standing up! You look amazing."
"Oh I know! Good night sweetie!" Aubrey, feeling playful, blew him a kiss and slowly closed her laptop. She grinned wickedly, she felt vindicated and proud. She looked at herself in the mirror, she really liked how she looked, she felt sexy and powerful and she smiled brightly at herself. This little black dress was the same one she wore for a date night that he never showed up for.
Aubrey opened her bedroom door and stopped in her tracks. Stacie stood there looking breathtaking.
Stacie smirked cockily in a vibrant red halter-neck mini dress made of stretchy satin that clung to her curves. The deep V-shaped plunge showcased her cleavage generously, making it impossible for Aubrey to look away. The tight dress accentuated her toned ballerina's physique, while the mid-thigh hemline showed off her long legs. Her shoulders and back were mostly bare, adding a sultry touch. Loose cascading waves framed her face. Colorful dangling earrings and a gold band bracelet completed the look, along with red ankle boots.
"I'd say my eyes are up here, but that would defeat the purpose of this dress," Stacie said seductively, her eyes scanning Aubrey from head to toe.
Aubrey, in her tasteful Louboutin black strappy leather heels and an elegant black dress with a slit, felt a mix of admiration and surprise. The gold necklace she wore subtly drew attention to the contours of her neckline.
Stacie's confident smirk faltered for a second and she swallowed hard, realizing this was her date for the evening. Aubrey exuded class and elegance, and there was something about the glint in her eyes that made her emanate sensuality in its purest form. And it made Stacie's face flush and her heart race.
Aubrey, feeling bashful beneath Stacie's unabashed leer, blushed and said, "Umm you said something about a chariot?"
Stacie removed her hands from Aubrey's eyes to reveal a black and shiny stretch limo right outside her house.
"Ta-da!" Stacie said excitedly.
Aubrey gasped. "You got us a limo?"
"Yeah baby!"
"Stacie! Are you crazy? We could have just gotten an Uber!"
"Nope, it's a celebration/girls night and we're doing it with style." Stacie grinned triumphantly.
Aubrey was about to say something when she saw how Stacie's eyes shimmered with joy. Aubrey sighed and shook her head, the woman was unapologetically adorable.
The chauffeur opened the door for them.
"After you, gorgeous," Stacie's voice shifted from her usual playful tone, to a warm one full of sincerity. Aubrey, still smiling widely nodded and gracefully made her way in. Stacie followed behind her.
Inside, the limo was dimly lit, cozy and intimate. Aubrey couldn't remember the last time she was in a limo, the seats were black leather and had the consistency of clouds. Off to the side, nestled in mahogany there was a small bar, complete with a bucket full of ice, and bottle of champagne and fine crystal flutes.
Stacie squealed with joy at the sight of the bar and reached over. She quickly popped the cork with a giggle and poured them both champagne.
"To a night to remember," Stacie said, handing a flute of the sparkling golden liquid. Aubrey looked at the dancing bubbles as they rose to the surface, in them she saw promise. And she toasted with Stacie, their flutes clinking beautifully.
Aubrey whispered with a smile, "To a night to remember."
Stacie took Aubrey to Vivid Vibes, the only underground LGBTQ+ club on this side of the Mojave. Stacie grabbed her hand and eagerly dragged her towards the big double doors. The bouncer gave Stacie a nod and opened the door for her. Their senses were immediately flooded by loud thumping music, water vapor from dry ice machines, and the enticing smell of perspiration mixed with a sweet combination of perfumes.
As Stacie dragged Aubrey inside, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The place was massive, it was painted in dark colors, and decorated with a blend of southwestern and BDSM dungeon aesthetics. The lights were strobed with multiple colors as the DJ played mashups of iconic queer anthems with EDM. She could hear the familiar vocals of ABBA's "Dancing Queen" seamlessly blended with electronic upbeats. It reminded Aubrey of some of Beca's older mashups. The mix brought her to a new sonic dimension. Before she knew it, her head was swaying to the beat as they made their way past the masses of people to the center of the dance floor.
All around her, bodies of all shapes danced entranced to the beat. All in various states of dress and undress. Bodies glistening with sweat, glitter and neon. They all rotated, and circulated around Aubrey. She could feel herself slowly loosen up as she shyly began to dance.
"That's right, Bree, get into it! Come on," Stacie encouraged as she started to dance in front of her. She could tell Aubrey was enjoying herself but was still a little stiff and uptight. While she found it incredibly endearing, she wanted her girl to have fun.
"I'm going to get you a drink!" Stacie yelled through the deafening music.
It took Aubrey a second to process her words through the music, but she nodded. A drink would be perfect right about now.
Stacie walked over to the bar, and as it always happened, the bartender caught her eye immediately. She signaled for two and pointed at a bottle of vodka. Suddenly, a giant man appeared behind her, dressed like he had just come from the bowling alley.
"Stacie!" he exclaimed, going in for a hug.
"Big John!" Stacie screamed, wrapping her arms around his neck. The massive man lifted her right off her feet then gently set her back down.
"We've missed you! Where have you been, girl?"
"Hospital's got me doing long hours!"
"Ah, busy saving lives, huh! I'm so glad you're here. Let me get you a proper drink and let's catch up!" Big John said and gestured towards his booth.
"Sure, let me get my girl!" Stacie yelled as she grabbed the shots.
"Your girl?" Big John asked with a small smile on his face. He'd known Stacie for a couple of years, and she'd always been single. She may have had a date once in a blue moon, but no one had ever been "her" anything. She always came alone, she danced the night away, maybe connected with someone for a while in a dark corner and then went home.
"Yeah, Aubrey!" Stacie said excitedly pointing at the blonde dancing by herself. "We're celebrating!" Stacie smiled at the sight, Aubrey was a little bit looser and happier. Her gaze remained fixed on the blonde and without turning she said, "I'll be right back, Big John. I'll meet you at your booth!"
Stacie didn't wait for a response and just made her way past the dancing people, careful to not spill a single drop of the clear spirit in her hands.
When Aubrey caught sight of Stacie, she smiled brightly at her. She eagerly grabbed the shot from Stacie, and they shared a wordless toast and downed the shots together. Aubrey could feel the smoothness of the vodka traveling through her, settling her nerves.
"I want to introduce you to someone!" Stacie yelled into her ear and pointed at Big John in a booth. Aubrey nodded and let herself be led towards the booth.
"Aubrey, this is Big John!" Stacie said as she slid into the booth and Aubrey followed closely. Aubrey smiled, extended her hand, and Big John shook it eagerly. While the club was buzzing, this spot wasn't as loud, and they could talk without having to yell too much.
"Hi! Any friend of Stacie is a friend of mine," Big John said with a big smile.
"This is his club!"
"Oh! You own this place?" Aubrey saw the gentle giant in a different light, he was now a captain of industry, a peer.
"Yes! And this is a slow night! You should see it in Halloween!"
Stacie eagerly nodded.
They got to know each other. It turns out that Stacie saved Big John's life when she worked in the ER. Ever since then, Big John idolized her, and she had free reign of this place. Whatever she wanted, she got. Big John was a kind and friendly man, and Aubrey felt immediately at ease around him.
"So, Big John, how's that fine piece of ass husband of yours?" Stacie asked with a grin.
"There he is," Big John said, pointing at a man coming their way. He was wearing a black leather pup hood that reminded her of a rottweiler. He was also wearing a leather harness, a frilly apron, a leather jockstrap beneath, and a tail dragging behind him. He walked easily in really high heels and brought a tray of drinks for them.
"Aubrey, this is Robert, my husband!" Big John said happily.
Robert? Aubrey thought the name sounded familiar but she just couldn't place it. Past behind the mask hid the dark soulful brown eyes that looked oh so familiar to her.
Could it be him?
Her mind flashed with images of the handsome bartender at the Mexican restaurant. The man had been gorgeous, and Aubrey would have had to be blind not to notice. This was something else entirely. Right now, the man was beautiful in her eyes. Aubrey was completely bewitched by the sight. He moved with poise and grace, his chiseled body exuding masculinity. The pup hood was adorable, and she had an urge to pet him behind the ears.
Robert winked at her through his eye slit in his mask as he placed martinis in front of them and said in his sultry southern accent, "I hope you like it, ma'am,"
That was the final piece of the puzzle, that was indeed the same man from the Mexican restaurant alright, the same excellent bartender with great instincts.
The man turned around and went back to tend the bar, not before getting a playful smack on the bottom from Big John. His glutes were spectacular, and Aubrey blushed, deciding to take a sip of her drink to settle her racing heart. She couldn't believe that it was him.
The second her lips touched the cocktail, it demanded her absolute attention. It was a perfect martini, and suddenly nothing else mattered to her. A perfect martini was highly subjective, dependent on the drinker's tastes and preferences. They preferred gin or vodka, British, American or French, the amount of vermouth, whether they preferred a chilled glass or frosted, lemon twist or olive.
He used Ketel One vodka, which was smooth and versatile, with just a hint of vermouth, and with a twist of lemon. Her glass was chilled and not frosted. And just a hint of olive brine, making it just a little bit dirty and complex. It was perfect for her.
"Oh gosh, this might be the greatest martini I've ever had."
"He makes a great margarita too doesn't he?" Stacie teased with a wink.
Big John laughed out loud. "He'll be happy to hear it. My boy has certainly won plenty of awards for cocktails. What do you think about the outfit?"
"That outfit," Aubrey said, turning to Big John with an appreciative smile, "is incredible. The quality of the leather and the detail in the double stitching—it's exquisite and sturdy work!"
There was a glint of recognition in his eyes and he beamed with pride. "Yeah! It's one of my finest pieces, only the best for my Robert," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "I'm so glad you noticed the double stitching."
"You made his outfit?" Aubrey asked, impressed.
Stacie, who hadn't been able to keep her eyes off Aubrey during the whole conversation, downed her drink in one gulp and declared, "Alright Big John, it's been nice catching up, but I have to get this beauty on the dance floor."
"Oh, OK!" Aubrey said, surprised, and she finished her drink while Stacie dragged her onto the dance floor. "Please excuse us, Big John!" Aubrey called out politely.
Big John waved as the girls headed towards the dance floor and smiled, pleased by how happy Stacie looked.
The next EDM song started to play as Aubrey and Stacie danced together. Its beat was uplifting, fast, and fun. Stacie could barely make out the song past the medley of thumping beats, but it was Elton John's "Your Song." Stacie laughed as she danced and shook her head; she had a soft spot for this song.
Aubrey's smile widened as she recognized the song. "I love Elton John!" she shouted.
Stacie nodded and mouthed the lyrics as she danced closer and closer to Aubrey.
"I hope you don't mind!
I hope you don't mind!
That I put down in words how wonderful life is while you're in the world!"
Aubrey laughed as Stacie dramatically sang the song for her as she danced. They bounced to the beat and swayed, their bodies close. Aubrey joined in and sang along dramatically holding air microphones.
Then the lights dimmed, the strobing effect stopped, and the lights became warm as the song changed and with it, everything.
It was an EDM remix of "Pink Pony Club" by Chappell Roan. The beat was hypnotic and for some reason dirty, and Aubrey was suddenly transported. Stacie had to take a step back to look at the blonde.
The lyrics, "Pink Pony Club," repeated over and over again with the beat, and each time it made her heart pound. In Stacie's eyes, the blonde before her came alive.
As Aubrey danced, she listened to the lyrics of this catchy tune for the first time and she sang along as she processed each single word,
I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee
I left everything behind, her words echoed in her head.
Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me
Because the desert called to me.
Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene
Or my dad and all the bullshit he taught me.
She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream
And I'm so tired of caring what they think.
Stacie's eyes widened, and everyone around her blurred, there was only Aubrey in front of her. She had no idea she was going through but she knew it was life-changing, and she had to bear witness.
Aubrey her eyes closed tight, as she continued to process. Not too long ago the desert had opened a Pandora's box into her past, and now that it was open, it was impossible to ignore. This song invited her to reflect on her upbringing, growing up in a conservative military household. Who she was taught to be, what her family was supposed to look like, and even how she was supposed to look. But more importantly what the gender of the person she was supposed to be with was.
She opened her eyes partly and through the haze of her watery eyes she saw the beautiful brunette standing in front of her. She was an important piece of the puzzle. She reminded her of the beauty of ballet, motherhood, and the female form. And she even reminded her of the first woman that she had to admit had once captured her attention. And as she overcame her nerves, she screamed with Chappell the next verse with fierce passion.
God, what have you done?
You're a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh mama, I'm just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It's where I belong down at the…
Aubrey beckoned Stacie with her finger. Stacie blushed and she felt something stuck in her throat. For the first time in her life, Stacie Conrad hesitated. Jump! She heard the coyote scream past the music and in her subconscious.
That brief second of hesitation was all it took for someone else to shoot their shot with the stunning blonde dancing her heart out. A short brunette stood in front of her like a ghostly apparition.
Beca? Aubrey thought for a second and her heart skipped a beat, but the image withered away, her long hair shortened, her blue eyes darkened. It wasn't her and her heartbeat settled into place.
The petite brunette was painfully cute, she wore a plaid skirt and a black top with fishnets over it. Her hair was dark, short and spikey with pink highlights and her eyes were a bewitching hazel bright enough to be visible even in the scarce light.
With the alcohol buzzing through her system and her emotions running high, Aubrey's vision unconsciously narrowed, focusing intently on the short, mysterious stranger. She didn't know who this girl was but she had somehow managed to capture her entire attention in that moment. Aubrey still overcome with raw and confusing emotion elicited from the song continued to dance and bounce as she screamed the lyrics with all her heart,
"Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club!"
The short brunette closed the distance between them and started to grind against Aubrey's body. Aubrey was lost in the hazel of her eyes and grinded against her. She could no longer tell the difference between the fast beat of the song and her heartbeat. The stranger's hands settled on her hips and traveled up her back, running a finger gently running through her bare spine, making Aubrey tingle as she danced.
Stacie watched as the blonde danced with the mysterious stranger. Their bodies meshing into one and grinding to the beat was a sight to behold and her face was flushed and boiling. Whatever was going on there, she knew she needed to be a part of it and jumping became easy now. She positioned herself behind Aubrey and pressed her body against her back. They rocked and swayed in rhythm as Chappell Roan sang about her first time at a gay bar.
Stacie's eyes became hooded with lust as they focused on the slope of her neck, and the gentle curve of her shoulder. Her eyes caught sight of a small bead of sweat that fell from somewhere in Aubrey's hair and traveled down her shoulders. And somewhat accidently as they bounced and danced Stacie's lips made contact with Aubrey's neck. Stacie's eyes grew wide when she realized that happened.
Aubrey let out an unconscious moan as Stacie's lips made contact, sending ripples of electricity through her.
The music disappeared, and that moan became the only thing she could hear, it echoed in her head. Her eyes shot wide open as she realized what was happening. It felt like waking from a dream. She became increasingly aware of her body, how her dress clung to her, how the sweat dripped of her, and how Stacie's breast pressed hard against her back,
In front of her the beautiful petite brunette with the daring spiky hair had her hands on her hips, gripping her tight, slightly pulling up her dress. Aubrey right now wanted nothing more than both women to continue doing whatever the hell they were doing to her. But with her eyes open, those old traditional conservative values came crashing down and the fast pace of her heart went from thrilling to panicked.
Feeling overwhelmed, Aubrey excused herself and slid out from between both women. She darted towards the bathroom leaving Stacie staring at her retreating form. The short brunette didn't care and moved closer to dance with Stacie. But Stacie shook her head and went to the bar. She wanted to go after Aubrey but right now, she figured she needed the space, and Stacie herself needed a moment.
She found Big John by the bar and leaned next to him. She caught the eye of Robert who was mixing drinks in his outfit and he gave her a knowing nod. Stacie sighed, she frowned a little but her lips were curled into a small smile. Big John, who had been eyeing her, leaned over and said, "You look happy!"
Stacie turned to him surprised and her smile faltered and she looked down, "I've been hearing that a lot today."
Aubrey burst through the bathroom door and headed towards the sink. She was grateful for the miracle of finding the bathroom empty. She carefully splashed some water on her face, making sure not to ruin her makeup. Her heart was pounding and her breathing a little fast, she knew what her body was telling her and it scared her.
A beautiful woman walked into the bathroom
"You alright, hun?" She had a Texan accent and gave Aubrey a friendly smile. Something about her felt powerful and she reminded Aubrey of Linda Carter as Wonder Woman. She was wearing a dress with a baggy light jean jacket over it and a fine black cowboy hat. She had a beautiful red satin handkerchief tied around her neck. She also had a little flag in the lapel of her coat, with five horizontal stripes, two light blue, two pink and a white one in the center.
"Yeah, I think so, sorry" Aubrey apologized and straightened up.
The woman smiled, with quiet understanding. "It's alright darlin, nothing to be sorry for."
Aubrey smiled briefly and said, "I really like your hat."
The woman smiled. "Well thank you kindly." Her accent was melodic and charming.
"So what's got you all hot and bothered?" The woman looked at herself in the outfit and made sure everything looked good and reached into her bag and pulled out a very bright red lipstick and started to apply it on her lips.
Aubrey scoffed a little. "Everything is just a little overwhelming and umm—scary," she admitted to herself for the first time.
"It really is, I remember my first time in a place like this, a bit life changing for sure."
"That's exactly how it feels… life changing. And it's terrifying," Aubrey said sadly as she stared at her reflection, she could barely recognize herself.
"Can I say something?"
"Please." Aubrey begged her, she needed guidance, anything to help ground her to this moment, and provide some clarity.
"Girl with legs like yours, and a smile that big… I'm saying there's a Goddess inside of you that's begging to come out. Once you tap into her strength, you'll be unstoppable."
"She must be buried way deep."
"You just need help finding her is all… Actually." The woman reached into her purse and pulled out a new sealed tube of lipstick, "I always carry an extra one, mind if I?"
Aubrey started at the vibrant red lipstick and though she was a bit uncertain she nodded and said, "Oh um sure."
The kind woman did Aubrey's lips with the red bright lipstick. The classic red glossy lipstick glided on her lips. Aubrey stared deep into the woman's green eyes and saw herself. She struggled a little but decided to close her eyes and let herself be vulnerable and trust the stranger.
"Wow!" She heard the woman whisper as she gently turned Aubrey towards the mirror. Aubrey opened her eyes and gasped as she looked at her reflection. It felt like she was seeing herself for the first time. She knew the little black dress was flawless, but the bright red lipstick made her look powerful and salacious.
"Oh my." Aubrey exhaled. .
"There she is! There's that Goddess. How's that feel?"
Aubrey was in a state of shock, she was a Goddess, she was powerful and right now she was starting to feel fearless. "Thank you."
"You're welcome… here, keep it."
Aubrey snapped out of her trance and saw the lipstick that the woman placed in her hand.
"Oh I couldn't possibly." Aubrey protested.
The woman in a teasingly defensive tone said, "Girl where I'm from you don't turn down a stranger's kindness."
"Right, I'm sorry um thank you. But may I ask why you're giving this to me."
"I once needed something like this, it helped change my life, I'd be a fool not to return the favor to a sister in need."
Aubrey was touched. "I'm- really. Thank you so much"
"Don't mention it. No, go on, and have fun out there.
As Aubrey placed her hand on the handle of the bathroom door she turned to her one last time and asked, "It's supposed to be confusing right?"
"Of course, darling, there's not a single soul out there that ain't well acquainted with that confusion. But don't worry, let that Goddess guide you, but just be careful and don't kill anyone with that smile of yours."
Aubrey was so grateful to her and to this place so full of wonderful strangers that kept altering the course of her life.
Aubrey left the bathroom with renewed confidence, each step lighter and stronger. She walked towards Stacie at the bar, her eyes locked on target. Stacie turned to her, two martinis in her hands and she gasped as she caught sight of the fierceness in her eyes, and the vibrant red color on her lips. She froze as Aubrey grabbed the martini from her hand and downed it, while ordering with her eyes for Stacie to do the same. Stacie nodded and obeyed, and once their drinks were finished, it was Aubrey's turn to drag Stacie to the dance floor.
Big John and Robert exchanged knowing glances as they watched the pair heading towards the dance floor.
People gasped in awe and they cleared a path for Aubrey, the Goddess with shimmering and commanding blue eyes and a predatory smile, as she dragged an eager and befuddled Stacie.
She resumed dancing with Stacie, no longer shying away from the aggressiveness of her moves.
"You look so hot right now!" Stacie yelled over the music.
"I know," Aubrey replied cockily.
This time Aubrey took the lead, she dictated the rhythm of this dance. She didn't shy away from the aggressiveness of Stacie's moves, she welcomed them, and as she grinded and pushed, so did Aubrey. At every turn she matched Stacie's moves.
Stacie flushed and breathing hard, excused herself to go to the bathroom. Aubrey made her way back to the bar. The second Robert made eye contact with Aubrey, he started working on their drinks. She leaned casually on the bar, enjoying the sight of Rober's chiseled body moving with expert skill.
A hand slipped a card in front of her, catching her attention.
"In case you ever need an outfit," Big John said, his voice smooth and unbothered.
Aubrey glanced at the card, then up at Big John, surprised. "What? How?"
Big John's lips curved into a knowing smile, and he casually said, "Talent recognizes talent."
Aubrey studied the card on the bar, it was minimalistic and elegant. A peer indeed.
Right then Robert placed two Martinis in front of her. Aubrey admired the skillyly made cocktails, made with vodka, and a garnish of lemon. Robert's eyes met hers, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Aubrey raised an eyebrow and leaned forward.
"You know, that puppy might be looking for a new trainer soon," Big John said, his tone casual.
Aubrey turned to Big John, her eyes searching for something, and then back to Robert, as he made another cocktail, his eyes catching her gaze briefly and then back to his task. Her gaze returned to Big John, curious.
"It's alright, we're open," Big John added, still smiling.
Aubrey frowned slightly, processing the invitation. She glanced back at Robert, his body was magnificent and the way he moved was entrancing, and suddenly she saw the black door again, she imagined herself making that puppy walk, as she held its leash, she pictured him kneeling before her, begging. Another lock broke away and disappeared, she had no idea how many were left on that door, but guessing how her heart was racing, and how vivid the images were becoming, she knew she would reach her cusp soon.
She snapped out of it, grabbed her martinis, and met Big John's gaze, "Thank you, Big John, it's been nice to meet you." Aubrey said, as she left.
Big John chuckled softly and noticed the card was gone.
Aubrey noticed Stacie on the dance floor, looking around for her, she walked towards her. Stacie's face lit up, noticing the blonde walking towards her. Aubrey offered her the drink, which Stacie took gratefully and they drank together. They resumed dancing, their bodies joined until the club lights dimmed and the final notes of the music died.
After a night of dancing both women had the driver take them back to Stacie's house. The booze coursed through them, making them euphoric. The floor seemed uneven but that just made them giggle more. They supported each other as they stumbled through the house and into Aubrey's bedroom.
"You looked so hot dancing! And that lipstick!" Stacie giggled as she spun Aubrey around.
"Me? You looked amazing! How are you always so beautiful!" Aubrey said as she tried to take off her heels and fell backwards on the bed, and Stacie who had still been holding her hand fell on top of her.
"Oh," Aubrey yelped quietly, her eyes wide in surprise at the sudden closeness, their faces inches from each other.
Stacie didn't look surprised. Her eyes were hooded and glassy. Her breath felt warm. Her body on top of hers fit like puzzle pieces coming together. Their bodies simply fit. And Stacie's weight on hers was comforting, warm, and scary.
"Stacie?" Aubrey whispered in a throaty, trembling voice.
"Bree?" Stacie responded.
"I can't breathe," Aubrey lied.
"Oh sorry," Stacie's eyes opened wide, embarrassed. She apologized as she got off of her. She sat on the corner of the bed and smiled to herself and buried her face in her hands.
Aubrey, concerned, sat up and asked, "Stacie, are you OK?" Her voice was becoming increasingly slurred and drowsy.
"I'm just—yeah I'm OK, Bree. Sorry, I'm a bit buzzed, I should go to bed." Stacie got up, and headed toward the door.
But Aubrey grabbed her hand and stopped her, "Stay. Please?" she begged, with eyes that trembled with fear. "Whenever we sleep apart… I just feel so uncomfortable and alone."
"Oh, OK," Stacie answered, she knew exactly what Aubrey meant, but still she hesitated. Stacie wanted to both run away and stay. Her face showed a mixture of emotions. For once in her life, she wasn't sure what to do. But her body did, and it let Aubrey guide her back to bed as she turned out the light.
Aubrey held her on top of her, her arm around her neck. Stacie's ear was pressed against Aubrey's chest, and she could hear the gentle beat of her heart slowly increase in tempo.
"Stacie?"
"Hm?"
"Could you sing for me," Aubrey said in a pained whisper.
Stacie looked at her, this sleepy, buzzed version of Aubrey was so much more different from the Goddess she saw in the dancefloor, this version was vulnerable and scared.
Like Aubrey, Stacie also knew that the one thing that could always soothe the soul of a broken Bella, and if she was asking for it, it meant something. "Sure, Bree whatever you need." She rested her ear once again over Aubrey's heart and listened. The beat of her heart reminded her of one particular song they danced to that night and it was the perfect tune for this moment.
"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide."
Aubrey whispered softly, "I love Elton John."
Stacie smiled, and continued the song.
"I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live"
Stacie's voice dripped with pain.
"If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you"
Stacie lifted herself from Aubrey's chest and looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, and there was a small gentle smile on her lips. Stacie's eyes were getting misty and her mouth dry but she wanted to finish the song. No matter what.
"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words"
Stacie's trembling hand reached over and gently cupped Aubrey's cheek, she could feel how soft her skin was. Aubrey unconsciously rubbed her face against her hand and accidentally one of her fingers grazed her lips. And Stacie fixated on those red lips and her body unconsciously moved up, and leaned close to her face and she continued to sing to her.
"How wonderful life is while you're in the world."
Stacie whispered and then realizing her face was inches from Aubrey's she pushed herself off and sat up and looked at her. Aubrey looked like she was asleep.
"Aubrey…" Stacie's voice trembled.
"Hmm?" Aubrey's response was tired and melodic.
Her eyes fixed on her bright red lips, and breathed, "I'm trying— I'm trying not to be selfish right now."
Aubrey chuckled, as she clumsily rubbed her face with the palm of her face in a manner that Stacie could only describe as incredibly adorable, and asked, "Why?"
Because you are married, Stacie wanted to scream, but instead said with a tone of sadness, "Because it's the right thing to do."
"It's the right thing to do," Aubrey echoed.
Stacie leaned closer and closer, her lips were so close to Aubrey's that she could feel subtle static between them. She pulled back again, her heart was pounding.
What are you doing, Stacie?
Staring into the darkness she whispered her confession, "You know, I know how you all used to see me back in the day, flighty, sex-crazed, the dumb bimbo, at first I just thought it was funny, like a joke that went on for too long. But the truth was that it hurt so much, and after a while, I just— learned to embrace it you know, it was easier to become what everyone thought I already was… that way it hurt less."
Aubrey whispered, her voice strained, and her eyes still closed, "I'm sorry Stace."
Stacie was confused, she wasn't expecting an apology, and asked, "Why are you sorry?"
"I didn't see you, I was so focused on winning, on myself… I should have seen you. I should have been there for you and… maybe."
Stacie swallowed hard,"Maybe?"
"Maybe…" Aubrey whispered as a tear ran down her face. The sight of that tear made Stacie gasp.
"You are just so amazing." Said a sleepy Aubrey reached over and cupped Stacie's face with her hand as her thumb traced gentle circles on her cheek, then her eyes opened halfway through, and even in the darkness Stacie saw how her blue eyes glittered with tears, "Stacie… you are the most incredible, kind, generous, selfless, human being and an incredible mother."
Stacie was holding her breath and her eyes became even more misty as she drank in those words that filled the cracks in her soul she had long forgotten.
"I am—" Aubrey paused and closed her eyes, she was falling asleep.
"What? Please… Tell me, you are what?"
Aubrey opened her eyes and whispered, "I'm just in constant awe of you."
Stacie gasped softly, and then her breathing quickened, she was trying so hard to hold back her tears. For the first time in her life, her heart physically hurt. She breathed, "In awe of me?"
"Uh-huh," Aubrey said softly and she went quiet, seemingly asleep.
I want to be selfish, and I want to be a hypocrite. Stacie thought, her heart aching for the woman lying in front of her. She was often dismissed and misunderstood, and she had never experienced this level of pain in her life. She thought she had everything she wanted in life, a beautiful daughter, a wonderful career, a house… but this woman was the one thing that she didn't know had been missing all this time.
Right now, she hurt so much that it felt like she would die if she didn't kiss her. With trembling fingers, she reached towards Aubrey's lips. The very tip of her index finger just about to touch those vibrant red lips of hers but stopped just before touching them.
Stacie gritted her teeth and frowned, using every ounce of strength left in her body she turned her face away. "I should go to bed," she said, her voice breaking, as she started to get out of bed.
Aubrey whispered in a soft and needy voice. "Don't leave me. Comfy and warm?"
Stacie stopped in her tracks, Aubrey had used her own words against her. Stacie smiled, a tear escaped her eyes. It hurt her so much, but still she let Aubrey wrap her arms around her once more. She quickly wiped away her tears as Aubrey lay her head above her heart. Once more Stacie could hear Aubrey's gentle heartbeat and she continued the song.
"I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Stacie scoffed and whispered to herself, "Like I could ever forget the color of your eyes,"
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words"
"How wonderful life is while you're in the world."
Stacie started to sob openly she didn't have the strength to hold them back anymore, she just hope Aubrey wouldn't notice, as she continued the chorus through gritted teeth.
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words"
"How wonderful life is while you're in the world."
Stacie finished the song softly with her heart completely shattered. And as she came to terms with her feelings for the woman holding her, she thought, I don't think I can be selfless anymore.
For a second, the dark room lit up with the blue light of Stacie's cellphone.
To be continued.