For all the world you would have thought they were just two girlfriends out for a social meal...chat, laughter, a few glasses of a top quality wine...
The meal was fantastic, the company great, but eventually the restaurant wouldn't contain where they wanted to go. Gillian turned to her date and said, "Shall we head back to my place for a... coffee?" with the implication of much more.
If you hadn't been part of the conversation, the tiny pause would have meant nothing. To these ladies it meant crossing a line both of them were curious about, but not entirely sure of. "Sure, Gill, lets get a cab."
The bill was paid, they walked to the curbside and hailed a cab...Gill gave her address; the cabbie pulled out into the traffic and they were on their way. From Theresa's perspective, there was no turning back now -- that's just the way she was...
As they went up to the apartment in the lift, Theresa reached out cautiously and took Gill's hand...Gill looked over to her and smiled...the leaned in to give her a swift, but tender kiss. "Coffee first honey," she said, "you need to relax a little." They both smiled widely, though Theresa's complexion was tinged slightly red with her nervousness.
More chatter, more laughter -- and one of the best homemade coffees Theresa had ever tasted. They were sitting on the couch facing the windows, though the shades were drawn. Gill got up, took Theresa's cup back to her kitchenette and as she returned, she dimmed the lights. Drapes were drawn and Theresa let out a little sigh of appreciation -- the view was truly magnificent -- looking over the harbour which glistened with reflected light.
Without even registering how she got there, she realised that Gill was sitting next to her again, and that she'd taken her hand -- Gill lifted it to her lips and softly kissed it...she moved a little closer to Theresa and began to lean in -- Theresa closed her eyes.
