All of the characters in this work of fiction are 21 years old or older.
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Although several characters from The Happiest Day of Her Life appear in this series, it is not necessary to read that series to follow and enjoy this one.
This chapter contains lesbian sex, group sex, and some bondage. The group sex is heterosexual in nature. For those of you not into this sort of thing, I ask you to kindly bear with it as it is an important part of the story even though it will not be a major part of the series.
Thank you to everyone who has commented on, voted for and/or favorited any of my other stories. It is appreciated. Please vote for and comment on this one as well.
Extra special thanks, as always, to my Beta Reader, FangsAnarchy. Thank you. You know exactly how to light a fire under my ass and get me to dig deeper for a better story. Special thanks, also, to Jessie92 who read this chapter and gave some wonderful suggestions.
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It was early evening on December 11 and Holly was exhausted when she returned home from work. She had only heard one case today but it seemed to go on ad infinitum. Holly was a US District Court Judge serving her third consecutive year on the Federal bench. She dropped the unread mail on the kitchen counter and fixed herself three fingers of Scotch.
The drink had a lovely bite to it. Holly was a big fan of Glenlivet. It wasn't just the taste, which she loved, it was also the smell of it. The smell of Glenlivet, for whatever reason, always reminded Holly of a roaring fireplace. Each time she inhaled it, it made her feel safe and warm. It was expensive Scotch and she felt it was worth every penny. She sat back on her sofa, drink in hand, and wondered if she'd rather order out or just throw some leftovers in the oven. Holly hated microwaves and no longer owned one. Food tasted better, she thought, when it came off the stove or out of the oven. She decided she didn't want to see anyone else, not even a delivery boy, and preheated the oven. She was arranging leftovers into a Pyrex dish when she heard a knock on the door.
Holly stopped to wash her hands before she answered the door. She wasn't sure who she was expecting but this wasn't it.
When she opened her door, Holly looked up at a stunningly beautiful woman with long chestnut brown hair. The woman's face seemed sculpted and was incongruous with the rest of her which was clad in paint covered overalls and a similarly paint stained tee shirt. Upon closer inspection, Holly discovered that the paint stains were dry. Some had even faded. They were old stains. She realized she hadn't addressed her "guest" yet.
"May I help you?" Holly asked politely.
"Mrs. Sullivan?" the tall brunette asked.
"Um, sort of," Holly answered. "It's 'Ms.' or 'Judge' Sullivan."
"Oh," the woman said with a slight look of embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I'm your across the hall neighbor, Ivy Rogers. I have a couple of pieces of your mail that were delivered to me by mistake."
"Oh!" said Holly. "Thank you for bringing them over. I just picked up my mail but I didn't go through it. Let me make sure I don't have anything for you."
"It usually doesn't work that way," Ivy said. "You'd probably get the mail for Mrs. Silvers down the hall but you probably should check just to make sure before I go."
"You're going already?" Holly asked. "Am I that offensive? Stay for a little bit and have a drink with me. I was also just about to whip up dinner if you're hungry." Holly wasn't normally as codependent as she appeared at that moment. She had, however, sat for hours listening to a very tedious trial and she found Ms. Rogers very attractive. Holly always acted impulsively when she found a woman to be sexy. There were times she kissed women she barely knew.
"I'm famished," Ivy admitted, "but I couldn't impose."
"It's leftovers, so it's not an imposition. Besides, I insist."
Ivy replied, "Well, in that case, what do you have to drink?"
"Do you like Glenlivet 18?" Holly asked.
"I have no idea what that is," admitted Ivy.
"Single malt Scotch whiskey aged for eighteen years," explained Holly. "I'll pour you a little. If you're not used to Scotch, all I will say is to remember to sip it." Holly pulled a shot glass from her cupboard and barely poured enough to fill the small glass halfway. She handed the shot to Ivy.
The younger woman politely accepted the shot glass and gave a little sniff. Ivy had never had whiskey before. She'd been raised on beer and wine. She remembered the warning to sip. She put the tiny glass to her lips and narrowly allowed an entire drop to enter her mouth. She made a face as though she'd just sucked on a lemon when expecting champagne. She swallowed it and took in a breath of air. She blew the breath out slowly and smiled. She took a slightly bigger sip, swallowed and smiled, and then finished the shot. She swirled the Scotch in her mouth before swallowing. She didn't know why. It just felt like the best way to experience it. She was not disappointed by the sensations in her mouth. Holly got out a somewhat larger glass and poured two fingers worth for Ivy.
She returned to the Pyrex and added enough food for two people. It was an interesting melange of previously cooked foods. The oven had preheated by this point so Holly shoved the dish in and looked through the mail she'd brought in.
"Nope," she said. "Nothing for you or Mrs. Silvers. Let's see what you brought me." Holly picked up the three envelopes Ivy had given her. She looked at the return address for the first one and dropped the other two. There was a stunned look on her face. "Holy shit."
"Are you ok?" Ivy asked with concern in her voice.
"Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I've just been waiting for this one." Holly opened the envelope and read quickly. She took a big breath and read it again. "Wow. I've been divorced for the last two weeks and didn't even know it. This is my divorce decree. It's official now."
"I'm not sure whether or not I should congratulate you," Ivy said.
"You should," Holly said with a smile. "This is a good thing."
