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It was almost two weeks before Vicky saw the Rossas again. Her calls went unreturned, and they didn't show up at the playground. Memories of the day in the backyard came more frequently, until Vicky was masturbating a couple of times a day, in the shower, in the middle of night, anywhere that she could sneak a feel. She worried that Claire was avoiding her after the incident, embarrassed about the line that they had crossed (although technically, nothing happened) and she found herself sinking into a funk. The "massage" aside, she liked Claire's company, and hoped that their relationship hadn't been irreparably damaged by a few hours of highly charged, but ultimately harmless, fun.
Even Lance, who was typically oblivious to her moods, noticed the change. Not that she got any more action from him; that would be asking WAY too much. But at least he offered to take Terry on Saturday so that she could have some time to herself to "recharge".
One Thursday morning the telephone rang as they were leaving to go to the playground. On an impulse she answered it instead of letting the machine get it. She was rewarded with the sound of Claire's voice at the other end.
"Where have you been?" Vicky admonished.
"Oh, we had to fly west to see Alan's parents. His dad had surgery and his mom was a wreck. As the oldest, he was expected to be at his parents' side to help weather the storm." Claire said.
"We were just on our way to the playground," Vicky offered after a moment of awkward silence, trying to sound nonchalant.
Claire agreed to meet them there and the two women hung up. It was all Vicky could do to keep from speeding. She was finally going to see Claire! At the playground, the two women embraced like long lost sisters. As the children played, they got caught up on each other's lives. Vicky confided that she'd been irritable lately, but avoided discussing the reason why.
"Lance finally got so worried that he offered to take Terry this weekend to give me some time off."
"That sounds great! I know; why don't we make it a ladies' day? You know, make the men take the kids while we go to the movies, get our hair done, maybe eat somewhere that doesn't have a kiddie menus."