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Ouch! It was Rosalie.
“Yeah babe, we got exhausted casing out a suspect and just crashed here. I’m sorry I didn’t leave a message, I didn’t think you’d be home.”
She waited through an awkward silence, feeling sure that Rosalie didn’t believe her story.
“Yeah, that’s why I was calling,” Rosalie said. “I was worried when you didn’t come home.”
“I thought you were gone for another week?”
“Things pooped out, but hey, I thought maybe I’d take off for Sonora. See my brother.”
“Really?” Leslie said cautiously. Rosalie didn’t go see her brother unless something was bothering her. “Anything wrong?”
“No. Just not seen him in awhile. I miss Mexico. You want to go?” she asked, as an afterthought.
“God, Rosie, wouldn’t I love it, but we’re still working on this case. It’s a nasty one, but I think we’ll have the answers we need real soon.”
Leslie looked down, seeing Robin watching as she rattled off her string of lies.
“I’ll be about a week, you take care, pretty buns,” Rosalie said. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Leslie answered. She heard the phone click, then she hung up. “How did I do?” Leslie asked.
“I would never have bought your story, but I suppose it depends on how much she wanted to believe you.”
“I don’t think she did. She’s going to see her brother.”
“So?”
“She’s ready to split, I can tell. Last night was just the icing on the cake. I feel it in her voice.”
“Just your intuition?” Robin asked.
“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me, but Rosalie is not hard to figure out.” She sighed, a little sad, a little relieved, and not sure which feeling would stick. “But hey, we don’t have much time, it’s already nine. Jane’s probably left and we’ll be on a wild goose chase all day finding her.”
***
Martha was finishing the breakfast dishes in the kitchen when Zelda came up from behind her and playfully grabbed her ass. “You going to the library this morning?” she asked.
“No. At one,” Martha replied. “It will feel good to get back to work.”
“So is Remy leaving soon?”
“She’s due at her lab at ten, I think.”
“Oh, then, we have the house to ourselves,” Zelda purred. “Do what we couldn’t do yesterday?” Her eyes glimmered hopefully.
Martha turned around and gazed into the redhead’s eyes. They looked green today, but they often changed color. Maybe it was the bright green shirt she wore.
They both thought of the missed moments the day before, their sexual attempt obviously had been ill-timed. They should have figured that Leslie and Robin would be nosing around their lives again. By the time detectives Patrick and Penny were done, they’d upset everyone so much that getting back to sex was impossible.
Martha still wanted some time with Zelda, time to lie back and luxuriate in her steamy sensuality. That kind of sexual release was something she longed for that didn’t happen often in her life. She was the kind to give and give and give, taking little for herself. Felicia would talk about giving her what she wanted, but other than that wild woman demanding that Martha abuse her, and having the satisfaction that came with dominating the bitch, Martha usually brought herself off. Felicia was always too strung out to tongue her pussy at the finish. She often wondered if all submissives acted like Dominants right in the middle of a submissive scene.
One thing for sure, Zelda wasn’t demanding the way Felicia was. Whether she took a dominant or submissive role, Zelda would give to her without demanding everything in return. She’d seen the woman nurture Remy, how lavish she was with her sensuousness body. Now Martha needed that herself.
“You really think we’ll finally have some privacy?” Martha asked, leaning in to kiss Zelda’s very soft lips.
“How about we go upstairs, take the phone off the hook, not answer the doorbell. Even Jane won’t be around to ruin things,” Zelda said.
