It was a balmy Spring evening. Crystal was taking a sip of her glass of beer when she noticed him off in the distance. Her upstairs neighbor was trying desperately to give her the latest gossip, but Crystal was tuning her out now. Her husband had just gotten off work and was fast approaching their one bedroom apartment. She hadn't even started cooking dinner yet. Spending the whole day chit-chatting with her neighbor on the porch. Having fun. Mike wasn't going to like this. He was sure to be upset. He'd start drinking some liquor, if he hadn't already, and an argument between the two would surely follow. Crystal noticed the brown paper bag in her husband's hand. He'd already started drinking. That was okay, she was on her sixth beer as well. She was prepared. Whether it was balmy, or cool and misty, or raining cats & dogs didn't matter to her. Janice leaned against the alleyway wall and sighed. Her informant was feigned here and there with useless jibber just to avoid talking about what Janice needed to hear at that moment. She only had an hour to go before her planned date and she had to hurry. Unless Crystal forgot again and ditches on her. But she promised to show up this time so maybe it'll happen. After all their last several dates were charming so maybe she wasn't too busy tonight to get together. Now if this little snitch would just stop yammering and tell her something useful. "Here comes Mike." Crystal interrupts her neighbor abruptly. "Where?" Her neighbor Sylvia inquires, as she gazes over the hedges blocking her view. A smile forms on her lips. She knew Mike hated coming home to his wife running her mouth with her neighbor. Especially if the apartment was in disarray and dinner wasn't even cooked. "I'd better get ready to go upstairs. My boyfriend will be home soon too. And I haven't even started cooking yet." Sylvia states as she heads for the stairs. "Alright! Alright!" The snitch hands off a DVD to Janice, his hand shaking. He usually does that when he thinks Janice is going to beat him. "The little shit is actually selling these out on the internet?" she asked. "Yeah. It's sorta like those DVDs you see on TV, y'know?" "Yeah. Nice title on this one too. 'Spring Rape 2002'. Buy it now and catch your least favorite 20-30 year old men with pharmacy licenses drug and bang high school girls. Yeah, right. no wonder they're calling this fucking pervert the DVD Rapist." (puts DVD into pouch) "Hope this gets the guy a nasty gorilla for a bunkmate in prison for a long time.." (watch beeps) ".damn. Here." (pulls money out and gives it over) "It's all here. I can't stay, I have to change." "Date again?" "." (looks peeved) ".you should try it sometimes." (turns to leave) "Maybe you'll be less a pain in the ass if you had someone else other than me to talk to." "Hi Mike." Sylvia greets Crystal's husband as he reaches the ground level porch. "Hey." Mike allows as he enters his apartment, ignoring his own wife. "See you tomorrow." Crystal waves at Sylvia, then follows her husband through the balcony door, closing and locking it behind her. There is a fifteen minute to twenty minute moment of silence, until Crystal decides to speak. "You don't have a greeting for me? Your own wife?" She asks sarcastically. "Hey." Mike mumbles as he heads for the kitchen. "No dinner tonight, or what?" He asks. "I didn't have time to start cooking yet Mike." Crystal lies. "You didn't have time? Maybe if you didn't spend so much time with your little nosey friend, you'd have time." Mike starts after taking a swig from the half full bottle of whiskey. "I'm not in the mood for this tonight Mike!" Crystal retaliates, raising her voice. "Well, that's too damn bad. Cause it's on!" Mike responds. "All this work I do to keep this house in order, and you don't appreciate it!" She retorts. "All what work? There are dirty clothes strewn all over the place. The dishes from last night haven't even been washed. I bet the bathroom isn't even clean. And I don't even have a warm dinner to come home to after a hard day of working for eight hours!" Mike yells. "It's all about you, isn't it! What about me. I take care of all the bills! " She begins. "With my money. You don't work!" Mike interrupts. "But all you do is work! What about me? What about my needs? When was the last time we even made love?!?" Crystal raises her voice as she heads for the fridge to get another beer. 'Damn place is always full of the weird ones!' Janice grumbles under her breath, drawing a few sips from her drink as she sat and looked about in disdain. She would never have walked into the karaoke bar if it wasn't for two things. One being related to work, the second to her few month old lovelife which was rekindled by the strangest of women she ever met. But then again love is strange. Janice sighed, fidgeting with her clothes for the twentieth time. Didn't have time to go back to her place and change into something more feminine. She never liked feeling so frilly and weird in a dress though, but when she wore one for Crystal she liked dresses alot. otherwise she would never touch the things on principal alone. She adjusted her top again and tried to decide whether having less or more of her shirt buttons open was appropriate. That's when an old friend spoke up. "On another date?" Janice frowned and turned to face the old cop. "On another break? Don't you have some crooks to arrest or something?" "I'm off duty. Just passing through to work the crowd while waiting for Lisa." "Can't believe the two of you met in this joint." Janice shot half-heartily, pulling up a chair next to her for her old friend to sit down in. "What did the two of you sing again? I can't remember." "It was Linkin' Park's "In The End". though it didn't end for us, or you either for that matter it seems." "Some of us is just more stubborn against rejection, that's all." "So don't be shy." (he motions for a drink) "How did you first meet this love of your life?" Janice leans back and sips her own drink (soda) that's she had been nursing for half an hour now. "You remember half of it. drunk rapist? Me with a bounty to cash in, and there he was sittin' pretty. So I wrap him up and vam! There she was.she was just sitting there all lonely and sad. Couldn't figure out what she was so mopey about at first. Couldn't figure that out for a few months in fact. though recently she's been giving me a good idea what she's been so moody about. Though I think she's lying to me." Picks up her pouch and hands off something to cop. "Here's the evidence you'll need. Uncut raw footage of all the rapes. Thinks there's enough to convict." (turns to face bartender) "HEY! Masaki! I'm going to look for her, if she shows up make sure she waits for me to get back, OK?" The bartender nods as Janice heads for the door. "Where are you going?" "She lives nearby, so maybe I'll breeze by her apartment and see if she's home or not. She lives alone so she's probably just working on her computer and forgot the date." "Made love?" Mike grows annoyed. "Ain't no love making going on, cause you're too busy fucking everybody else in the neighborhood!" He lashes out. "I know you ain't talking about nobody cheating on anyone in this relationship! What about your little whore Yvette? You keep forgetting to mention her trifling ass!" Crystal spews as she pours the beer into her glass. "I don't know what you're talking about Crystal!" Mike feigns. "Yes you do! What about that time I showed up on your job and saw you leading her ho ass out the backway of the store?" Crystal manages. "Thought I didn't see that, didn't you?" She continues. "And you think I don't know about your little boyfriend from up the street? That little punk Roy. I see how you act whenever he's around. How giddy and shit you become. What's that about?" Mike inquires. "I'm tired of this shit Mike! And I'm sick of you taking me for granted! All these years we've been together and you never even gave me one damn compliment! I'm your wife dammit! Don't you think I deserve some kind of respect?" Crystal slowly changes the subject. "Well that's too damn bad. Maybe your hoeing ass don't deserve compliments! It's not like you fix yourself up or anything." Mike retorts. "Maybe if you'd give me a little money to go to the beauty shop I could fix myself up. I think I deserve it. All the work I do around here." Crystal says. "I don't see no work being done around here. Especially dinner being cooked. Where's my dinner?" Mike asks. "Always you. It's always about you. You are so damn selfish." Crystal finishes, as she sips her beer. She then walks over to the television to turn the sound up so that she can listen to the news. "Whatever. I just know I'm tired of coming home to no hot cooked meal. Is that so much to ask?" Mike states. Crystal ignores him. She really is tired tonight. Otherwise she'd continue this sick, sadistic game the couple tend to play on a nightly basis. Especially when pay day is just around the corner. Crystal then takes a moment to wonder why she continues to put up with this nonsense. Why not get out of this crazy relationship, and move on. What type of hold does this man have on her? She cannot answer. Officer Johnson, about to go off duty, finds Janice about a half hour later, leaning against a light pole near a couple of apartment buildings. But when he gets close to her, he stops his squad car and looks on in almost disbelief. He's seen her in a lot of moods. Happy, sad, angry, pissy, confused, jovial, and a whole lot of other emotions in between those emotions. But she was different. She leaned against the pole almost white like a sheet, sweat dripping down her face, her arms and legs trembling as she leaned against the pole as if it was the only thing holding her up. Her eyes were wide open in shock, her mouth half open, her expression seemingly stuck as she just stood there with only the sound of her own breathing bridging the silence between herself and him. Finally he got out of his car, and walked up to her. "You OK? Janice.?" (Nothing. Not a sound.) "Janice?" After a few long seconds she slumps her shoulder, lowers her head, and proceeds to 'shake it off' (as it were). In a minute she had shaken the sweat from her brow, and regathered enough strength to pull herself off the light pole and towards him car. "Janice? What's going on?! Janice!" She opens a door, reaches in, and pulls out a pair of night vision goggles. "Give me the rifle." "..wh--..? OH NO! No way!" (he quickly moves to grab the keys from the car's ignition before she grabs it) "Your far too fucked up for that." "Give-ME-THE RIFLE!!" "NO!" (slams the passenger door shut to accentuate his point) "What's going on?! You look like hell! Did somebody." "I just. want. the damn rifle. I." (pushes away) "Forget it! I'll borrow the scopes though." He looks on as she walks off towards one of the apartment buildings. "Janice what the hell is going.!!" "Don't scream, dammit." Janice sighs, turning about. "I'm not going to kill anyone. The scope just has a finer viewing range to it." Sighing, she turns and walks on, leaving him behind her on the street looking confused. ".this isn't really the time to take up voyeurism, you know." He remarks, if only to himself. Hours pass. Crystal is lying awake in bed after another fierce session of raw unbridled sex with her husband. It was totally intense tonight. She had three orgasms, at least. But why does she continue to play this maniacal game? Why? She continues to ask herself. But, alas, there is no true answer. Or maybe her esteem is so low now that she is truly in denial. One thing is for certain, she certainly needs a change. How do I go about making that change? She asks herself, starting to fall asleep for the night. Janice lies on the apartment building roof, dripping with sweat. She brushed her fingers across her exposed breasts, feeling the softness of her own flesh beneath her touch. The slight drip of her sweat on her skin still detectable to the brush of fingertips on breasts. A slight moan seeps through her lips as she pinches one of her still hardened nipples. Dammit. She had to still be partially wired even now. The binoculars lie to one side, her breath calm as she laid still refusing to move. "Fucking idiot. I am. such. a fucking. idiot." she moaned softly. She couldn't help but watch them make love. Violent, aggressive, drunken near rape love. The shit they did both excited and horrified her. Like picking up a violent porn flick because the stuff both stimulated and sickened you at the same time, unable to watch yet not strong enough to turn away. Janice just didn't know what was worst. That she watched them, or felt so fucked up for watching that she had to peep on all the neighbors just to find someone making love she could relate to. Janice rolled onto her back and reached down, feeling the last bits of her moment drying. She had become so aggressively charged and angered by what she saw Crystal doing that she watched a lesbian couple making love and cursed Crystal's name over and over again until she came. But, still, at the same moment she was crying for Crystal. wanting it to have been them making love before her. and it frustrated her all the more and made her cry even harder as her climax hit. "Why can't I ever be happy." Janice sighed, pulling herself slowly onto her feet, dressing slowly before walking back to the stairwell and off the roof. As usual he was still there waiting for her. Johnson took her home, and tried to talk to her on the way there. "I'm sorry." was all she said. "That's OK. I'll write it off as overtime. But what's.", no matter how much he tried to find out, she would only say "I'm sorry". Eventually he stopped asking and decided it was best to just let it go. Back home, Janice picked up the phone and thought about it for a second. maybe Crystal would pick up the phone, maybe he would, Janice finally hung up. "Fuck it. The little bitch wants to play both sides of the fence she can call me." While sitting in the La Hacienda Karaoke bar Crystal takes a few puffs from her cigarette. 'Where is she?' She asks herself. 'She knows that we always meet on Thursday nights. What's taking her so long tonight?' She continues to think to herself. Then a small smile comes across her thick, full lips. She begins to remember when she first met Janice in this very same bar. It was early Spring, about two years ago. She had just had an arduous bout with her husband Mike. But this time she was truly "sick" of it. She needed a breath of fresh air. She got more than she bargained for. She went out to the bar against Mike's wishes. She desperately needed to get away from him. And though she had been drinking beer heavily throughout that day, she still ordered some rum and coke that night at La Hacienda anyway. And boy did that make her feel quite free and loose. Not only did Crystal get up several times to sing, sometimes along with others just for the hell of it, she was dancing and just plain enjoying herself immensely. As she danced throughout the dimly lit bar, an attractive, petite young woman stood by one of the barstools staring at her. She was wearing a nice tomboy kind of ensemble, and looked like she just went through a major workout before stopping in. She watched while sipping a soda, her eyes fixated on her as she moved on the dance floor. When Crystal noticed the woman, she went over to her and tried to lead her onto the dance floor. "Dance with me." Crystal begged. Janice's eyebrows suddenly went up abit, and a puzzled expression crossed her face. "Well aren't you an upfront kind of girl. Are you sure you want to? Not like the bar will tip over or anything if I stop leaning on it, but still." Janice answered. "Of course." Crystal prodded, cooing as she did, "Why wouldn't I?" "Hey. No reason I can see, so why not." Janice replied, taking Crystal's hand and leading her out onto the floor. "I'm Crystal." Crystal allowed. "Janice Freemont. But just Janice is fine with me." Janice responded. At first the dancing was quite playful and innocent. But as the night went on, and the drinking increased (for Crystal at least, Janice stood rather sober), their dancing became more intimate and sensual. Crystal was entering territory she was not very familiar with. Her dance partner, however, was quite adept at being with another woman. But even she could feel the chemistry between the two. So why fight it? Later that night they ended up at Janice's place. The apartment was a strange mix of Anime geek and NRA member. The apartment was made up with tapes (animes and VHS tapes of animes recorded from TV) strewn all over shelves, mangas were piled on the coffee table, a half cleaned (and disassembled) 9mm sat in a cabinet Crystal saw half open, and various porn/rifle mags in a clothes hamper in the bathroom (Crystal had to go bathroom while on her first visit). Before they could reach her bedroom, they frantically ripped their clothes off, as they embraced in a passionate kiss all the way to the bedroom. Janice began by massaging and suckling Crystal's large "C" cup sized breasts, savoring each taste of the girl's body as she did so. She flicked her tongue in circles around her dark brown areollas. One, then the other. She then began to lightly touch the tips of her nipples with the tip of her tongue, nearly sending Crystal in a frenzy from the anticipation. "I'm not one for waking up in the morning to find my lovers screaming bloody murder in my bathroom and crying like crazy, so are you sure you want to do this? Just want to make sure before the therapy bills show up in my mailbox." Janice asked as she laid Crystal gently on her feather bed. "I'm quite sure. Come here you!" Crystal stated, as she began to ravish her partner with wet kisses. "Whoa!" Janice sighed, letting Crystal take advantage of her, "Aren't you just frisky. I love that!" She started on her lips, and slowly began to move down her cheeks, her neck and eventually to her medium sized breasts. Janice's nipples were rock hard by now. And they were craving Crystal's full lips, of which Crystal was willing to oblige. Janice then took over again, flipping Crystal onto the bed, as she got back on top. She planted slow maddening kisses onto Crystal's trembling body, starting at her pert nipples, then slowly and carefully moving down her flat stomach and eventually towards her womanhood, which was already wet with anticipation. As Janice licked the sides of Crystal's dripping wet sex, Crystal arched her back in ecstasy. She was moaning, trembling, and shaking all over. And when Janice finally reached the dark skinned girl's clitoris, Crystal could no longer contain herself, as she let out a loud yell and began to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm, one right after the other leaving Janice rather dumbfounded as she simply rubbed her face against the girl's clit and licked her clean. After resting momentarily, Crystal climbed on top of Janice, and followed the same motions her new lover had done to her, eventually ending up at Janice's soft pink sex. She was admittedly also wet from her excitement and wasn't ashamed of it. This turned Crystal on all the more, driving her to just dive right in, licking, sucking, and enjoying her first lesbian experience to its fullest. After Janice experienced a few orgasms of her own, both women fell onto the bed in a heap, exhausted yet strong enough to cuddle each other as they gasped for breath. After resting for half an hour, they began to explore each others body again, and again, and again, till the wee hours of the next morning. Every touch, stroke, penetration and orgasm a liberating experience for the both of them, leaving them locked into each other's arms content and sated when the sun rose. Crystal smiled from ear to ear remembering that beautiful night of true passion. That morning over breakfast she unintentionally swore her undying love for Janice and started to see her more often. As she thought of her feelings she became so lost in her reverie, that she doesn't even notice Janice entering the karaoke bar until the younger woman is right up on her. Janice, for the first time in her life was seemingly half drunk, tears streaming down her eyes and her face slightly bruised (her shoulders and torso bruised abit), her clothes half miffed as she half sat, half fell into the chair next to Crystal. She looked up at Crystal with tears in her eyes. "Why. why did you lie to me? You swore. you loved. me!" (Fists balls up, eyes shut as her tears flow abit harder, her legs giving out beneath her as she falls face first into the bar worn out) "Why. why dammit. why." Crystal and the bartender help Janice in the backroom. Here's the story Janice related in quick form on the way to the back. Janice started drinking after last night, just drank and drank and drank. Then she made the unfortunate mistake of going after the DVD Rapist and taking a beating before finally taking the bastard down and dragging him to her friend in the police. The incident was nothing she couldn't handle. until he caught her off guard and managed to beat her down. For a few seconds he was on top of her beating her viciously, until he stopped when he heard the strangest thing. laughter. He looked down, as she pulled her arms away from her head, revealing her face, tear ridden and maniacal. She was looking right at him yet also through him as well. With a scream she lashed out, catching his aside his head and bowling him over. He quickly stood up and slammed his fist hard into her head. This not only did not stop her, it made her madder, her features twisting as her manical smile turned into a wicked grin that made his heart stop for a second. Before he knew it she was beating him into the ground screaming about a girl he never heard of, and sex he never had with an older woman he never met. By the time she dragged him to the cops, he was a crying wreck unable to talk much let alone complain. When he was sent to the jail they asked if he wanted to sue Janice. All he really wanted to do was crawl under a rock and disappear. But that was then. When Janice was beating him she saw only Crystal's man. Every venomous word and angry punch was at him, and when he hit her she imagined Crystal and her spiteful pig of a man she was strapped to for some reason. Janice was angry. Angry at him, angry at Crystal, angry at herself. The DVD Rapist was just in her way, and didn't know it. But now, that she was this close to Crystal, the beating didn't hurt as much as her heart was hurting. As she was being lead to the backroom, the bruises didn't mean as much as having Crystal so close, and thinking of her making love to that man. tears welled up again as Janice cried bitterly, finally falling into Crystal's arms and hugging her tight as the girl sat down and held Janice in her arms, bruised and weeping softly. Crystal starts the conversation, her arms wrapped firmly around Janice holding her tightly to herself. Janice just told Crystal some of what was said above. but enough. "Is that what happened to you Jan? You look like shit." Crystal begins. "I got bushwhacked." (chuckles abit) ".nice compliment by the way, so it figures I look awful.. but what do you care!" Janice sneers between sobs. "What do you mean? What's going on?" Crystal continues. "My job first off. Somebody had to take that rapist down. Second, I just needed to vent." (eyes go abit distant as she talks, staring at an object only she can see) "I saw you. I saw you with him...last night." Janice manages. "Him? Who?" Crystal feigns knowledge of whom Janice speaks. Janice turns to look with a hurt expression in her eyes. "My informants can't even get away with that dumb as lead routine, so your out of luck." (sighs) "You know who! Who else?! Who do you think I'm talking about?! Or do you want the dirty details?" "Mike? My husband? Why are." "YOUR HUSBAND?!?" (Janice tries to roll out of Crystal's arms only to wince) "Whoa." (teeth clenched as she rolls back, grasping her side as she does) ".won't try that again for a few minutes at least." Crystal sighs now. "Why are you tripping about me and Mike being together? He's my husband." Crystal chuckles as she places a condescending hand upon her lover's shoulder. "Oh. Wondrous. He's your husband." (Janice sighs) "This might seem like an obvious remarks and all, but you shouldn't promised a lonely single lesbian that she'll be the only one for you, then go home to a husband." (grabs forehead with free hand as if she's experiencing a stress headache) "You told me he was your roommate and you hated that man and only stood with him because he pays all the bills, at least until you can afford to stand on your own two feet." Janice states. "Of course I tried to tell you that I can do all that for you, but you always had to divert the subject. Damn you." "Well yeah, but he is my husband. And though I may hate him with conviction, I still have obligations as his wife. So why are you so bent out of shape over this? You knew the situation when you and I first started seeing each other." Crystal becomes annoyed. But to this Janice sneered, making Crystal's expression freeze as she saw how truly riled Janice had become. The usually mellow girl was now in full meltdown mode. "BULLSHIT!" Janice yells, teeth still clenched, "You told me what you wanted to tell me, not the whole truth! Why didn't you tell me everything?! And besides, how long were you going to continue dragging me along like some sort of mistress! Huh? When were you and I ever going to have OUR "Happy Ever After" ending and truly be together without his shadow always looming between us??" Janice spits out, letting her anger go all at once, tears flowing as she let go. "Soon my darling, real soon. I promise you." Crystal says, placing a light kiss upon her lover's bruised lips which felt soft despite the bruises. "Stop letting this situation upset you so. I told you that you're the only one I love. Why can't you believe that?" "I want to." (hugs Crystal with her free arm, dragging her other arm around her) "Goddess I want to. dear goddess I just want you, nothing else. but it hurts. it just hurts a lot to be without you for so long." (catches her breath and kisses Crystal back) "I do love you." (stops, blushes, and lies her head back in Crystal's lap) "I'm sorry for getting mad at you. If I have to be patient and wait forever for you, I will." (sighs) "Y'know, this is exactly how CLAMP got Tomoyo screwed when they finished Card Captor Sakura. She probably vowed to wait for Sakura forever too and look what it got her in the end." Janice sighs, sinking into Crystal's embrace. "Wonder if anyone'll start a website dedicated to love stories about us? Goddess, I hope not. couldn't take it." "Well, why don't you tell me all about it at your place." "I don't wanna watch the last episode of. oh. you mean that." (Janice stands up, rubs off the kinks in her muscles while picking up a wash towel). "I'm going to clean off the make-up and we'll go. I'm sure I'll have my second wind when we get there and the bed's all made and all." "MAKE UP?!? Janice, you." "Well you didn't think I'd let a rapist beat me down, did you? Sheesh! (some of the story was true, I'm just not relating which parts)." Crystal sighed, snagging the towel from Janice as she did. With a few spits on it, she starts rubbing Janice's face. "But the look on your face when I told that story was priceless! I mean. HEY!! Easy on the face, your really going to bruise it at this rate. OUCH!!" "Just makeup, huh?" Crystal frowned, tapping Janice's side. "So he got a few lucky shots in. easy! No need to be so pokey. ouch!!" Crystal smiles, and finishes the job as she takes the younger woman's hand, and leads her out to her car while not touching her sensitive spots. "We'll take my car." Crystal orders. "No problem. I don't really have a car. I just loan one for dates because I didn't think you'd be charmed with the thought of riding on my bike at 100mph." They embrace and begin kissing erotically while leaning on Crystal's burgundy 1990 Toyota Corolla. Janice wraps her left leg around Crystal, and squeezes her tightly, never wanting to let her go. When the two women finally get into the car, Crystal breaks all types of speed limits to get the two to her lover's one bedroom apartment twenty minutes away. And before long, they arrive to her moderate home. As the sun rose, Crystal touched Janice's forehead, watching the other girl slumbering in her arms. Both of them were in her bed naked, and had worn themselves out after a long night of bliss. But still, as Crystal gently brushed her fingers across Janice's forehead, she wondered what was keeping her from living this life with her. Slowly the other girl woke up, first bleary eyed, then more chipper as her wits came about. She rubbed her head against Crystal's breasts as she began to smile. "Thought you were going to run off before I woke up." "Mike can wait. He won't be home until later after fucking his ho." "." (blank expression) ".you do realize that I haven't a clue what you just said, but I'll take it a ho is not something good." (rolls over, and reaches over into her dresser) "Don't peek, and don't swallow, or." "Or.?" "We'll have to pump your stomach, and that'll just ruin the romantic moment." Janice rolls back over and smiles, leaning forward to kiss a now rather gunshy Crystal. As their lips meet, Janice uses her fingers to wiggle Crystal's lips open, and presses in firmly as she kisses the other girl on the lips. A few seconds later she breaks the kiss, leaving Crystal confused. And leans forward abit and opens her mouth, allowing what was inside to fall into her waiting hand. In her hand, a gold ring with a diamond heart. "I just wanted to give you something. as a sign of my commitment to wait for you no matter how long it takes." (holds up second ring, with a black opal heart set into the ring) "I got myself a counterpart ring, so I can remind myself of my commitment." (puts the ring on) "I look at it and it reminds me of the heart I'm waiting for. and maybe my ring will remind you of the heart waiting for you down the road." (smiles) "That and I picked up some more adult stuff for our private little toy box but you don't get to play with those until we're an item!" (jumps off the bed) "Now I'm going to get dressed and cook up breakfast." (Janice lingers for a few seconds before reaching back for Crystal and kissing her again) "I hope I don't have to wait long. but I'll wait as long as I have to, if only to wake up every morning with you at my side." (smiles as she grabs her clothes (set out last night) and disappears out the bedroom door). Crystal holds the ring up and looks at it, putting it on for breakfast. But after she leaves she takes it off again, and lets her thoughts mull over the ring all the way back to her apartment.
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