A Chance Meeting

After Carrie arrived in LA, she kept tabs on Sam. Well, to be honest, she stalked her. She figured out what she liked to do after work. When she went to the bar. When she got her nails done. When she went to the gym. How often she met her NFL boyfriend, Jared. What Jared did when she wasn't around. She learned every facet of Sam's life.

With all that, it was hard to act surprised when the moment presented itself. Carrie was at the bar, and Sam sidled up to her favorite spot.

"C-C-Carrie?" Sam stuttered. She was shocked to see her almost stepmother at the same bar half a country away.

"Sam?" Carrie responded. She should get an Oscar for this, she thought. "Fancy meeting you here!"

"I know! How are you? I'm so sorry it didn't work out with my dad," Sam said sadly. Carrie still felt the hurt too -- hence the **** tour.

"Me too. Men. Cheating bastard men," Carrie said bitterly. Sam nodded. She knew her dad had taste for skanks.

"Yeah, men suck sometimes," Sam agreed. Sam had been bi in college -- all that energy and a bunch of women in their peak state kind of triggered that. And looking at Carrie's ass, firm and pert in yoga pants, rekindled some of that. And some of Jared's behavior troubled her. It reminded her of her dad.

"Umm, another drink please," Sam said. Carrie held up a finger. They both needed some liquid courage tonight.