Abbie goes home

"Well you two have kind of shut down," said Abbie. "I hope it isn't on account of me."

Douglas quickly stammered, "No, I'm -- it's just -- no."

Paula was lost in a daydream. In her mind, she was ravaging Abbie, their tongues intertwined, their hands all over each other, fucking themselves silly right there in the costume shop.

"So ... is that it then?" asked Abbie, leaving room for anyone to proposed a next step.

Paula shook off her fantasy. "Yeah. That's it." She was a little sour about it. It was as if she'd convinced herself that Abbie was somehow unattainable, and she needed to shut down her feelings.

Douglas just mumbled like an idiot, and tried stacking up papers and so on.

Abbie shrugged. "Well, this was certainly enjoyable!" She peeled off the lingerie. Paula gazed at her a bit, then looked away. Abbie put her own bra and panties back on, then the rest of her clothes, socks, and shoes.

Douglas finally spoke clearly. "You looked great, Abbie. I can't wait to see the show."

"Thanks, Douglas," Abbie said. "And thanks, Paula, for all your help!"

Paula looked back at her, again somewhat sad, forcing herself away from what was becoming a missed opportunity. "Thanks, Abbie. You're a great sport. See you around."

Abbie smiled at both of them, and left the costume shop.

Author's note: This is the boring ending! Go back a chapter and read one of the others!