No. And Daiane isn't one to be idle.

At first Yvette wasn't worried, if a bit saddened by her new lover leaving out on them. 'No problem,' she imagined. 'A single message should clear things up.' Yvette returns to her work the next day, and hops on the computer, trying to reach out to Rose. No response. Not for that day, nor for that week.

Two weeks have passed and now Yvette worried Rose had lost all interest in her. Daiane only got grumpier, to the point the eldest daughter got scared of her. Finally, she loses it and cracks the frying pan with a well placed fist. Daiane then calls the babysitter over, deciding now that she needs go get some fresh air, and a new frying pan.

Daiane offers cash to the babysitter, a nice young girl with a lot of charm. Daiane originally wanted to try and hook her up with Yvette, but Yvette was more worried that college students were prone to having to never waking up from their stupor, speaking from experience.

"I was eighteen when we mated!" Daiane shouted to Yvette, within ear shot of the babysitter.

Nevertheless, while Yvette prepared to leave for work, her thoughts linger on Rose. She wasn't about to fight Daiane, but she felt there was no reasoning with either Daiane or Rose. If Rose wasn't coming back, much less respond, then that's it. She fears, above all else, that she may have overdone it with Rose, or worse, wounded her. She knew she got carried away. But city women were nothing like the tribe. The tribe was taught when they came of age to unleash their urges freely and experience pleasures with minimal restraint. Even the concubines and captured maiden's of rival tribes were educated in this way of pleasing their masters and other women. Rose wasn't like them. Not like Yvette, not like Daiane. She was a city woman. Yvette only hoped her wife would clear her mind and come home, and not do anything reckless. Were this the jungle, Yvette knew she would track down Rose. But the city was a musty mess. Nothing could get tracked here.

...

Having determined that she must get an answer, provided that answer was a resounding 'I will marry Yvette,' Daiane dresses herself, leaves the babysitter to the kids, and takes the first bus to the shopping mall to replace her old frying pan, before setting off to hunt down Rose.

Unlike the jungle, the city houses hundeds, if not, thousands of individual beings within any given neighborhood, their scents mixing up in the air and Daiane found breathing overwhelmed her thoughts. Finding anyone won't be an easy thing. The easiest start was the gym Rose and Yvette met in.

Daiane had met the woman at the front counter before. Olivia Andrews. They were both well acquainted. The two spent about half an hour catching up, before Daiane fixates the question on Rose. Privacy was a big deal, and Olivia was adamant that she would not risk losing her job over something as small as a hookup.

Daiane scoffed. One would have thought that trust was more manageable in a safe haven like a city than the jungle, where loose lips were the difference between finding one mauled by a tiger or bringing them home to a night full of fun.

But a woman nearby overheard their conversation, and pulls Daiane aside. She was remarkably well groomed in comparison to the typical city girl. Her short brown hair shot out her stern face, where her dark brown eyes scanned Daiane's body - but more than that, the eyes that looked down on her, making Daiane feel smaller, despite she was taller than this woman. Her dress was long and elegant; far too fashionable to be a regular at a gym, and her dark high heels clicked as she walks; pretty, but made her appear more devilish. This woman seemed ready to do business, but also something intense. Daiane wasn't worried about fighting her, but something told her to be cautious with this one.

"I know where Rose lives," she says. "We are friends. But I have a question in turn..."

...

The day at work drags on. Organizing a full class of adults for exercise was a bit diminishing when Yvette could only think of Rose for the last several days. Yvette had to snap out of it times and turn her body in awkward poses, just to hide her growing neediness between her legs while the rest of her class moved with her. Not once did she look at the other women in her class as a subsitute. Who among them could even replace someone like Rose? Perhaps, anyone one if them could. But Rose felt...special to Yvette. Perhaps it was that awkward introduction in the showers? Perhaps it was the way she looked at Yvette when she played into Daine's scheme? Now, her large cock seemed more of a curse while Rose was imprented in both her mind and genitals.

Yvette stared at the computer screen, looking at the last message Rose sent to her.

"Can't wait to see you again, ;)"

Yvette still didn't understand what the semicolon and end-patenthesis meant, but she was certain that Rose was eager to see her. Why would she suddenly be silent?

...

Daiane stood before the entrance of a moderately tall structure. The City Heights Apartment was certainly appealing on the outside, and the lobby was a spectacle in its own right. The hallways, on the otherhand, were a different story. The halls were yellow with lights that lit up portions of the wall, and the windows, all to one side, revealed the rundown buildings on the other side of the street. The 'heights' portion of the structure barely provided an acceptable view of the town ahead.

Daiane rolls her eyes. "The jungle looks prettier than this," she mumbles under her breath.

She knocks on the door of room 311, gently rubbing her stomach to try and comfort herself from bursting with rage. A click on the door, and when it opens, there she was. Rose herself, wearing nothing but a baggy, deep sports shirt that covered her down above her knees.

"Can I help y-" Rose froze the second she spots Daiane, blushing.

"Rose..." Daiane said softly.

"How did you find..." Rose began to ask, when Daiane takes a swift step in. Rose was bewildered, now by both her presence and the ease of which she had just entered into her home. Like a phantom, she enters within a blink of an eye, into the wide enough space between Rose and the door frame.

"A friend. But that's not what I am here to discuss," Daiane examines the apartment room. The living space was very gray-blue: its walls, its couch, the carpet and chairs which exteneded to dining space. The surfaces of the kitchen and dining room stood out with its stained wood. The light from the windows hid itself behind white curtains, a somewhat open view, but the only thing to see is the markets below. "Yvette had been reaching out to you. Why have you not answered?" Daiane turns to face Rose.

Rose's mind honed in on the question and the reminder of what caused all this to begin in the first place. Her face flushed with embarassement and bitterness. "I..." Rose stutters. "I got fired..."

Rose looks up to Daiane, expecting a reaction. But Daiane just looks at her, dumbfounded.

"Is...is that all?" Daiane waits for another statement, thinking this couldn't have been the only reason. "You lost your job?"

Now frustration washes over Rose. "What do you mean, 'Is that all?' I was fired! I lost my job! And now I'm pregnant!" Rose cups her face into her hands, sobbing. "My boss was right next door when she heard us! She fired me for ruining her family vacation!" Rose teared behind her hands. "She heard everything! It was humiliating."

"My dear Rose," Daiane calmly said as she approaches the distraught woman. "A congratulations," she takes Rose into her arms, first ensuring her hands were lower towards the waist. "And do not worry. We can provide for your baby."

Rose continues to cry. "How? You have will have three children soon. How can you support me?"

Daiane tries hushing Rose, "We will come up with a plan."

"I should never have met her. Why did she have to come to gym and showing off her...thing to everyone..."

"And what will you have done if you haven't met her? You two were meant to meet."

Rose pushes Daiane away from her. "This is all your fault," she snaps. "And Yvette's. Everything could have been fine! I should never have gotten mixed up in your weird...harem bullshit!"

Daiane remains silent.

"You people know nothing about us! You just walk in and fuck like its nothing. Fuck the consequences! You have no care for anyone! You destroy everything you touch and leave them to clean up your mess!"

Daiane narrows her eyes. "And how is that fair?"

"To who?" Rose shouts. "You? The mommy who needs more babysitters because she whores herself out? Yvette, because she has to wait almost a year for another good fuck?"

"To you," Daiane shoves a finger to Rose's breast. "Who will spend the rest of her days never knowing real pleasure ever again. You. Who will spend the rest of her life wasting away with the constant woe and worries of money and jobs. You. Who was presented with a gift beyond what the typical city woman can understand. A life. And of course, to you, who thinks their life is ever tied to one tribe, or job in your case."

Rose was ready to protest, but did not expect this answer and stutters.

Daiane continues. "I don't understand the women of this part of the world nearly as well as Yvette. But love is more than just some 'experience' that happens. We live for it. Every day, in our tribe, we face the reality that **** could be instant, and spend all our time together as often as possible, and yes, that more often than not means sex. And if we do not like our tribe, we say our goodbyes and find another. We may not have had the same work or life as you do, or even the same comforts or machines, or towering structures, but we don't wait for the stars align to decide if we should or shouldn't. We can't afford to wait. And you shouldn't have to either."

"You don't know a thing about the way we live..." Rose starts, but Daiane cuts her off.

"So why choose their way? Why not choose yours?" Daiane says softly. "You walked into that shower, because you wanted it. You wanted to feel that cock for yourself. You chose to see Yvette when I invited you. You made these choices yourself, and now you either blame us or yourself for making them.

Rose scoffs, wanting to retort, but decides it's better to stay silent, when in truth, she can't find an arguement to make. Daiane was right. This is what Rose wanted, the day she saw that mighty cock flexing against the weights in the gym room.

Daiane turns to face the door and walks to the door. "Decide what you want. I will bother you no more. But quit pretending life ends because you lost one thing. It was not me who put 'your boss' next to us. If your 'boss' didn't like what she heard, then move on. Let her remember the nigjt that you enjoyed and what she will never have."

Daiane exits but then stops to turn back to Rose. "You are a wild woman, Rose. More than you may pretend otherwise," With those words, Daiane closed the door behind her.