Yes, She Does

Lois stared deep into Angelica's dark brown eyes. She had to trust somebody...and she already had established a relationship with this woman. With potential consequences, she knew, laying a hand on her stomach.

"I'm a reporter," she took Blaze's hand. "Four women have gone missing in this club over the last several weeks. I came here to look for clues, see if there was a story. I got drunk at the bar and...rushed in here to be sick. Which is where I met you."

Blaze smiled...and both women started to giggle.

"Not very romantic," the shemale admitted. "But I'm not complaining."

"Anyway," Lois reached over to stroke Angelica's hair. "I need to get dressed and get back to work. The night isn't over yet, and I might still be able to find out something about those women, how they went missing...something."

Her lover smiled, leaning into the reporter's hand. Lois loved that moment of skinship, the focus on the sense of touch, warm and inviting.

"Let's get dressed," Blaze turned to kiss Lois' palm. "I can help you."