Chapter 1

"Turkey on Rye?" Blake asked as Doris strolled up to the counter at Company. The mayor had a newspaper in her hand.

"Am I that predictable?" Doris asked as she slapped the paper down on the bar.

"Slightly." Blake grinned. "For the past year you're here at least twice a week - sometimes three times. It's usually turkey."

"Then let's do something different. Hmmm...Ham with swiss on wheat."

"Extra mayo?"

"Hold the mayo. I'm trying to lose ten pounds."

"Why? You look fantastic," Blake gushed.

"Awwww, you're sweet... You're a liar. But you're sweet nonetheless. I guess it's true - all the good ones are straight, taken or both," Doris replied with a slight smile.

The redhead blushed. "One ham on swiss coming up," Blake said and then walked to the back for a few moments. She returned and proceeded to put a glass of water in front of Doris with two lemon wedges on the side.

Doris looked at the glass and smiled. "I noticed you don't even ask anymore. You just bring two lemons."

"It's either this or... maybe wine instead?"

"Again, I'll ask...am I that predictable?"

"You look a little tired."

"I thought I looked fantastic."

"You do, but with the slumped shoulders it looks like it's already been a long morning and it's going to be a longer afternoon without a drink."

"You're a perceptive woman, Mrs. Cooper."

"I'm not officially Mrs. Cooper yet."

"That's right. When's the big day again?"

Blake playfully swatted at Doris with her dishtowel from her shoulder.

"You know it's December, Silly. You always ask me."

Doris grinned. "And you always end up telling me again."

"You win... So, wine?" Blake asked holding the bottle.

"Just one. I drove here and I don't want your Loverboy throwing the book at me for drunk driving."

"And you don't want to endanger anyone."

Doris paused. "Sure. That too I guess."

Blake shook her head. "You're something else."

"What?"

"You act like you don't care about others, but it's obvious you do."

"Of course I care about the citizens of our fine community, particularly the registered voters."

Blake poured Doris's wine.

"Say what you will, but I know the truth about you, Doris Wolfe." She re-corked the bottle and asked, "Anyway, how're things at the F-O-L?"

Doris looked confused. "F-O-L?"

"The farmhouse of love."

Doris chuckled. "How would I know?"

"You're best friends with Olivia so I figured you'd know the real story."

"First, I know Olivia Spencer. I wouldn't say we're best friends and if I were, the first rule of friendship is keeping confidences."

"Not best friends, huh? That's not the way Natalia explains it. She says she's come to the Beacon, on more than one occasion mind you, and found you two gossiping like chatty schoolgirls."

Doris snorted and waved between them. "You mean like what you're doing now."

"Come on, what's the story?!"

"You and Natalia seem close. You don't believe what she tells you."

"She really doesn't say much anymore. It's kind of sad in a way. I think it's because I'm Chessie's step-mom - okay, not officially, but soon enough. I think she's afraid to say anything for fear I might go back to Frank. I miss the friendship I had with her before he and I got involved... Wait. You don't think the reason she's quiet now is because she's jealous, do you?"

"Jealous that you're with Frank?"

Blake nodded in response.

"Trust me. No one is jealous of that," Doris replied.

Buzz yelled that Doris's order was up and Blake turned to the window.

What Blake didn't see was the melancholy, yearning expression that came over Doris's face as she watched Blake silently reach for the plate.

Chapter 2

"I'm breaking rule number one of the Lesbian Handbook," Doris said.

"A handbook?" Olivia asked. "There's a handbook?"

"No. It's more of an unwritten code than a handbook per se, " Doris replied.

The two of them were sitting in Olivia's office.

"So what's in this metaphorical 'handbook' of yours?"

"Rule #1: Never fall for the straight girl."

Olivia smiled. "Yeah, that turned out horrible for me."

"No." Doris waved her finger. "You and Natalia - you're different."

"How so?"

"Neither one of you were attracted to women before you met."

"So two 'negatives' make a positive, then?" Olivia asked looking confused.

"Yes, and therefore, nullifies the rule."

"Now there's nullification to rules?"

"Yes."

Olivia snorted. "I didn't know being a lesbian carried so much homework with it. So who's the straight girl?"

Doris only bit her bottom lip.

"Doris, who is it?"

"If I tell you, you have to promise me you won't laugh."

"Fine."

"Or groan."

"Fine."

"Or-."

"Who it is!"

"It's Blake," Doris whispered.

Olivia paused a beat. "Frankie's Blake?"

Doris just nodded.

Olivia sat up a bit straighter. "The soon to be Mrs. Frank Cooper? The man who got dumped by his last fiancée for a woman? THAT Blake?" Reactionary, Olivia let out a moaned in uncertainty.

"You promised you wouldn't groan."

"Yeah, that was before I knew who it was. I thought it was gonna be some trollop who's a few years older than your daughter."

"Welllll, it's not, okay? And for some reason Blake's under the impression that you and are best friends."

"We are... aren't we?"

"Of course, but I don't want her to know that."

"So you're ashamed of me?"

"What?! No!"

"Then why-?"

"She's nosy, okay? I don't want her digging for info on me is all. It's already bad enough you're sleeping with one of HER closest friends."

"I'm not going to stop sleeping with Natalia to please you, Doris."

"Fine, just don't tell Natalia this, alright? Keep it between us. If Natalia knows I'm attracted to Blake I'm sure Blake will get it out of her."

"Why?"

"Why? Blake's pushy. And funny. And attentive. And gorgeous. And...Oh, god..."

"Straight?"

Doris sighed deeply and nodded.

Olivia cleared her throat. "Well, that answers the question of 'Why Blake?' but tell me...Do you think she feels the same?"

"No," Doris said firmly. "We're on two totally different levels and she's...clueless about how I feel, because, again...the straight gal...I think it's best if it stays that way."

"Her in the dark?"

Doris nodded again.

"Why?"

"She deserves to be happy."

"And you can't make her happy?"

"She has FRANK! Frank can make her happy. And yeah, I'll admit it. He's a good man - he won't cheat on her, he'll provide for her, protect her..." Doris sighed again.

Olivia chuckled.

"I'm glad you're amused," Doris said flatly.

"Boy, where have I heard all that before? Oh right! It's what I used to tell myself, and the WORLD, when Natalia was engaged to him."

"It's different!" Doris insisted.

"How so?"

"Natalia was head over heels for you and Blake thinks I'm just a regular at the restaurant...You know, I find reasons to go into Company. I'm there so much that she's learned what I like to eat and drink before I even say it. How sad is that?" Doris finished with a groan and put her head on Olivia's desk.

"So what are you going to do about this?" Olivia heard the mayor mumble something. "What?"

"Wallow in my misery," Doris said more pronounced, but still refused to raise her head.

On the other side of town, Blake was balancing an overnight bag and Francesca as she knocked on the farmhouse door. A few seconds later, Natalia opened the door with a smile.

"Mama!" Francesca exclaimed and lunged for Natalia, who managed to catch her.

"She missed Mama," Blake said as she walked inside closing the door behind her.

"MumMum?" Francesca asked as looked around the living room while Natalia settled her on her hip.

"MumMum's at work, Pumpkin," Natalia answered.

"MumMum ByeBye?"

"Yes, Mum went Bye-Bye, but she'll be home tonight."

Francesca began to wiggle so Natalia put her down and immediately the toddler crawled to her toy box by the gated staircase.

"Would you like some coffee, Blake?" Natalia asked.

Blake considered it. "Yeah, I've got time. Besides, I wanted to talk to you."

Natalia looked concerned. "Did something happen with Francesca?"

"Oh, no! She's fine. I've never see a child with such a sweet disposition. Unless she decides she wants something - then all bets are off."

"I'm convinced she gets that from her Mum." Natalia smiled and waved Blake to follow her.

"I was curious about something is all," Blake said once they were in the kitchen.

"What about?" Natalia asked with her back turned toward the mug cupboard.

Blake licked her lips and asked, "When did you realize you were gay?"

Chapter 3

"When did I realize I was gay?" Natalia repeated Blake's question. 'About three seconds after I slept with Frank,' she thought. But she didn't bluntly voice the words. Besides, Blake was Frank's fiancée now - it just wouldn't seem proper.

"Yeah," Blake went on as she grabbed a mug and poured a cup of coffee in the farmhouse kitchen. "Was it gradual? Did you wake up one day and then think, 'Hey! I'm gay!' Tell me...how'd it happen?" Natalia chuckled slightly at her friend's curiosity. "I'm serious here," Blake added.

"Why? Do you fancy someone of the... fairer sex?" Natalia teased.

Blake waved her off. "No." Natalia just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Okay," Blake admitted. "I'm curious about somebody. I wouldn't say it's an attraction because I'm engaged to Frank and-and he's a sweet man."

"He is," Natalia concurred with a nod. "But is he the right man, sorry... is he the right PERSON for you?"

Blake took a drink and shrugged as both women took a seat at the table.

"I'd be crazy to walk away from him," she answered. "Is it like what I had with Ross? No. Ross was one of those once in a lifetime loves, and you know what I mean." Natalia nodded again. "So with Frank it's not fireworks, but more of a...slow burn." She then quickly added, "Not that a slow burn is a bad thing. Some great infernos start with the smallest of embers...With Frank, it's just, you know...different from Ross. But I don't want to talk about me. I want to talk about you. When did you know?"

"I wouldn't say I'm gay."

"You live with a woman."

"Really? Thanks for pointing that out."

"Then what would you call yourself?"

Natalia paused. "Olivia's wife, well, in Iowa, and hopefully everywhere someday."

"I'm confused."

"I've never looked at a woman and said, 'Yowza, she's gorgeous!' except for Olivia."

"There's been no other woman at all."

"Nope."

"She's your one and only?"

Again, Natalia nodded and this time she said, "She's my Ross, you could say - the one I was meant to be with. It doesn't matter what the town thinks - we know the truth, and that's all that matters. You faced ageism with Ross probably and I face homophobia with Olivia. So on a certain level you get how biased people are hurtful, right?" Blake nodded. "And no matter how much people might hurt you, you probably felt the way I do. I'd face anything because she's the greatest love I've ever known...she just happens to be a woman."

"So if you're not sexually attracted to her...?"

Natalia laughed. "Oh, I'm attracted."

"But you said you're not a les-."

"Blake," Natalia stopped her. "I fell in love with Olivia's personality, but even that took time...lots of time, actually, because the woman can be a royal pain in the butt. HOWEVER, once I started to see the real person inside, I knew she was someone I loved. It was only then that I began to wonder what it might be like to kiss her and hold her and..." Natalia blushed. "You get the point."

"No, please go on," Blake teased. "I'm toying with the idea of a lesbian romance novel."

"What I'm saying," Natalia said ignoring her, "...is the emotional attraction came before sex appeal. Now all she has to do is look at me from across the room and I...well..." Natalia blushed again and took a drink of coffee.

"You still didn't really answer my question."

"Yes, I did. I'm not gay."

"Fair enough. New question then...When did you know what you felt was more than friendship?"

"When I had an inkling or when I knew for sure?"

"Both."

"I'd say the first inkling was when I made a dinner for Olivia and her boss, Mr. Decker, and some business associates, here at the farmhouse before I ever considered buying it. At one point that night she looked at me like...I don't know...Like a husband might look at a wife that he's proud to show off."

"She made you feel like a trophy?"

"No, I felt...cherished. For the first time since I was a small child, I felt I was important to someone; that she prized the fact I was in her life. And the thing is, she never said a word that night. I could see everything in her eyes. I think that's when I realized my connection to her went beyond employee loyalty or friendship. It was becoming a love affair. And I told myself I was falling for the house, but I think the truth is I was falling for them both." Natalia smiled.

"When did you know for sure?"

"Immediately after Francesca was conceived," she answered honestly. "I knew at that moment I was running from her. I...I used Frank to try to escape what I was feeling about Olivia and...I don't regret the act because we have Francesca. She wouldn't be who she is without Frank and I wouldn't trade her for anything. But... I do regret the pain I caused Frank."

For a long moment, neither of them said anything.

"Doris," Blake muttered.

"What?"

"I, uh, I think I'm falling for Doris Wolfe."

Natalia's jaw drooped - not instantly; more like a slow motion slide as the knowledge and the tone of Blake's words sunk in. "That's, uhhh, wow..."

"You can't say anything to Olivia, please. Doris said yesterday that she and Liv aren't best friends but-."

"Oh, please. They're Butch and Sundance - I'll leave you to decide who's who," Natalia joked. Blake snorted, but then looked serious as she faced Natalia. Before Blake could make her request again, Natalia read her expression. "I won't mention this conversation to Olivia. I promise. But I think you've got a bigger question to consider."

"Which is?"

"What are you going to do about this growing affection?"

Blake sighed. "Wallow in my uncertain maybe?"

"Does she feel the same? Has she expressed any interest in you?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I think she speaks in double entendres sometimes. You know, a phrase that could be understood in two ways, with one way that's usually risqué or flirty?"

"Give me an example," Natalia replied.

She looked down to see Francesca crawling toward her, dragging along her favorite stuffed bunny rabbit. The young one gripped the chair with her little hands and used her mouth to hold the rabbit by the ear. Natalia smiled down at her ingenuity and then settled her daughter, and her pet rabbit, in her lap. That didn't stop Francesca from continuing to chew on the bunny's ear though.

Blake thought for a moment about Natalia's question. Then she snapped her fingers. She remembered the week before when Doris was eating her turkey sandwich at the counter of Company.

"You can cook?" Blake asked skeptically as they chatted.

"Yes, I can," Doris replied confidently.

"I think you're making that up," Blake jabbed.

"Well..." Doris leaned slightly over the bar, cocking her head slightly to one side. "...I'd love to have you for dinner sometime..."

Doris's eyes locked unflinching on Blake's. A devious, sexy smirk hung on the mayor's lips. In response, Blake found she too leaned a little closer and she began to lick her own lips. She didn't realize it immediately, but she was actually holding her breath waiting for the mayor's next move. Doris cleared her throat and leaned away slightly, breaking the spell.

"...oh, and Frank too, of course," Doris added and took a bite of her sandwich.

Back in the farmhouse kitchen, Blake told Natalia, "It's almost like she wanted to..."

"Have YOU for dinner." Natalia nodded.

"Exactly! And I gotta admit if she'd leaned across the counter anymore I might have dragged her back to the kitchen...Does that make me gay?"

Natalia busted out laughing, but it was obvious that Blake was not amused.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "Do you want my opinion, really?" Blake only nodded. "You've got just under two months until the wedding, right?" Again, Blake nodded. "Maybe you should tell Doris the truth."

"Which is?"

"You think she's hitting on you, but you can't tell."

"And then what? Whether she is or isn't, what's the point? I don't know what comes next."

"True. I guess I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. Wait. I was in your shoes. I chose Olivia...Sorry. I'm horrible at helping you here," Natalia said honestly.

Blake groaned. She crossed her arms on the table and then rested her chin there. Almost as if sensing she needed a pick me up, Francesca held out her bunny to Blake. Both women smiled and Blake took the offered stuffed animal.

"Will this make Mama Blake happy?" Blake asked as she hugged the bunny.

The nearly one-year-old nodded emphatically.

Even in spite of her indecision at the moment, Blake had to smile.

Chapter 4

Doris was drinking her iced tea, minding her own business, when Blake walked up.

"You're coming, right?"

Doris looked behind her to see if she was the one being asked the question.

"Coming?"

"To the Company Halloween Costume Party this Saturday?" Blake pointed to the flyer behind her. "Olivia and Natalia are coming."

"Uhhh, no," Doris chuckled.

"Oh, come on! There'll be games! You can dress up and everything."

"Why would I do that?"

"It's fun."

"I'm the mayor."

"Mayors can't have fun?"

"Historically, mayors in costumes end up not getting re-elected."

"I'm not saying dress up like a Nazi for cryin' out loud."

"That's scary."

"What?"

"When you think 'costume party' your mind automatically goes to 'Nazi' outfit."

"No! I'm saying you can have a costume that's not a public relations disaster."

"Like what?" Doris countered. 'I can't believe I'm actually considering this.'

"I don't know. Let's go shopping."

"You're gonna dress me up for Halloween?"

"Yeah! It'll be fun!"

'Don't do it, Doris. Don't do it, Doris. Don't do it, Doris.'

The mayor sighed, "Fine."

"Yayyyy!" Blake said as she did a little clap at the same time. "How about tonight at seven? The Halloween shop is open late all this week."

"Which one? There's like 100 in town right now."

"The Westwood Plaza on Elm and Main. They've got the biggest selection and for the record there's only six."

"Six what?"

"Six Halloween shops."

"You know how many there are?"

"Of course! I love Halloween."

"Obviously," Doris said dryly and then started to grin.

"What?" Blake asked indignant.

"You're like a big kid," Doris said fondly.

"It's not a bad thing."

"Not at all - it's actually rather endearing." There was no mockery or condescension in Doris's voice.

Blake smiled. "Why's that?"

"You can find child-like joy in something in this world, even if it is only one night a year."

Blake smiled even bigger. "So you will go?"

"Yes," Doris replied and then chuckled softly. "God help my reputation, but yeah, I'll go."

About an hour later, Olivia was in her office when she heard a knock on her doorframe.

"Do you even work?" Olivia teased. Doris didn't say anything. She slowly walked inside and took a seat. "What rule did you violate THIS time?" Olivia asked when Doris remained silent.

"I agreed to let her take me Halloween shopping tonight."

Olivia howled. "Oh, you MUST be whipped."

"Oh yeah, well, what about you, huh?"

"What about me?"

"Did Natalia finally decide on your costume?" Olivia looked away guiltily. "Ha! I'm not the only one whipped."

"Hey, I like her idea because Captain Jack Sparrow is really cool and I can do the accent pretty damn good. Plus, Natalia thinks he's sexy so I'm game."

"And are you gonna wear all the accessories like...the sword?" Doris laughed at the suggestive nature of her words.

Olivia looked taken aback, but she then started to grin. "Well, now that you mention it..." Doris and Olivia both laughed as Olivia added, "That might be a cool surprise for her. I wonder what it'd be like to walk around all night with something like that-."

"Don't shiver me timbers here, okay?" Doris she shook her hand to stop further comments. "I don't need the visual, alright?"

"Well, what about you? What are you going to be?"

"I have no idea," Doris replied. "Maybe I'll dress up like a cop. Blake likes cops, right? She's gonna marry one soon."

"Not just a cop, but THE cop. The man who could make your life realllllllly uncomfortable."

"Thanks, Liv. A little insecurity is just what I needed now."

Olivia grinned and wrinkled her nose. "Anytime...So when are you going costume shopping?"

"Tonight at seven - the one on Elm and Main."

"Hmm, You know, we still need our costumes. Maybe tonight we can..."

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't want you spying."

"I won't spy. I'll just...shop."

"You'll spy."

"It'll stop you from being alone with her for too long," Olivia offered. Doris sighed. "You know I'm right. And didn't you say the other day that the less you're alone with her, the less-."

"Okay-okay-okay," Doris answered quickly. She sighed again and added, "You win."

Olivia held up a finger and dialed her phone.

"Hey Sweetie. How about we grab dinner out and do our Halloween shopping tonight?...Great...Nope, that's it. Love you...Bye." Olivia hung up and turned to Doris. "All set! Looks like it's a double date at the costume shop"

"Double date? You're an ass."

Olivia only laughed.

Chapter 5

Olivia had on Captain's Jacks' bandana, hat and dreadlocks, along with a fake beard and goatee. She applied more eyeliner and then turned around to Doris, who was sharing her dressing room and trying to decide which outfit to put on first.

Olivia swiveled around and with an English, almost drunk-sounding accent she asked, "Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?"

Doris grinned as she slipped the white, tight dress over her head. "Not bad," she complimented. "Nice accent."

Olivia held up her finger, her body swaying slightly. She swaggered over and adjust Doris's lapel, which showed off much of her cleavage. "So Blake picked this one for you, huh?" she whispered. Doris nodded and rolled her eyes. "Then I'll repeat... Ms. Wolfe! Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?"

"Hey!" They both heard Natalia voice from the other side. "Are you in there playing pirates with Doris?"

"Are you jealous?" Olivia teased.

"A little," Natalia chuckled. "Get out here. I wanna see."

"Don't worry Natalia," Doris said before Olivia moved the curtain back, "Your swash is the only one she wants to buckle...or unbuckle, I should say."

Olivia hopped out, sword and pistol in hand, reading for action. But she stopped in her tracks, with the fake weapons slipping to the ground.

"Am I that disarming?" Natalia asked in her Elizabeth Swan outfit and then smiled. "Should I take that look to mean yes?" she asked when the hotelier didn't say anything and stood slack jawed.

With a cat that ate the canary grin, Olivia closed the short distance between them and said, "My eyes are confused."

"Confused?" Natalia chuckled.

She came mere inches from Natalia's ear. "Confused...Do I focus on the blonde locks or the busty vest?"

"If you stand a few feet away you can see both, oh Capt'n my Capt'n," Natalia offered. "Nice goatee by the way."

"You should see my sword," Olivia countered sexily.

"I see it over there. It's pretty big."

"No, not that one." She smirked.

"Do tell," Natalia said as she pulled Olivia closer by the hips.

"I think I like the pirates idea," Olivia growled and began to nip at Natalia's ear. Any thought of going any further now was cut short by Emma's squeal.

"Mommy! You look like Jack Sparrow!"

"Captain..." Olivia held up her finger, her body swaying slightly slipping into character. "Captain Jack Sparrow."

Emma laughed, "You sound like him too."

"So the vote is yes for pirates this year?" Olivia asked her daughter in her normal voice.

"Yep, and Blake and I found a costume for Chessie too," Emma said holding it up as Blake walked over, holding Francesca.

"What is it, Bean?" Olivia asked.

"An Octopus! See?"

"You want to dress your sister as an Octopus for her first Halloween?" Natalia asked.

"Yeah, it goes with the whole sea theme. Besides, it was this or the lobster and I like this one more."

Blake nodded in agreement. "True. The lobster looks more like a cockroach, huh, Em'?"

Emma nodded. "I was going put it on her, but she's getting cranky."

"So a pirate for you too, Em?" Olivia asked.

"Nope, I'm gonna be this," she said as she held out the bag with a mermaid on it. "It's still a water kinda person, right? Besides, I think this is much prettier than pirates."

"I think Ma looks very pretty," Olivia replied and then raised an eyebrow at Natalia.

"Mom, that outfit of Ma's isn't pretty," Emma replied. Olivia was going to reprimand her when she immediately added, "She's sexy. I don't wanna look sexy - I wanna be pretty."

Natalia was thankful when Emma darted away, going back to the showroom floor.

"I can't believe she said that," Natalia replied.

"She didn't lie. You are sexy," Olivia replied.

"I'm mortified," Natalia whispered.

"No, don't go there," Olivia said firmly. "You are sexy and beautiful and I'll be the envy of just about every man there...and a few women, like Doris."

"I heard that," Doris said from the other side of the dressing room.

"Come on," Olivia said. "Blake's out here. Show her the outfit she picked for you," Olivia called over.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I said no!"

"You've got it on, so just step out."

"No, Olivia."

"Time to walk the plank," Olivia said.

She pulled back the curtain and tugged Doris out of the dressing room.

"Oh, wow," Natalia said and began to grin appreciatively. She turned to Blake. "I take back what I said about not noticing other women."

Olivia did a double take of her wife's reaction. "Oh, hell no," she giggled. "Eyes on the captain," she said pointing to herself.

Natalia blushed and turned away for a moment. That's when she noticed Blake staring at Doris and licking her lips. Natalia smiled even wider and leaned over to Blake's ear.

"You're lookin' at her like a yummy piece of candy."

Immediately, Blake took her eyes off of Doris and focused on arranging Francesca's sweatshirt 'just so' as a form of distraction.

"I gotta admit Doris," Olivia said as she waved her hand up and down in front of the mayor. "You, uh, you got quite a rack there."

Playing along, Doris smiled and asked, "Thanks! Ya think so?"

Olivia just nodded.

Then Doris's mood shifted from one of merriment to incredulousness. She gave an exaggerated, frustrated sigh. "I'm teasing, Liv. You realize there is no waaaaaay I'm wearing this in public."

"You look great," Natalia offered, to which Blake happily nodded.

"It's an optical illusion - trust me," Doris replied. "Gravity didn't suddenly stop, okay? I can barely breath in this thing and... no. Just no. I can't be seen in this."

Suddenly, she heard a camera click and looked over to see Blake snapping a shot on her cell phone.

"Give me that," Doris said with an outstretched hand.

"No."

"Yes, I said give it here."

"No, it's mine."

"You publish those photos anywhere and you'll ruin my career."

"I won't publish it. It's for me."

"Yeah, right, this from the woman who ran SpringfieldBurns and aired everyone's dirty laundry online."

It was obvious Doris regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. Shaken, Blake handed Francesca to a confused Natalia and Olivia looked at everyone trying to think of what to do next as Blake stormed out.

"Rule six," Doris muttered. "Don't insult her unintentionally...Shit."

Chapter 6

"Blake?" Doris called out as she trailed behind the woman, trying to catch up to her without 'spilling out' of the naughty nurse costume. "Blake stop," she tried again. When Blake was almost at the door she yelled, "Christina Blake Thorpe Marler!"

Blake came to a grinding halt and turned around sharply to face Doris.

"Not even my mother-!"

"I'm not your momma," Doris said as she closed the distance. "I'm not your sugar daddy either. But I am an ass who's trying to apologize. So will you stand there and listen? You don't have to accept it, but I do expect enough respect that you hear what I have to say, if for no other reason than I put on this ridiculous outfit for you."

Blake folded her arms across her chest. "Talk."

Doris reached up and pulled Blake's arms free so she could wrangle her wrists. She held Blake's arms down at her side.

"Body language says a lot," Doris said coming inches from Blake, yet still not releasing her. She could feel the younger woman's pulse quickening as she held her wrists. "You cross your arms and it tells me that anything I say will go in one ear and out the other, so do I have your attention now?"

'Hell yes I do,' Doris thought silently with great confidence. She could feel Blake's blood rushing under her fingertips and see the younger woman's breathing still hadn't slowed, although she'd stopped. In fact, she was perhaps breathing even harder since she'd been captured.

"Yes," Blake replied and looked over at some shoppers who were watching them. "People are staring," she whispered.

"I don't give a damn what they think right now. But I do care what you think and I'm sorry I hurt you with my comment. I got scared with the thought of what might happen with that picture. And yet, here I am, in the middle of the store now." Doris realized but quickly shrugged it off.

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I figured you'd trust me by now, but..."

"Why do you want that picture anyway?"

Doris really wanted to hear what Blake had to say. Why was a picture of her in a sexy outfit so important if is she had no intention of displaying it for the world to see?

'Why do I want it?' Blake considered silently. She was about to be married soon. She wasn't gay and Doris, well, Doris did flirt with her, but really she would flirt with Olivia too the same way. The truth was ever since she came out, Doris was just...a flirt. Period. 'The truth is you shouldn't need it and getting rid of it'll make her feel better.'

"Here," Blake said instead as she reached into her purse, breaking their connection. She pulled out her phone. She turned it around to Doris and pressed the button to erase it. The image disappeared and Blake put it back into her purse. "I don't blame you for not trusting me. I've hurt lots of people, but... it really wasn't my intention to hurt you," Blake replied. "I-I like you, Doris. Only god knows why, but I do."

"Thanks," Doris said indignant.

"I just know how many times you went up against Ross and the Coopers and..."

"Yes, most of Springfield. Your point would be...?"

"In spite of it, or maybe because of it, I think you're pretty intrigue and I can't say that about many people in this town after all these years. I was just having fun, and yeah, I have to say, you're quite beautiful. This is a side most people don't see behind the Ann Taylor suits."

"Anne Klein and Yves Saint Laurent, too, but whatever," Doris corrected.

"Fine. And Evan Picone too. You know the one? That blue one with the black buttons..."

Doris smiled. "My favorite foods and now my wardrobe?" she teased. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've taken quite an interest indeed."

"I have," Blake said as she took Doris's hands in hers.

Suddenly, despite wearing next to nothing, it began to feel warm for the mayor in the store. "The point is..." Blake continued, "...that picture confirmed something I suspected."

"Which is?" said confidently, while trying to ignore her growing provocation of having her fingers locked with Blake.

"You've got an... aphrodisiacal...side."

"Aphrodisiacal? Is that even a word?" Doris tried to joke, but her voice shook slightly.

Blake nodded and licked her lips.

"It means arousing or intensifying sexual desire." Doris swallowed hard as Blake's eyes practically caressed a path down her body and back up again until they locked eyes. "Whether you care to acknowledge it or not, Doris Wolfe... I can see..."

"See what?" Doris muttered.

Blake licked her lips as she focused on Doris's mouth.

"...you're very desirable and I'm sure someday you'll make some lucky lady verrrrry happy," she drawled.

"Mom!"

Both woman heard the noise and then turned to see Ashlee Wolfe there and struggling with her words.

"Wha-Whhy-Who put you in that?"

First, Doris was shocked to see Ashlee, and second, she forgot what she was wearing and appeared confused by her remarks until she looked back to see her cleavage staring back up at her. Blake let go of Doris's hands and it took all of Doris's strength not to reach back for them again. Realizing the moment was lost between them, she turned to her daughter.

"What are you doing here?" Doris asked.

'Damn it! Rule eight,' the mayor thought, 'When planning a seduction, make sure your kids aren't around to interrupt the festivities."

Chapter 7

"What am I doing here?" Ashlee parroted her mother. "No, 'Nice to see you' or 'I'm happy you're here'?"

Doris shook her head.

"Of course I'm happy! I just thought you were at school." She closed the distance as she pulled Ashlee into an awkward embrace given the cumbersomeness of the outfit.

"Can you...get dressed?" Ashlee asked. "This costume is both disturbing and distracting."

"It's Blake fault," Doris said as she waved toward the woman, who had now vanished. 'Damn.'

"Blake?"

"She wanted me to wear this."

"Are you and Blake...?"

"No, no! No...no...no, we're not, ya know...no."

"That's a lot of no's. Is this a case of she doth protest too much?" Ashlee teased.

"Please. She's marrying Frank Cooper in two months."

Ashlee snorted. "Like Natalia Rivera?"

"Stop," Doris said with a wave of her finger.

"Fine. As long as you promise to get dressed."

Doris sighed and headed toward the dressing room.

"So how did you get here? I didn't buy a ticket."

"Olivia did."

"Olivia?"

"She said the Coopers were having a big party this weekend and asked if I could get away early from school and here I am."

"She didn't say a word."

"She wanted to surprise you, but I have to say that outfit is more surprising than anything."

"It was just for fun."

Ashlee stopped Doris for a moment before she could get back into the changing room.

"What's really going on, Mom?"

"What do you mean?" Doris said fudging any knowledge.

"With Blake," Ashlee stressed.

"There's nothing between us - not...like that. She and I are friends. I told you."

Ashlee paused a moment. "You know she tried to seduce Coop while we were dating?"

"Ashlee," Doris sighed. "Everyone makes mistakes."

"No, I get it and I'm beyond it. What's done is done and I've formed a great relationship with her when we finished his book. So I'm okay with it if you two are... you know-?"

"Ashlee!" Doris said frustrated. "I told you. She's straight," she insisted. "She is my friend - only a friend, and one who's engaged to Frank."

"That's twice you've mentioned her engagement," Ashlee pointed out.

"So what?"

"So who are you trying to convince - me or you?"

Doris growled. "Do you think I'd be with someone who tried to seduce your boyfriend?"

Ashlee giggled. "Everyone in this town tries to sleep with everyone at some point, so why not?"

Doris opened her mouth to speak, but the words never had a chance to come out.

"I did have a reason for approaching Coop," Blake said from behind Doris. The mayor stiffened when she realized Blake probably heard her fervent refusal of being interested in her. 'Shit,' Doris thought, but didn't say anything. Both Wolfe women turned to her and waited for her answer. "I'd been a very long time since I'd had sex."

"That's it?" Ashlee asked.

Blake shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much... But he was in love," she said with a grin.

"I told you I don't hold it against you, Blake," Ashlee said.

"I know. You're quite forgiving. Doris is a good mother who's raised a pretty terrific kid," Blake complimented.

"Thank you," Doris replied. "Now if you don't mind, my Anne Kline is calling me."

With that, Doris slipped into the dressing room to change.

Olivia, still in costume, walked up to Ashlee.

"I see you made it."

Ashlee did a double take and then started laughing.

"I thought you were a dude, Olivia. That's some fancy costume. Is that real chest hair," Ashlee asked as she began to reach up to feel it.

"Hey! Hands off the Captain," Natalia said from behind, making Ashlee jump.

"Oh! I wasn't...I mean, I didn't wanna, you know...It just...Is that glued on?"

"Yeah, I'm covered in paste," Olivia replied. "This is my test run... So it works?" She held out her hands and did a small twirl.

"I honestly thought you were a guy," Ashlee chuckled again.

"Then the illusion is complete!"

"Well maybe not entirely completely. If you wanted to go all out you could..." she said as she motioned to Olivia's crotch.

"You are soooooo much like your mother sometimes," Olivia chuckled. "In fact, she's the one that gave me the idea."

"You mean you've got...?" Ashlee then looked to Natalia who began to blush. "You know what? I don't want to know. Between naughty nurses and... well-hung pirates...I've had enough for one evening."

Chapter 8

"So?" Ashlee asked her mother they sat on the sofa. They were both dressed in PJ's, each with a cookie and a glass of milk.

"So what?"

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"No."

"Are you...interested in anyone?"

"No."

"Are you running back into the closet since the election's coming up?"

"No."

"Do you say anything besides no?"

Doris sighed. "Why the third degree?"

"No, third degree. I'm just curious."

"What about you? Any special guys in your life?"

"We're talking about you right now."

"I'd rather discuss you."

"Too bad Mom. Tell me the truth. There's no one you're interested in?"

Doris paused. "No, not really."

"Not really isn't an outright denial."

"Ashlee..." Doris sighed. "Yes, I am interested in someone."

"Who is it?! Do I know her?!"

Doris paused again. She opened her mouth, but then closed it without a word.

"Mom, you promised me, remember? No more secrets?"

"It's pointless because she's straight."

"Who is it? Someone at work?"

Doris said nothing at first. "Sure."

Ashlee groaned. "That's a lie."

"Yes, it is. That's very perceptive of you."

"So it is someone I know?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you won't tell me who, which means, chances are, I know this person. It's not Olivia, is it?"

"Oliv-NO!"

"Well, you two seem so 'buddy-buddy' and she did pay to have me come home."

"No, Liv only has eyes for her...hot tamale."

"Aren't tamales Mexican? I thought Natalia was Puerto Rican?"

"Fine. Her hot pastel then."

"Oh god! It's not Natalia, is it?"

"Ashlee!"

"They say the person mostly likely to have an affair with your spouse is your best friend."

"Not in this case."

"What's wrong with Natalia?"

"There's nothing wrong with Natalia."

"I think she's very pretty, and sweet, and funny... and I'm not even gay."

"Are you sure? Because it sounds like YOU want to date her."

"Mom!"

Doris grinned. "Trust me. She's just as taken with Olivia. Friendship aside, they have what most people would die for."

"What?"

"True love. I wouldn't mess that up. I...I wouldn't come between two people who deserve happiness."

Ashlee cocked her head. "So this mystery person is married too, huh?"

"Ashlee?"

"Umm?"

"Eat your cookie already and go to bed."

The next day Doris was in Olivia's office again at 11:45 in the morning.

"Lunch?" the mayor asked as she knocked on the open door frame.

Olivia looked up. "Yeah," she said and held up a finger. She dialed her phone. "Keira? I'm off to lunch. I'll be back for that 2 PM meeting."

"Yes, Ms. Spencer," she replied.

"Thank you again for bringing Ashlee home," Doris said as she walked in deeper.

Olivia beamed. "I thought you'd be surprised."

"I was. I figured I wouldn't see her until Thanksgiving. Of course, she's like a dog with a bone now since she thinks I'm interested in someone."

"Aren't you?"

"Yes, but that's someone I can't have, and knowing Ashlee, if I tell her then she'll go blabbing to Blake. I don't want that."

"Honestly?"

Doris thought a moment. "Yeah, Blake and Frank deserve some happiness."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Don't you deserve some happiness?"

"Yeah, and I will. Once she's officially married it'll be easier to...move on, you know? Perhaps focus on someone else? Besides, it's not that long before the big day - it's less than two months. I can hold out that long and keep my mouth shut."

A short silence passed between them. "Whatever you think is best," Olivia said.

Doris just nodded.

"So," Olivia said upbeat to lighten the mood. "Did you decide on a costume for Saturday? You said the sexy nurse was out of the question."

"Yes," Doris groaned. "It's really hard to find something."

"Why?"

"Why? Because I have to pick something that won't offended voters."

"It can't be THAT hard, can it?"

"Consider this: I can't do a 'profession' because then voters might say I'm making a mockery of their jobs. I can't do any goddesses or witches because then I'll be called a pagan lover. No devils, vampires, demons or ghouls because the Christian conservatives would say I'm pushing Satan's 'agenda'. I can't do any Superheros - Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Supergirl - because, let's face it, they just look weird. Oh, and no 'animal' costume because the Peta crowd would have my head for exploiting creatures who can't speak for themselves."

Olivia laughed. "I didn't realize finding a costume was such a difficult task."

"See why I didn't plan on going?"

"Well, would you like to be a pirate too? Get in on our costume theme?"

"A pirate? Are you kidding? That's up there with gangsters and pimps. No felon outfits of any kind."

Olivia laughed. "So DID you ever decide on something?"

"Yes," Doris replied. "It's something that's sexy, but not too over the top. Plus, it seems like a choice that won't offend anyone."

"What is it?" Olivia asked.

"You'll see on Saturday."

"Oh, come on."

"No, you might try to talk me into something else and I am NOT trying on another costume."

"That's violating one of your rules, isn't it?"

"By not telling you my costume?"

"Exactly. Rule 27: Always tell your best friend what you plan to wear for Halloween so she can critique you."

"That's not a rule."

"No?" Olivia asked with a smile. "Well, it should be. Besides, why should you be the only one making up rules here?"

Doris grinned. "I'll give you that...but I'm still not telling."

Olivia pouted.

Doris chuckled. "Does that look work on Natalia? Because it sure as hell doesn't work on me."

"Really? Not even a little?"

"Nope, not in the slightest."

"Damn," Olivia pouted again.

"Come on. You bought my daughter a plane ticket. Least I can do is buy lunch."

Doris motioned with her head for Olivia to follow as she left the room.

Chapter 9

While Olivia was heading to Towers with Doris for lunch, Blake and Natalia were at the farmhouse. Blake watched with a grin as Natalia was changing Francesca's diaper, or at least attempting to. The baby kept squirming. She laughed as she continued to try rolling over and away from her mother.

"Chessie, please," Natalia said in frustration. "Stay still."

"Look what Momma Blake has," she says as she held up a stuffed toy that looked like a red, black and white worm. She held it above Francesca's head just out of reach. "It's Mr. DirtyPuss!"

Natalia grinned. "That is the worst name for child's toy."

"Blame Frank. I wanted to call him Mr. Squirmy."

"Let's go with that," she said as she rapidly finished up Francesca's diaper, thankful for the distraction. "All done," she announced to Francesca. "Now you get Mr. Squirmy back."

Blake gave Francesca the worm and the child happily began to chew on him.

"So? You got the invitations back from the printer?" Natalia asked.

"Oh, yeah! I brought one."

They walked into the kitchen and Blake took it out of her purse and handed it to her. The wedding invitation opened from the center. It had two rings on the front, which locked the pages together.

"Oohh fancy," Natalia teased.

"Stop," Blake chuckled. "I'm...trying to do this right."

"Seriously, they look beautiful, Blake. Are you excited?"

Blake paused a moment. "Yeah."

"Oh boy, hold her back!" Natalia teased.

"I'm not sure if excited is the word I'd use. Nervous maybe?"

"Why nervous?"

"Mmm...Frank is a sweetheart. He pulls back chairs, opens doors, helps with coats..."

"I remember - a real gentleman."

"Yes, and that's so rare, you know?"

Natalia nodded. "But is there more?"

"What do you mean?"

"Being polite is great, but what other qualities do you love?"

"He's considerate."

"Doesn't that fall under polite?"

"Well, yeah, I guess, but by considerate I mean he's concerned about me and my feelings. He's not buried in the 19th century, but then again, I think he'd like me to stay home. He's given me that option, but I can't NOT work!" Suddenly, Blake's eyes went wide. "Not that staying home is a bad thing! Or-or that you don't work by staying home! You work all day long and all night, Natalia! And-and-."

Natalia healed up a hand. "No, I get it. I planned on working outside the home after Francesca was born, because it didn't seem fair to Liv."

"So what changed your mind?"

"Olivia. She mentioned that I worked so many jobs outside the home until that point that I'd done more than my share. Money's not a concern for us, thankfully, and she wanted Emma and Francesca to have a stable home life, which was something I could give them."

"Are you happy?"

"Very." Natalia smiled. "In fact, when we discussed it the first time, she said something interesting. "

"What?"

"She said she knew what she was asking from me was a lot - I'd be taking on a 24/7 job. At the time, it seemed silly, but she was right. She also said if I decided I needed a break - a nanny, a housekeeper, whatever - all I had to do was asked, but I've managed everything."

"Whatever happened to uh...Jane! I think it was Jane, wasn't it?"

Natalia nodded. "She works for the Beacon now. She researches and scouts out properties to consider for the franchise, so Liv's kept her on payroll."

"That's cool."

"Yeah, but what about you?"

"What about me?"

Natalia bit her lip. "How can I put this?"

"Just say whatever you want."

"Okay. Are you in love with Frank or are you just 'in like'? Know what I mean?"

"Yes, actually I know exactly what you mean."

"Then what's the answer?"

Blake was silent for a long moment. "I'm not sure." Natalia shifted uncomfortably at her answer. "That's bad, huh?" Blake added.

"Not necessarily," Natalia said, waving her off. "You might just have a case of wedding jitters; cold feet."

"Yeah."

"It's not like you have 'butterfly' feelings for anyone else, right?"

Blake looked away.

"Oh no," Natalia shook her head. "Who?"

"I told you," Blake replied still not meeting her eyes.

Natalia tired to recall and then asked, "Doris? You're still hung up on this?"

Blake nodded guiltily. "It's crazy. I know! But there's just something about this woman that I can't get out of my head." Natalia sat there shaking her head in disbelief. "What?!"

"Doris is...trouble, okay?"

"How so?"

Natalia grumbled a bit before she spoke. "Olivia loves her - as a friend. And I think if I needed anything she'd help me because of Liv. When it comes to her love life though..."

"What?" Blake asked again.

"She's... a player. A love 'em and leave 'em kinda woman. She 'dates' a lot and never seems to have the same woman on her arm at any function. I quit trying to remember the names of who she steps out with. And as for getting to know them, forget it. I know the next event she'll be bringing someone new, so why bother or get attached?"

"People said the same thing about Liv, until she met you. Maybe Doris hasn't met the right one yet either?"

"Do you think you're the one?" Natalia asked point blank.

Blake didn't quite have an answer, but she did have to smile when she looked behind Natalia. Unsure why Blake's mood had turned from solemn to cheerful, she looked over her shoulder.

Chessie stood naked from the waist down, holding her diaper with a great sense of accomplishment. Natalia could only shake her head and smile.

"Let's get her dressed and go to Towers for lunch," Natalia said. "I'll get the diaper. You get Mr. Squirmy."

"One stuffed worm coming up," Blake said and gave a thumbs up sign.

Chapter 10

"Mum-Mum-Mum-Mum-Mum-Mum-Mum-Mum!"

Francesca continued to jabber excitedly as Natalia held her at the Towers restaurant lobby, waiting for the maître d' to return.

The baby stretched her arms out, and made a grabbing motion, toward the table behind them. Natalia turned and smiled instantly upon seeing Olivia and Doris where Francesca pointed.

Olivia was already rising to her feet before Natalia arrived at their table. She opened her arms and Francesca practically leapt into them, making all three of them chuckle. Even Doris and Blake had to smile at the display.

"Is Baby AhGoo happy to see MumMum?" Olivia asked Francesca.

Francesca nodded emphatically.

"Really? I couldn't tell," Olivia said more to her wife than her child.

Francesca leaned over and gave Olivia a sloppy kiss on the cheek, which Olivia returned.

"What about you, huh?" Olivia asked Natalia and then tapped her other cheek.

Natalia leaned over and kissed Olivia softly.

"Better?" Natalia asked.

"It's a start," Olivia replied nonchalantly, which earned her a gentle slap on the arm.

"I should warn you," Natalia began to say as she motioned to Francesca. "She had a Zwieback biscuit in the car, so she's a little-."

"Sticky," Olivia and Natalia both finished at the same time.

Olivia turned to Francesca, who had her sticky little hand, gripping her neck and Armani wool jacket.

"I'm sorry," Natalia said meekly as she tried to set about cleaning Olivia and their daughter with the diaper wipe. "We didn't expect to see you here. And you know how excited she gets when you're in a room."

"Yeah," Doris teased, "that's not your kid at all," she told Olivia.

Francesca, upon hearing Doris's voice, turned around and began to reach for the mayor.

"What? Am I chopped liver now that you notice Aunt D's here?" Olivia asked as she tickled Francesca's belly to try to divert her daughter's attention, and perhaps spare Doris' Donna Karan suit.

Doris stood up and took the jacket off.

"See Spencer? I'm doing this the right way," Doris teased. Only then did she reach for the baby, who went willingly.

"Don't fall for it, Chessie," Olivia said as the baby settled on Doris's hip. "I hear she kisses allllll the babies in town."

Doris leaned down to Francesca's ear and softly said, "Sure, but you, Princess, well, you are my favorite 11-month-old."

Francesca smiled and giggled as Doris got her belly button.

Natalia looked over at Blake who seemed to be beaming as she watched Doris play with the baby. There is an unspoken admiration that hinted on the prospect of something more. Natalia knew the look well - it was the same one she felt herself giving Olivia anytime she thought of them moving beyond friendship in the early days. But now wasn't the time or the place to discuss it... again. Natalia turned and watched as Olivia's eyes narrowed just a slight bit as she watched Blake, who continued to admire Doris. Just as quickly as the look came, however, Natalia could see Olivia was dismissing the idea.

Blake cleared her throat. "Chessie seems like she's really taken a shine to you."

"What can I say? The kid's got good taste," Doris gloated.

"She doesn't always warm up to people like that," Blake complemented.

"Well," Natalia offered, "she does see Doris more than others."

The maître d' came back and told Natalia, "When you're ready, we have a table available for you."

"Oh wait," Blake told the maître d', who had begun to walk away. "Is it a table for four?"

"Yes ma'am," he answered and pointed to the staircase above. "It's right there."

"Thank you," Blake replied. "Perhaps you two could stay longer for lunch?" She asked Olivia and Doris, although her eyes never left Doris'.

"I don't see why not," Doris answered.

Blake's smile was large and instantaneous.

"Doris?" Olivia began, sounding somewhat authoritative, "Didn't you say you had, uh, a meeting this afternoon? The Road Commission I think?"

Doris didn't take her eyes off of Blake as she replied to Olivia.

"That's tomorrow, so I'm free right now. You two lovely ladies lead the way," she said as she motioned Natalia and Blake to the upper level.

Olivia squinted again because she swore she saw Blake blush for a moment before they began to the table above them. Instead of commenting on it, Olivia gently took Doris by the elbow.

"You realize I was trying to get you out of spending more time with her, right?"

"It's just lunch. How harmful can it be?" Doris said brushing her off. She then looked at Francesca in her arms as she began to walk away. "Your Mum Mum takes things too seriously sometimes."

The mention of her mother started Francesca into another round of jabbering the word "Mum".

Olivia could only follow behind and shake her head.

Chapter 11

"Last week Clarissa said it was a veterinarian. This week it's law. I never know what she intends to do. But that's okay – she's got tons of time to figure it out," Blake said to the table of four women (and one baby).

She took another scoop from the sundae bowl that she and Doris were sharing. The mayor watched the spoon travel to Blake's lips with much interest.

When they first sat down, Olivia tried to position Doris and Blake on opposite ends of the small table, the farthest away. But Doris maneuvered around her at the last minute. As a result, Olivia sat with Doris on one side and Natalia, with Francesca in a high chair between them, on the other. Blake, however, was seated Doris' immediately left, with their kneecaps touching.

"Here," Doris said as she raised her cloth napkin.

"What?" Blake asked.

"You missed some."

Doris gently wiped the chocolate syrup off of Blake's chin while she steadied her face with her other hand, softly capturing her face. Their eyes locked on one another as Doris's fingertips grazed Blake's skin.

Olivia was in the process of drinking her water when the scene began to unfold and she started to cough and wheeze, breaking them from their revere of each other.

Natalia reached over and rubbed Olivia's back.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Olivia only nodded.

Reluctantly, Doris moved her hands away and Olivia thought she recognized disappointment on Blake's face.

"Drink much?" Doris teased. "Well, quite a bit some nights," she said answering her own question. "You should be in better practice, Spencer."

"Ha. Ha," Olivia said without merriment. "Are we about done here Madam Mayor?"

"You guys can take off," Doris offered.

"You drove me here," Olivia countered.

Natalia began to open her mouth.

"Well, I..." she stopped, however, when she felt Olivia lightly kick her from under the table. "I-I-I would take you, but I need to get the baby home for her nap."

"That's okay," Olivia said to Natalia grateful that her wife took the hint. She turned to Doris. "Besides, I need to talk to you about that thing."

"What thing?" Doris said, baiting her.

"You know, that thing."

"There's a thing?"

Olivia took a deep breath and blew it out slowly as if formulating what to say next. "The tax break for the Beacon," she whispered.

Doris looked confused for a moment and then she felt Olivia's toe hit her shin too. The mayor winced slightly and through clinched teeth said, "Oh, that thing." She reached down and tried to nonchalantly rub the pain away.

"Yeah, grab your purse," Olivia ordered Doris. With a soft expression she turned to her whip cream covered daughter. "You be good for Ma, Baby Agoo. You hear me?" She leaned over and gave her a raspberry on the cheek, making the baby squeal.

Olivia rose, taking Doris by the elbow with her. Natalia stood too.

"Will you be late?" she asked.

"No, I'll try to get out early actually," Olivia said.

She briefly released Doris and pulled Natalia closer by the hip. Using her nose, she nuzzled the hair away from Natalia's face. Then she kissed Natalia partially on the cheek and partially on the earlobe, making the younger woman moan involuntarily. When she pulled away, she had a look of accomplishment.

"Early is good," Natalia sighed contently as she briefly locked hands to say goodbye.

"Natalia," Doris nodded politely. She then turned to Blake and gave her a polite nod too, her eyes lingering on Blake in a more than friendly adieu.

"Ms. Marler," Doris purred.

Blake grinned slyly.

"No 'Mrs. Cooper' this time?" she provoked.

Unable to help herself, a seductive grin took shape on Doris's face.

"As you like to remind me...You're not Mrs. Cooper..." Doris licked her lips and then added, "... yet."

Blake rose to her feet and stood mere inches from Doris, coming eye to eye with her. Another inch closer and their breasts would be touching. The mayor looked unnerved and she flinched when Blake cupped her cheek. Doris held her breath and her eyes fluttered closed for just a brief second. The next sensation she felt was Blake wiping her other cheek with her cloth napkin.

"You missed a spot too," Blake cooed.

Doris's legs looked like they were about to buckle, but Olivia gave her a tug.

"Great! Everyone's clean! Let's go!" Olivia said a little louder than necessary. "Ladies," Olivia said as a means of goodbye, again. She didn't wait for a response and literally dragged Doris to the elevators.

The doors opened and Olivia pushed the button. They stood wordless. Once they were inside the closed elevator car, she faced off with Doris.

"What the hell was that?!"

"I don't know," Doris practically cried. "I get around her and I-I can't help it. Now there's another rule broken: Number 11."

"Listen to your best friend when she's trying to save your ass?!"

"Don't let the straight girl know she's turning you on. She saw it Olivia. I know she saw it."

"Ha! She saw it? Are you kidding ?! All of Towers saw it!" Olivia began to mimic Doris, "It's just lunch. How harmful can it be?... Oh for the love of God, Doris."

Back at the table, Blake sat wordless as Natalia finished cleaning up Francesca.

Blake cleared her throat. "Did it seem that I liked it when she...?"

"Yep."

"Did Doris seem to like when I...?"

"Oh yeaaaah," Natalia drawled.

Blake sighed. "Oh boy."

Natalia tossed the dirty wet nap on the table.

"Again, the question is...what are you going to do about it?"

Blake still didn't have an answer.

Chapter 12

"Can I ask a question?"

Natalia pushed her peas around on her plate as she and Olivia sat at the dinner table. Olivia was looking at a newspaper and Emma had already finished and left, going up stairs to finish her homework.

"Sure," Olivia replied, her eyes not leaving the page.

Natalia watched Olivia intently.

"Does Doris have the hots for Blake?"

Olivia rustled the paper and held it up a little higher to shield her face. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me, here." Natalia stole the paper away. Olivia sighed. "Did a pod person take your place at lunch today? You saw what happened."

"It... was nothing. They... They're messy eaters."

"Like when you used to clean my face, right?"

"Exactly."

"Like when you were in love with me and couldn't tell me."

"Exac-...well, no, this is different."

"How so?"

Olivia's tongue skimmed across her teeth she thought about the question.

Finally, she said, "I have no idea. Besides, what about Blake?"

Natalia suddenly took an interest in her peas again. "What about her?" she asked.

"Licking the spoon, undressing Doris with her eyes, the blushing. I mean she practically had her boobs pressed against Doris."

"You sound jealous." Natalia teased.

"There's only one set of breasts I want pressed against mine and they don't belong to Doris or Blake."

"Tell me the truth or they might not be pressed against you for a long time," Natalia retorted.

Olivia looked flustered and conflicted. "T-That's...extortion. No using sex as a weapon, Mrs. Spencer."

Natalia grinned in response. "Please, we both know I couldn't hold out," she admitted as she stood up with her plate in hand.

"Damn right," Olivia said, swatting her wife's backside as she walked toward the sink.

"Watch it," Natalia warned.

With a devilish grin, Olivia followed. She pressed the front of her body snuggly against Natalia's back.

"If you're forced to, ummm, take matters in your own hands... I'd love to watch it."

"Oh would you now?"

Olivia pulled Natalia's hair to one side and her lips began to suck on the exposed neckline.

The younger woman whimpered in response. "Liv? What do you think you're doing?"

"Turning on my wife," Olivia mumbled, her lips refusing to give up its prize of Natalia's skin. "Is it working?"

Natalia giggled at first. "Emma is still awake and Chessie will be up from her nap any minute."

"You didn't answer my question."

Natalia didn't reply. She took one of Olivia's hands, led it up to her breast, and instigated a squeeze.

"I'll take that as a yes," Olivia replied as she clutched a bit harder.

Natalia's first reaction was a deep moan, but then she asked, "What's gotten into you tonight?"

"With any luck? You," Olivia giggled.

Natalia chuckled too and turned in Olivia's arms. Their lips met for a moment and then she asked, "No, really. What is it?"

Olivia shrugged. "I'm not sure. Seeing Doris and Blake flirt all through lunch-."

"Ha! You saw it too! So I didn't imagine it."

Olivia said nothing and looked away.

"Okay," Natalia continued. "I get it. I see now. Doris wants Blake too but she's sworn you to secrecy and you can't say anything because it might get back to Blake. Am I warm?"

Olivia didn't show any emotion at all.

"Come on, Liv! Does Doris like Blake or not?"

"Wait." Olivia held up a finger.

"What?"

"You said Doris wants Blake too."

"So?"

"So that means Blake is into Doris."

Natalia cleared her throat nervously. "Well, not exactly."

"Oh really? Then what else does it mean?"

Natalia paused and then looked frustrated. "Does Doris like Blake or not?! Just tell me!"

"You know..." Olivia smirked and walked back to the table to get her dinner plate. "...the old Olivia Spencer might have broke confidences and answered that question. But the new and improved one that you've helped create, well, she understands the value of friendship and intimacy and knows there are certain rules to abide by."

"Bullshit," Natalia replied.

"Oooh! Look at you with the vulgarity and everything," Olivia giggled.

"I'm serious."

"So am I! You rarely swear!"

Natalia threw her dishtowel at her wife.

"Would you be serious please? All jokes aside?"

Olivia released a heavy sigh. "I'll try," she said honestly. "But you only get one question. Agreed?"

Natalia's jaw set for a moment in frustration then she asked, "Fine. Does Doris like Blake or not?"

"If I answer this question do you promise it stays between us?"

"I promise."

"Swear to God?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Doris does like Blake. She enjoys her company."

"She enjoys her company? That's it?"

"You asked your question and I answered, did I not?"

"Liv, I meant does Doris-?"

"Nuh ah." Olivia tisked her finger. "You asked one question and you got an answer. End of discussion."

"Son of a bitch."

"That's two you owe the swear jar, Sister," Olivia retorted.

Before Natalia could reply the sounds of Francesca cooing from the baby monitor interrupted her.

"Our daughter has great timing," Olivia said as she left the room to retrieve her.

Chapter 13

Doris was in front of Company...pacing.

"This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy," she muttered to herself.

Suddenly, the door opened and she found 'Captain Jack' looking at her.

"Dammmmn. You did it. Sexy, not slutty and no particular group should hate you. You're a smart woman, Doris Wolfe."

"Is that a compliment, Olivia Spencer?" she shot back.

Olivia waved her finger. "Captain Jack Sparrow," she corrected her in a drunken English accent.

"Please stop doing that."

"But I'm having fun," Olivia pouted. "And later tonight, I'll have more fun."

"So did you, uhhh?" Doris tried to motion to Olivia's nether regions.

"Go for the 'sword'?" Olivia asked. Doris just giggled. "I'll never tell...Anyway, you better get in here. There's a pretty pussy inside waiting for you."

Doris crossed the threshold and Olivia pointed to Blake, who was dressed in a spandex Catwoman outfit serving drinks. The body-hugging garment accented every curve.

"Oh dear God," Doris mumbled.

Olivia giggled quietly and said, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty," which earned her a slap from Doris.

"She looks like Julie Newmar," Doris said in amazement.

"You like Julie Newmar?"

"Are you kidding? She was my childhood crush. The red hair, the skin-tight leotard...Oh dear, God," Doris muttered again. She turned to face Olivia. "This was such a bad idea. Did she see me yet? Can I duck out?"

Olivia looked over at Blake. The younger woman spotted Doris and nearly dropped the drink tray. Fortunately, Frank - in his Adam West Batman get-up - saved the day. She handed the tray to him and made her way over.

"No escape," Olivia said. "And get that confident smirk ready because she's making her way over here." When Blake was a few feet away Olivia said, "I'll see ya later," and made a hasty exit back to Natalia, who was talking with Phillip and Beth.

Doris reached to pull Olivia back, but it was pointless. So with as much false bravado she could muster she turned to Blake.

Blake was still a little slack jawed, which settled Doris's nerves a bit.

"You look..." Blake didn't continue. She reached out and began to finger the blue chiffon of Doris's bikini bottom.

"Good choice?" Doris asked with assurance.

Blake only nodded.

"Better than the naughty nurse then?"

Again, Blake just nodded. She let the material fall from her fingertips.

Doris bit her lip. "Be honest. It's not too risqué, is it? You haven't really said anything."

Finally, Blake found her voice and said, "No," but it sounded gravely so she cleared her throat before she continued. "You, uh, pulled it off - sexy, but not over the top. I'd say if you were in pink you'd look like Barbara Eden from 'I Dream of Jeanie'."

Doris motioned to Blake's costume, looking a bit tongue-tied.

"You look..."

"You like?" Blake said as she did a little twirl.

Doris smirked and said, "Nice tail."

"You mean this thing, of course?" Blake said as she grabbed the cattail attached to the suit and gave it a circular twirl.

Doris grinned and then hesitated a bit and said, "Yeah, of course."

"I'm glad you approve," Blake said cocking her head slightly to one side, exposing her neck slightly.

Doris knew when a woman was flirting and she was certain Blake was baiting her. Doris didn't take it automatically though. After all, there was a benefit in playing hard to get.

"Looks like it's 60's TV night around here." Doris then motioned over to Frank. "I don't see Robin anywhere though."

"Well, where's Major Nelson?" Blake shot back.

"Didn't you hear? She was tossed out before the 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' repeal," Doris retorted.

Blake laughed. "I'm sorry. That's horrible. I shouldn't laugh."

"It would be horrible if I had a real Major Nelson, but I don't...I'm flying solo."

Blake stood looking at Doris, neither woman spoke. There's eyes just continued to devour each other silently. Blake didn't notice that Frank was calling her. Doris did but she ignored it. She didn't want the moment to end. After the third time of saying her name, Doris motioned her head to Frank.

"Chief Cooper's calling you, Kitty."

"Huh?" she said unsure what Doris was talking about.

"Blake!" Frank said louder.

The noise startled Blake and she snapped her head around to look. She held up her finger and then turned to Doris again.

"Looks like we need more wine," she said as she walked away, returning to Frank.

Just then, Ashlee walked up, nonchalantly, dressed like Bozo the Clown. She moved so casually you'd think she was dressed in normal attire, rather than crazy hair, face paint and huge shoes.

She was holding a tray of wine glasses. Doris took one and then two. She downed one immediately and held the other in her hand.

"A clown," Doris finally said, looking her daughter up and down. "Really?"

"Everybody loves a clown." Ashlee remarked dryly. Doris smiled. "Besides, I don't need a sexy outfit. Unlike you, I'm not here to woe Blake Marler."

"Ashlee," Doris sighed.

Before she could say anything more, Natalia omitted a flabbergasted cackle that made everyone look over. They all wondered what had surprised her so much to make such an outburst. She and Olivia were standing in the secluded corner and Olivia had a firm hold on Natalia's wrist as if she was guiding her wife's hand.

Natalia was completely red as she waved to the group and gave a meek, "Sorry."

Olivia began to chuckle too and Natalia buried her face in Olivia's neck trying to hide. Olivia said something, that made Natalia pulled back with a smile. Then she motioned her head down to Olivia's waist, and the older woman shrugged in response.

"What was that about?" Ashlee asked her mom.

Doris shrugged and Ashlee walked away to serve more drinks.

To no one in particular Doris said, "I'm betting Natalia found the sword."

Chapter 14

Natalia nodded in approval as Doris walked over.

"Nice threads," she complimented Doris.

"Don't be getting any ideas Ms. Swann - the Captain might chop off my head."

Natalia just snickered.

Near the snack table, Olivia was checking out the spread that 'gangster' and 'moll' Buzz and Lillian just finished placing on the table. She reached for a carrot when Reva came over dressed as a witch. Olivia stopped and looked her up and down.

"Reva, it's supposed to be a costume party. Why aren't you dressed?" Olivia smirked.

"Ha. Ha," Reva shot back. "Josh wanted me to wear this I'll have you know."

She pointed to him and Olivia looked over to see him dressed as a vampire.

"He does know you better than anyone judging by that outfit."

Reva grinned. "So, tell me, is this a dry run for your sex change operation I've heard about?" She waved her hand up and down at Olivia's costume. The 'captain' just smiled. "Really," Reva continued. "You look like a dude. Is Natalia getting bored with the Sapphic side of life?"

"You seem awful interested in my sex life, Reva. I'll just save you the trouble and tell you now...you're not my type."

Olivia popped an olive in her mouth and headed back to Natalia and Doris before Reva could reply.

"Gather 'round everyone," Blake announced. "We'd like to start the games since everyone's here now."

From the door, Phillip and Beth - dressed as zombies - and Rick and Mindy - dressed in togas - waved at the gathering. Matt entered behind them dressed as a gladiator.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Rick grumbled to Phillip.

"What are you complaining about? You didn't even buy a costume. That's a sheet from your linen closet."

Rick pitched his thumb to Matt. "Make way for Mr. Studly over here."

"Don't be jealous because I still have the physique to pull this costume off," Matt gloated as he passed them and walked deeper into the room.

"Now," Blake continued to the crowd, "since Ashlee is overseeing the kitchen and acting as judge in the contests, we've got equal number of guys and gals, I thought we'd have a battle of the sexes. Girls on one team and Guys on the other, okay?"

The crowd nodded and shrugged, but they lacked the enthusiasm that Blake conveyed.

"Come on everyone! This is gonna be fun! Who's with me?!"

Crickets chirped from a nearby open window.

Finally, Doris offered a, "Yay! What's first?!" She tried to sound engrossed, but it didn't quite work.

"Thank you for that fake fervor, Doris," Blake remarked dry.

"Hey." Doris shook her finger. "It's more than your getting now. It's not a group of party-goers; it's an oil painting."

"True. But let's change that. Now we have seven contests-.

"Seven?" Rick whined. "I just came for the booze," he said. "Can I just go drink in the corner?"

"No!" Blake replied.

"Well, technically," Mindy began, "the first team to four would win. We could stop after that."

"We're not stopping!" Blake said. "The first game is bobbing for apples. Each team will pick a gladiator for their side and the first one to get three apples wins!"

"Gladiator, huh?" Josh chuckled. "Matt is perfect for it."

"It was a figure of speech," he argued.

"Yes," Rick added, "But you don't have to worry about getting wet and being soaked the rest of the night. Just take off your plastic armor."

"He's got a point," Josh replied.

Matt sighed. "Fine, I'll do it."

Blake turned to the women. "What about us?"

"It's your party," Reva said. "You should do the first game."

Natalia, Doris, Mindy, Beth and Lillian all nodded while Olivia said, "For once I agree with Reva. Besides, I'm not getting my goatee wet."

"Yet," Doris muttered to Olivia under her breath. Olivia tried her best to look offended, but she ended up smiling anyway.

"No one wants to do it?" Blake asked. All the ladies shook their heads. "Fine. Looks like it's you and me, Matt."

"I changed my mind," Olivia said.

"You'll do it?" Blake asked hopefully.

"Oh hell, no. I just think Reva should do it since her mouth is the biggest one here. She'll catch more apples."

"Behave," Natalia warned and Olivia pouted.

Reva giggled. "She's got you on a short leash, doesn't she?"

"Reva," Josh grumbled. "You're team mates. Play nice together."

It was Reva's turn to pout. "Fine," she mumbled.

Ashlee had wheeled out one red wagon that contained an oval bucket filled with water and three apples. Buzz followed behind her with the same thing. One was placed in front of Matt, who finished taking off his silver plastic torso shield to reveal a set of six-pack abs that mimicked the armor. After he did, he looked over to see all the women grinning. In particular, Olivia and Natalia were grinning at each other and whispering.

"Hey," Matt said indignant. "I'm in shape."

"Oh no!" Olivia said, "Natalia and I agree. I just told her all that bicycling paid off." Natalia nodded in agreement.

"NOWWWWW you two notice?" Matt teased. They both shrugged. "Check this out," he said and then started to make his pecks intermediately move up and down.

As if on cue, all the women began to chuckle at once.

"You should have stopped while you were ahead," Natalia told him.

"A bit too much?" Matt smiled.

"Just a tad," Reva added.

"Enough of the sexy poses," Ashlee said. "On your mark." Matt and Blake settled on their knees in front of their buckets. "Get set!" They both put their hands behind their back. The groups began to get a bit more vocal with a few cheers. "Goooo!"

Matt and Blake began to fish around for the apples as their fellow teammates rooted them on. Matt was the first to snag some fruit and the men gave up a loud cheer.

"Come on, Blake!" Reva yelled. "You hear that! Get your head in the game!"

Even as Reva was talking, Blake had her first apple in her mouth.

"One to one!" Ashlee yelled.

Matt got the next one immediately after and Rick said, "Prove you've got the biggest mouth here, Matt! One more to go!"

Matt shot Rick a dirty look before he dove in to snag the final apple. At the same time, Blake managed to get her second. Before he could get it out of the bucket though, it slipped from his teeth.

"Two and two!" Ashlee yelled.

Both teams got a bit louder and rowdier as the combatants went into the final stretch.

"Come on Matt! Get it! You can't let a girl beat you!" Frank yelled and then chuckled.

Matt looked over his shoulder in annoyance. "Next time YOU'RE THE ONE doin' this."

"Come on Blake!" Olivia yelled. "This is war!"

After the third time of missing her final apple, Blake took a deep breath and then plunged her head completely into the tub. The women cheering around her laughed for a moment.

Although it wasn't super deep, half of Blake's head was submerged. Her mouth forced the apple to the bottom of the bucket as her teeth dug into the skin. She quickly immerged and spit the apple to the floor.

"Ladies win!" Ashlee announced. As the men groaned, the women all cheered.

Blake's face and hairline was totally soaked...along with the top of her cat leotard from the splashing water.

Ashlee tossed Matt and Blake a towel and they began to wipe off their faces.

Doris couldn't help but grin.

"We won," Blake said as she watched the happy expression on Doris's face.

"Yes we did..." She then leaned over and asked in a whisper, "Is it cold in here?"

"Well, the water felt pretty cold."

Doris nodded down to Blake's bust line and her erect nipples that were straining against the spandex material.

"You don't say?" Doris teased.

Blake looked down. "Oh, god," she said mortified. She hung the towel around her neck, covering the rigid peaks. "I'm sorry," she added as she quickly shuffled toward the kitchen.

"I'm not." Doris called out to Blake retreating form while admiring the woman's backside. She had to chuckle immediately afterward.

Chapter 15

The ladies ended up winning the next three games. One was Pass the Orange, which involved transferring an orange down a line only using their chins. Olivia, being the supportive friend, swapped places with Doris at the last second so the mayor could 'hand off' to Blake. Doris did her best not to inhale too deeply when her nose was buried in Blake hair. The second game was Push the Peanut, in which Natalia thoroughly crushed Phillip. Each person had to push a peanut, still in its shell, with only a toothpick in his or her mouth to a finish line. Reva beat Josh in the third game, Ghostly Waiter. She had to blow up a three balloons and then balance each one on it's own plate. Walking as fast as she could she had to move across the room to set up the 'three course' meal without the balloons falling off. With no hope of coming back to win the night, the men conceded defeat and the group begged for no more games.

"Then what are we gonna do the rest of the night?" Blake argued.

"Get drunk?" Rick suggested. "I'm not on call and I plan to take full advantage."

"How about spin the bottle?" Phillip asked.

"We haven't played that in years," Beth added excited by the idea. "Well, I haven't. I can't say about anyone else."

"So? What do you say?" Frank asked, "We get in a circle of boy, girl, boy, girl and the closet the bottle goes to the opposite sex we kiss?"

"That's not really fair," Blake pointed out.

"Why not?"

"Not everyone here kisses the opposite sex. I say you kiss where it lands."

Frank scratched his head. "I don't know," he said.

"I'm secure enough in my sexuality to kiss anyone in this room," Josh replied with a smug grin. "What are you worried about, Frank?"

"For starters, your father isn't here."

"True," Josh conceded to Frank.

"Or your son," Buzz added.

"Fine," Blake said. "No family, but no gender bias. Oh! And if it lands between two people you get to pick who," Blake said. "Agreed?"

"Spin the bottle is kind of...old hat. What about something different?" Doris suggested.

"Like?" Blake asked.

"If you want to do a game that involves sucking face why not...In the Dark or Kiss for a Reason or Animal Kisses...At least those take skill and not just random chance."

Blake looked around and some people seemed to know the games while others appeared confused.

"How do you play them?" Blake asked.

"With In the Dark you select a group of spectators and a group to be blindfolded. Everyone walks around and when you bump into someone, you kiss them and then take off the blindfold to see who it is. It's fun for the people watching too because they can see what's coming while the folks kissing don't."

"That sounds pretty fun actually," Matt replied.

"Even if you're locking lips with me?" Rick asked.

"It's 50/50 in a room full of beautiful ladies. I'll take my chances." Matt grinned.

"What's the animal game?" Reva asked.

"Animal Kisses is where everyone chooses a partner, then each person selects an animal and writes it down on a piece of paper," Doris explained. "Each group then has to guess their partner's animal. If they guess right, then they kiss the person who wrote that animal. If they are wrong, the next person goes and so on. Of course, chances are I'll be paired with Matt, which isn't terrible, but the chance of him kissing a woman who'd have the slightest bit of interest in him as a man would be pointless. No offense," she added to him.

"None taken," he said with a nod and a polite smile.

"Now, Kiss for a Reason, can be fun," Doris said. "Every person playing writes on a sheet of paper where on their body they would most like to be kissed, or where their most intimate kiss was. Next, all the pieces go into a hat. Everyone then draws a paper and reads what they selected. After reading the paper, they take one guess as to who they think it belongs to."

"Then what happens?" Lillian asked, sounding interested.

"Well, if they get it right, they don't do anything and the next person goes. If they get it wrong though, the person who it belongs to must come forward and the two must have a long, intimate kiss."

Everyone began to nod.

"That one!" Blake said. "Everybody agree?" She got a chorus of agreements. "Cool! Doris, come help me get the paper and pencils!"

As the rest of the group enjoyed the food and drinks, Doris walked with Blake back into the kitchen until they reached another door. Inside was a small office. There was a tiny desk and barely room for one body, let alone two.

"Over in that filing cabinet..." Blake pointed. Doris looked. "... There're pencils inside. We should use all pencils or all pens, right? That way no one knows for sure who wrote what?"

"Yes," Doris nodded. She found about six of them. There wasn't enough for everyone, but they could share.

"I'm not sure if I said it yet, but...thanks for coming," Blake said sincerely as she cut up several slips of paper, trying to keep them even.

"Thank you for inviting me."

"Be honest. You didn't want to come."

"Not at first, but I'm glad I did. That catwoman suit was not to be missed."

Doris smiled as she nervously played with the pencils in her hand.

"Can I be honest now?" the redhead asked.

Blake rose with the finished papers in hand.

"Sure."

Doris swallowed hard as Blake came within inches of her. The office was so small, suffocating almost, that Doris had nowhere to turn away even if she wanted to.

"I was wondering what you'd think of this outfit."

"You did?"

Blake nodded. "Do you like it?"

Doris could feel her palms sweating. She bit her lip.

"Yes," she said above a whisper. She then cleared her throat and in a slightly louder voice she asked, "What did Frank think of it?"

Blake's expression hardened. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Bring up Frank."

"He is your fiancé," Doris challenged. "If you're in a sexy outfit then it should be for his benefit, shouldn't it?"

Blake reached out and gently grabbed Doris's hands that held the pencils. The mayor's hand was practically in a fist. Blake took a step closer in the already cramped office. Before she could say or do anything else though they heard Frank's voice.

"Did you find the stuff?"

Blake dropped Doris's hand but their eyes never looked away for a moment.

"Yes," Blake replied, still focusing her gaze on Doris. "We're on our way."

Chapter 16

"Now everyone did this correctly, right?" Blake asked as she went around and let everybody drop their slip of paper into Matt's gladiator helmet.

"Yes, Blakie," Frank answered.

Doris leaned over to Natalia and whispered, "You lost your shot."

"What shot?"

"If you'd married him you'd be the one with the cutesy nickname like Natie."

Natalia snorted. "Olivia calls me Tali sometimes."

"Yeah, but that sounds sexier than Blakie or Natie – Golden Retrievers are called Blakie or Natie for God's sake."

Natalia grinned. "You seem a bit jealous Frank has a nickname for Blake."

Doris paused a moment; then grinned mischievously. "I don't want Frank giving me a nickname."

"That wasn't what I meant." Natalia slapped her arm with a giggle and Doris grinned larger.

Olivia walked up with two cups of punch. "Every time I turn my back I swear you're making time with my lady, Wolfe."

"Aye Aye Captin' ," Doris teased. "She's a beauty, but don't worry. No mutiny yet. She's still happy with your...rudder skills."

"Oh god, that was awful," Olivia replied. "Even for you."

"I'll give you that," Doris agreed.

"Okay, now remember..." Blake continued. "Listing where your most intimate kiss was doesn't mean 'body part.' It's physical location like under an apple tree. Got it?"

"You mean I can't write penis?" Rick asked seriously.

"Rick," Blake sighed. "Did you write penis?"

The group giggled.

"No. Relax, Blake."

She ignored him and went on. "Now remember, you reach in. Grab a slip of paper and read it out loud. If you get it right, you don't do anything and the next person goes. If you guess wrong though, that person has to come forward and the two of you must have a long, intimate kiss."

"But no family," Buzz repeated. "I love you, Son. But..." he let the sentence hang.

"I hear ya," Frank agreed. "So who's first?

"Doris," Blake said. "You read yours first."

Doris opened up her sheet of paper. She looked at it for a moment and grinned slightly.

"Bedroom in a blackout," she said.

As soon as Doris read the words, she knew whom it belonged to. Years before, after court one afternoon, she ended up chatting with Ross Marler about their lives. The reason she remembered him talking about how he and Blake got together was because of the blackout. Of course, it could have been someone else who wrote that slip, but chances are it was Blake. If she fledged ignorance, she'd have a kiss. Finally, she'd know for sure just how soft her lips were. She looked around the room to see everyone looking at everybody else. She narrowed in on Blake, who looked hopeful and, incidentally, licked her lips.

"I'd say... it's Blake Marler."

Blake's hopeful expression seemed to fall for a moment, but she quickly recovered before everyone looked her way.

"Y-Yes, she's right," Blake answered. "How did you know?"

"Ross," Doris answered. "He mentioned the blackout and how he helped you back to your room and that one simply act, well, it changed his life forever." The group, for the most part, gave an awwww. "He loved you, Blake, but it's good to know you've found love again."

Doris sincerely meant it, but she couldn't hold her happy express for too long. She began to play with the end of her paper. When she looked up, she wasn't sure what she saw in Blake's eyes. It was a mix of doubtful gratitude. Blake was thankful for the well wishes, but she didn't quite believe the happiness Doris perceived really existed. At least, not the type of love she had before – one built on passion, respect and understanding.

"So who's next?" Doris asked, trying to keep things moving.

"I'll go," Olivia replied. She opened her paper. "Under bleachers at a softball game," she read. "Oh this could be just about anyone...I swear if this is Reva and I get it wrong, Natalia you better lie and say it's you. Hell, anyone but Reva will do."

As the group laughed, Doris and Blake both grinned. But when they looked over at each other there was still an undecided tension between them. If Doris didn't know any better Blake seemed 'wounded' – that rather than miss the question and get a kiss, Doris did answer correctly.

'If that's true,' Blake thought, 'Then she really doesn't want me.'

Blake shook it off and went back to enjoying the game. Doris sighed inwardly.

'Rule 28: Never make a woman you admire feel rejected...Damn.'

Chapter 17

After playing three rounds of Kiss for a Reason, and losing constantly, Frank managed to talk them into playing spin the bottle instead. Rick gave the bottle a spin and it landed between Phillip and Lillian.

"I get my pick, huh? My best friend or my former mother-in-law…lucky me."

"We did say family was off limits," Buzz mentioned.

"You're just afraid your wife will succumb to my skills at lip locking," Rick taunted Buzz. Everyone in the room laughed, including Mindy. "Hey, it's the truth."

"Somehow I don't think you're lips are that powerful," Josh added.

"Oh yeah? Pucker up, Pal and see for yourself!" he taunted.

Unexpectedly, Josh took the challenge. He kissed Rick forcefully on the lips for a good three seconds and then sat down again.

"I'm not that impressed," Josh said as he took his seat as everyone around him chuckled.

"I'm offended," Rick said as he folded his arms across his chest. "I'm a great kisser when it's not a sneak attack."

"Aww, don't worry," Mindy complimented. "Your kisses are perfect, Dear."

The room gave a collective, 'Awwww.'

"You know," Matt says as he looked around, "…I was thinking... just about everyone in this room is related," Matt chuckled. "But technically Phillip and Rick aren't related so they should kiss."

Rick wagged a finger. "Your time's coming buddy and if you pick me, I'm gonna make it memorable. Believe me."

"Maybe." Matt shrugged and then he added, "but for now you need to pucker up for Phillip."

Rick motioned Phillip toward him and then they met in the middle. They gave a quick peck and then began to move back to their seat. The crowd around them grumbled.

"That doesn't count!" Reva complained.

"Fine!" Rick said as he leaned forward again. He wrapped his hand around the back of Phillip's head and kissed him soundly on the lips for 4 seconds as everyone hooted and hollered. "Happy now?" he asked the group. Without waiting for an answer, he rolled the bottle to his best friend. "Phillip. Spin!"

Phillip laughed as he gave the bottle a whirl. His spin ended between Doris and Beth.

"Gee," Matt teased. "I wonder who Phillip HAS to pick here."

Everyone chuckled.

"I've always wondered what it's like to kiss a lesbian," Phillip joked.

"Not to mention another of your father's ex-wives," Rick mentioned to a few chuckles.

"Well, now's your chance," Beth offered Phillip. "Because it ain't happening again. At least not with me in the same room at the same time."

"I think my daughter's saying this is the closest you can expect to a threesome," Lillian joked.

Everyone chuckled again.

Beth laughed. "Exactly. I'm strictly..." She blushed and purposely didn't finish the sentence.

"Dickly?" Reva piped in.

"Yes, Reva," Beth answered red-faced.

"You know, Phillip, this whole not kissing a lesbian thing... technically..." Reva let the sentence hang as she waved toward Olivia. "Been there, done her."

Natalia grinned and tossed her empty plastic cup at Reva's head, which she deflected.

"No, Olivia doesn't count," Phillip replied. "She was very straight at the time."

Blake chuckled. "That's right. Natalia hadn't 'turned her' yet."

"Heyyyyy," Olivia and Natalia both whined as the group giggled. Olivia added, "No one 'turned' anyone gay here...Except for maybe Rick – Phillip seems to have a little gleam in his eye that wasn't there before."

The group chuckled again and then Doris asked, "Are we gonna do this or not?"

"Don't sound too excited, Doris," Frank teased sarcastically.

"No doubt," Natalia agreed. "Quick! Hold her back!"

The party chuckled again.

Phillip looked to Beth for confirmation one last time. She grinned and waved her hand in invitation so he leaned over to the mayor. Doris took a deep breath and blew it out slowly in disgust. Phillip moved back for a moment.

"I'm actually a pretty damn good kisser, I'll have you know," he added indignant. "Don't be so morose."

Doris and the rest of the group had to laugh. She regrouped and nodded.

"Make it worth his while, Doris. Like I said, it ain't happening again," Beth added.

Doris started to giggle again, but then she recuperated once more and she moved toward him again. She closed her eyes when she was inches away. She reached up and put her fingers under his chin drawing him in closer. Her lips nipped a few times at his before she pulled him in deeper. Their lips and tongues explored each other for a few seconds.

Blake had imagined what kind of kisser Doris might be, but to actually see it – even if it was with Phillip Spaulding – was more than she anticipated. Her mouth felt dry and she began to subconsciously lick her lips. Olivia was seated next to Blake and turned to see the woman's reaction. Olivia was certain now... Blake wanted Doris too.

That prospect though opened up so many possibilities... and problems. The biggest issue was the man who sat to Blake's left – Frank Cooper. Having one woman leave you for a lady was one thing...but two women back to back?

Doris, for her part, could only think about Blake while she kissed Phillip. She knew the younger woman was watching her every action. She couldn't help imagining it was Blake's lips repeatedly seeking contact. Thank goodness Phillip's cologne was more unisex rather than manly. It wasn't an overly powerful fragrance so it helped create the illusion in her mind that the lips taking hers was Blake. When Phillip's large hand made contact with her face though, the fantasy was shattered and she came back down to reality with a crash, although she didn't let it show to the onlookers.

The group began to laugh and cheer the pair on as the kiss continued – except for Blake. She stayed fixed on the sight before her, imagining what it might be like if she was lucky enough. Doris was the next spin and maybe, just maybe...

"Wow," Phillip complimented as he pulled away. "You, uh, know how to kiss," he complimented.

"For a guy, you're not so bad yourself Phillip," Doris teased, which made the room laugh. "My turn?" she asked.

He nodded toward the bottle and Doris gave it a spin. It slowed down and almost stopped as it came near Natalia and Olivia. It moved even slower when it got to Olivia and Blake. But it came to a complete stop between Blake and Frank.

The crowd giggled and chuckled at the location and Olivia and Natalia shared a glance of happiness and optimism. Of all the places it could land, Doris was in luck. Blake tried not to show her excitement too much. Now she'd finally have her wish. She'd know what Phillip Spaulding just found out. She'd discover how soft and lush those lips of Ms. Wolfe felt.

Her heart fell when she heard Doris say, "Frank. I pick Frank."

Chapter 18

Olivia and Natalia were confused as they looked at each other.

Olivia started to ask, "Why Frank?" but the question only got as far as a 'Waaa' sound before she stopped herself. She quickly made up for it and instead said, "Whhhy you little minx. Taking all the fellas for yourself, huh? What the hell kinda lesbian are you anyway?" Olivia teased.

The group laughed, Doris included.

"Olivia," Doris continued the banter, "Remember what I said this week? It's my goal to kiss every man you've ever kissed in Springfield." She looked over at Josh and pointed. "You're next," she warned him.

"Uh! Hello?!" Buzz said pointing at himself.

"Fine," Doris sighed. "I'll flip a coin."

Everyone around the group was heartily laughing and smiling...except Blake. She did grin and she chuckled slightly, but she didn't have the level of merriment. She couldn't. Once again, Doris was purposely avoiding anything physical with her, particularly when she had the chance to be physically close. She thought she was going a job of hiding her disappointment, but someone noticed.

"Don't look so glum, Blake," Ashlee said. "It's not like she'll steal Frank away from you."

"I'm not glum," Blake replied. "I'm just getting bored is all."

"She's just jealous she didn't get picked," Natalia teased.

To the group, it was a good-natured jab. They had no idea about Blake's recent indecision. She smiled at Natalia in a way that, to an outsider, looked natural. To the two of them though, Blake was annoyed and it was an unspoken warning to shut up.

Ignoring Natalia's remark, Doris turned to Frank.

"Come here, Chief. Give me my kiss and your wife can move onto a new game to torture us all."

Everyone chuckled. It was on the tip of Blake's tongue to yell, yet again, that they weren't married. However, she stopped herself and snapped her jaw shut. She turned to Frank and then motioned to Doris.

"Go for it, Frank – the lady's waiting!"

Frank blushed awkwardly, but didn't move. So, Doris slid across the small divide and took a seat in front of Frank, sitting cross-legged. She put her hands on his knees and stroked his legs as a few gathers hooted and whistled.

"Like she said... I'm waiting Frank. Show me what you got."

In that instant, Olivia realized exactly what Doris was doing. Sure, she probably didn't want to kiss Blake in a roomful of spectators, but it was more than that. Doris was sizing up the competition. Olivia grinned at her friends' cunning.

Unknown to him of Doris' intent, Frank decided to meet the challenge. He captured the back of Doris's head and led her to his lips. It wasn't exceedingly forceful – not like Josh kissing Rick – but it wasn't as smooth, calculated or graceful as Phillip's kiss either. He wasn't overly 'sloppy' or overly 'dry'. Truth be told, Frank was...average – not horrible, but no potential fireworks either. In that instant she wondered, just what the hell Blake saw in Frank. Blake was a woman who wrote romance novels for god sakes – she loved action, adventure... sex. And Frank was... as vanilla as they come.

When they pulled away, Frank asked, "So?" as if wanting a critique.

Doris grinned. "So far in the 'Olivia lip off', Phillip is the guy to beat."

"Damn it," Frank muttered as the rest of the group laughed. "That's okay. There's only one woman whose opinion matters on the subject."

Doris looked over and caught the expression on Blake's face. It was a smile that masked the unease she was feeling. When Frank leaned over and awkwardly kissed Blake, Doris had no choice but to look away. She used the guise of going back to her position to avoid seeing the excruciating display.

The rest of the night was spent drinking and talking, with no more games. Even Blake was grateful. She wasn't sure how much more rejection from Doris she could muster.

Doris ended up having more drinks than she expected. She spent the evening ruminating if she made the right choice about not kissing Blake. The alcohol, however, provided no answers – if anything, it all seemed even cloudier than before. Now wasn't the time or place to do anything about it.

A couple of hours later, Olivia and Natalia were the first to announce they were leaving. Doris agreed it was time to call it a night for her too. Ashlee offered to give her mom a lift home, but Olivia and Natalia beat her to it. Besides, they were already set to go so Doris took their offer instead, saying she'd see Ashlee later that night, or the next morning.

While the others bid their adieu with waves and good-byes, Blake excused herself to walk them outside. She thanked them for coming, but before Doris could climb into the backseat of the Nissan, Blake moved Doris out of the door's way and shut it to give them some privacy.

"What time are you picking up your car tomorrow?" she asked.

Doris took her time as she examined Blake head to toe in her cat costume. She found herself licking her lips.

"Why?" Doris asked.

"I'd like to talk to you."

Doris swayed slightly. "About what?" she asked.

Blake reached for Doris' shoulders to steady her. "About tonight."

Doris looked at Blake's palms against her and smiled. Perhaps she found some courage. Maybe it was just a few too many rum and cokes. Doris couldn't say.

Either way though, she put her hands on Blake's hips and switched positions so Blake was against the back door of the car. She could hear Blake's breath catch in her throat. Immediately, she placed her thigh between the apex of Blake's legs, pressing their bodies firmly together. She ground into the younger woman slightly as her lips came so close to Blake's ear it tickled the flesh.

"What about tonight?" On the word 'tonight' Doris's lips lightly snared Blake's earlobe, making the redhead whimper. "I have no interest in Frank Cooper..." Doris slurred, "...if that's what you're worried about." Her lip then nipped ever so slightly at Blake's neckline. "His fiancée on the other hand..." She pulled back, but not before nuzzling her cheek against Blake's. "Now she's a different story."

Chapter 19

Doris's hands were still holding onto Blake's hips as Blake's back rested against the backdoor of Olivia's car.

"D-Doris..." Blake tripped over her tongue. She opened her mouth again, but no words came. She felt her palms perspire. They somehow slipped from Doris's shoulders to her biceps now and her fingers began to knead the flesh of the mayors' upper arm.

Doris didn't reply. She simply looked down at Blake, focusing on the shorter woman's lips. A few more inches and Doris's lips would be able to cover the strawberry blonde's.

Olivia's door suddenly opened, shaking each woman from her admiration.

"We have to leave," Olivia said annoyed. When neither woman moved immediately, she added, "...now."

"She's so pushy," Doris said with a smile as she stepped back two paces.

The move was enough to give Blake space to open the backdoor. She widened it and took Doris, by the hand, leading the woman inside. Upon making sure the genie costume had cleared the door, Blake leaned inside.

"Thank you all for coming," she told everyone inside the car. She got some expected pleasantries in return. She then turned to Doris. "I'm really glad you made it."

Blake closed the distance and kissed Doris - partially on the cheek and partially on the lips; completely slow burning.

"I'll see you soon," she whispered. She pulled back and said, "Night, ladies," before she closed the door and headed back toward Company in what seemed without a second glance.

Olivia put the car in gear and pulled away. Doris looked out the back window and noticed that Blake stopped just short of the door and watched the Nissan as it pulled out of sight. She turned forward again with a grin.

"What the fuck?" Olivia said, looking at Doris through the rearview mirror.

"Olivia!" Natalia admonished.

"Really?" Olivia asked again, ignoring Natalia's reprimand. "She's going to be married soon."

"I know," Doris whined.

"Doris...?"

"I know."

"What in the world are you thinking?"

"I know!" she whined again, but more annoyed this time.

"You can't steal Frank's girl."

Doris snorted. "Do as I say not as I do?"

Both women began to squawk their arguments at that remark, which only made Doris laugh.

"You didn't steal Nat; settle down. I'm just teasing," Doris said.

"You're drunk," Olivia added.

"Maybe a little," Doris replied and then giggled.

"Well, if you're gonna get sick tell me and I'll pull over."

"I'm not THAT drunk for Pete's sake!" There was a brief silence and then Doris said, "Frank is a boring kisser." Olivia and Natalia both began to laugh. "Really," Doris stressed. "Why did you two ever fuck him?"

Rather than be upset by the question or the vulgarity, Natalia chuckled.

"Wait!" Olivia said with a wave of her hand. "She can swear, but I can't?"

"There's a difference."

"How so?"

"She's not the woman I'm fucking," Natalia said dryly before everyone started to chuckle.

"I could be, ya know?" Doris said leaning forward so she was between the pair.

"Over my dead body," Olivia replied.

"As tempting as your wife is Ms. Spencer...Nah, I'd rather have you alive and well than your hot chick in my bed," Doris replied. Natalia seemed to blush and look offended at the same time. "Honestly... Why did either of you fuck him?" When the car went silent again, Doris laughed once more, "Please, quiet down. One at a time."

Olivia and Natalia both laughed.

"She slept with him first," Natalia said. "She should go first."

"Why did I sleep with Frank?" Olivia repeated the question. She thought a moment. "I was in love with someone else."

"Same answer," Natalia replied and then laced her fingers with Olivia's.

The two women smiled at each other. Doris watched the pair holding hands.

"Do you think Blake could ever love me? Or is that dumb? Be honest."

Olivia looked into the rear view mirror to see Doris's hopeless expression. Her own heart broke a little. She turned to Natalia to measure her reaction. She watched her wife literally biting her lip to keep quiet. Natalia knew something and whatever it was, she was trying her hardest to keep quiet. Knowing she expected an answer, Olivia cleared her throat.

"I think when you let down those walls... when you're really yourself...anyone could love you...even Blake Marler."

Doris still looked sad as they approached the mayor's estate. Rather than turn down the drive, Olivia went beyond it. Doris and Natalia both spoke up and pointed as they passed by.

"Not tonight," Olivia replied. "You're coming home with us."

"Olivia," Doris started.

"No arguments," Olivia replied. "I remember what it was like being love-sick over a beautiful woman and feeling isolated. I had one person who listened to me ramble so it's only right I return the favor. So no...Tonight you're coming home with us. Case closed Ms. Prosecutor."

Doris grinned from the backseat.