tonight.”
Parker gave Candace a long look. “Why don’t you stick around after and find out.”
“Why don’t you show me what you’ve got,” Candace suggested, “and I’ll let you know.”
“Watch me,” Parker growled, then broke away and ran out onto the field.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hiding that at your office,” Candace chided Liz. “I would’ve come to more of your office parties.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” Liz muttered, remembering Candace disappearing for an hour with one of the bartenders at the Christmas party. “You ogle Parker. I’ll be right back.”
Liz skirted around the equipment bags and knelt down behind the bench where Reilly was seated with some of her teammates. “Nice play.”
Reilly swiveled around until she faced Liz. When she spread her legs to lean forward, her bare knees were almost touching the outside of Liz’s arms. “Lucky catch, but don’t say I told you that.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Liz said.
“Thanks,” Reilly said solemnly.
“You’re welcome,” Liz replied, certain they weren’t talking about softball any longer.
Chapter Six
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Bathroom,” Bren said, although she doubted Liz would actually miss her. Liz’s attention was totally focused on Reilly. Thinking back, she couldn’t remember Liz ever having been so into Julia, not even during those first few weeks of romantic psychosis. Liz had been crazy about Candace at the beginning—so crazy that she’d denied the insanity of getting involved with an inexperienced but sexually avaricious 18-year-old—and that had predictably ended in disaster. Not that Brenda thought Liz was contemplating a relationship with Reilly, at least not consciously, but Liz definitely seemed to be intrigued.
“And maybe that’s just what she needs,” Bren murmured as she threaded her way through the crowd and climbed the slope to the park building in search of restrooms. Liz hadn’t seemed happy in a long time, and now that her life was in such turmoil, maybe a crush would take her mind off Julia and help ease her through the transition.
“It’s not like she’s going to get involved or anything.”
Confident that Liz wouldn’t be that crazy, Bren concentrated on following the narrow, overgrown path around the perimeter of the sprawling, cement block structure for some sign of the restroom. The side of the building facing the ball fields had once been a concession stand, but that was now boarded over and clearly no longer in use. Continuing through the ankle high, scraggly grass, she turned a corner and discovered an open archway with faded green letters above that read Women. She was happy she hadn’t waited until after dark, because even in the waning daylight the area looked deserted and mildly foreboding. She felt even less comfortable when she stepped through the archway into a large, dimly lit room with concrete walls and floors. The only light came through two narrow rectangular windows high up on the far wall. Four doorless stalls lined one wall, and two cracked, dirty porcelain sinks occupied the near corner. “Rustic” was a kind descriptor.
Taking a tentative step deeper inside, Bren drew up short at the sound of a soft moan. Her first inclination was to flee, but another part of her was curious. Cautiously she crept forward and peered into the recesses of the first stall. A blond woman, a little older than Brenda, leaned with her shoulders against the cinderblock partition that separated the space from the next stall. When she turned her head and smiled faintly at Brenda, her eyes appeared slightly dazed. Bren could tell her breasts were larger than average and her legs long and shapely since her blouse was unbuttoned low enough to expose her hard nipples and her skirt was hiked up to her hips. A short-haired brunette in grubby blue jeans, biker boots, and a sleeveless black T-shirt knelt between her legs, licking her.
Bren
Parker gave Candace a long look. “Why don’t you stick around after and find out.”
“Why don’t you show me what you’ve got,” Candace suggested, “and I’ll let you know.”
“Watch me,” Parker growled, then broke away and ran out onto the field.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hiding that at your office,” Candace chided Liz. “I would’ve come to more of your office parties.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” Liz muttered, remembering Candace disappearing for an hour with one of the bartenders at the Christmas party. “You ogle Parker. I’ll be right back.”
Liz skirted around the equipment bags and knelt down behind the bench where Reilly was seated with some of her teammates. “Nice play.”
Reilly swiveled around until she faced Liz. When she spread her legs to lean forward, her bare knees were almost touching the outside of Liz’s arms. “Lucky catch, but don’t say I told you that.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Liz said.
“Thanks,” Reilly said solemnly.
“You’re welcome,” Liz replied, certain they weren’t talking about softball any longer.
Chapter Six
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Bathroom,” Bren said, although she doubted Liz would actually miss her. Liz’s attention was totally focused on Reilly. Thinking back, she couldn’t remember Liz ever having been so into Julia, not even during those first few weeks of romantic psychosis. Liz had been crazy about Candace at the beginning—so crazy that she’d denied the insanity of getting involved with an inexperienced but sexually avaricious 18-year-old—and that had predictably ended in disaster. Not that Brenda thought Liz was contemplating a relationship with Reilly, at least not consciously, but Liz definitely seemed to be intrigued.
“And maybe that’s just what she needs,” Bren murmured as she threaded her way through the crowd and climbed the slope to the park building in search of restrooms. Liz hadn’t seemed happy in a long time, and now that her life was in such turmoil, maybe a crush would take her mind off Julia and help ease her through the transition.
“It’s not like she’s going to get involved or anything.”
Confident that Liz wouldn’t be that crazy, Bren concentrated on following the narrow, overgrown path around the perimeter of the sprawling, cement block structure for some sign of the restroom. The side of the building facing the ball fields had once been a concession stand, but that was now boarded over and clearly no longer in use. Continuing through the ankle high, scraggly grass, she turned a corner and discovered an open archway with faded green letters above that read Women. She was happy she hadn’t waited until after dark, because even in the waning daylight the area looked deserted and mildly foreboding. She felt even less comfortable when she stepped through the archway into a large, dimly lit room with concrete walls and floors. The only light came through two narrow rectangular windows high up on the far wall. Four doorless stalls lined one wall, and two cracked, dirty porcelain sinks occupied the near corner. “Rustic” was a kind descriptor.
Taking a tentative step deeper inside, Bren drew up short at the sound of a soft moan. Her first inclination was to flee, but another part of her was curious. Cautiously she crept forward and peered into the recesses of the first stall. A blond woman, a little older than Brenda, leaned with her shoulders against the cinderblock partition that separated the space from the next stall. When she turned her head and smiled faintly at Brenda, her eyes appeared slightly dazed. Bren could tell her breasts were larger than average and her legs long and shapely since her blouse was unbuttoned low enough to expose her hard nipples and her skirt was hiked up to her hips. A short-haired brunette in grubby blue jeans, biker boots, and a sleeveless black T-shirt knelt between her legs, licking her.
Bren
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