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Her eyes were frantically darting around, trying to locate her jeans and blouse from last night, obviously not used to being naked in broad daylight in the house of someone else. The way her expression changed when she absentmindedly sipped some of Misty’s coffee concoction was priceless. Since Misty had to head for work right after a hasty breakfast, Mollie told her lover, “You go ahead, darling. I'll drive Sara back to where she left her car last night.” The morning sun still painted Amarillo a pastel pink when a now dressed Sara followed Mollie down to the basement garage where her car was parked. Sara seemed silent – almost sullen. “You must think a lot of Misty, to pay for all this,” she remarked without stopping to censor herself. Mollie blinked and looked almost as if she'd been slapped. “You think I pay for this? You think I buy Misty’s love?” she asked, getting angrier every second. “Well, yes,” Sara murmured, realizing she'd stuck her foot into her mouth. “OK. Maybe not buy. But how can a young bank clerk afford a place like this?,” Sara asked keeping her voice very neutral, as they reached Mollie’s Mercedes. As they climbed into the luxury car, Molly spoke. “The only person who’d laugh about that question would be Alice, after that she’d probably get you transferred to some god-forsaken outpost in Alaska. Misty manages the biggest bank in Northern Texas, silly. She doesn’t need my money – she earns enough of her own. That lil redhead has juice!” She smiled, thinking about her wonderful lover, and feeling a little mollified by Sara's look of chagrin. ”OK, so where’s your car?” “I parked about a block away from the restaurant.” As they pulled out and started the trip, Sara felt she'd better try to mend some bridges. “Mollie, I’m sorry I assumed you were paying for Misty. Being a cop I make judgments based on my experience. One very, and I mean, very, colourful gay boy, and three girls. 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