Satisfied that they would remain asleep, I slipped on some sweatpants and a T-shirt before leaving the room with my phone in hand. It was Chloe. Tara turned to look at me, her eyes positively green with envy, and I had the feeling she was devising workouts that would border on defying the Geneva Conventions. “Oh, what the fuck,” Helen gasped and fell back on the bed, her hands gathering most of Bobbi’s hair, and I couldn’t tell whether she was holding the younger woman in place or trying to pull her lips off Helen’s overstimulated folds. I didn’t want to inject something awkward into what felt like the beginnings of a good relationship. “I warmed her up. He was incredibly resourceful, though, and if it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t have been able to confirm Roger’s involvement in my kidnapping.
