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Caution: Under Construction, Part 42

©2002 -Vertigo-

It was a lazy Sunday for Keefer, not even getting out of bed until her lover had left. She took a long hot showerİand then straightened up the house before taking Sheridan's advice. Standing in the closet, she began pulling out various clothes and throwing them on the bed. The first things in her Goodwill pile were things that Danni had bought for her; she couldn't even stomach looking at them. The next items she pulled out were the ones that were]] old or dated and then she tackled her shoes. By the time she was done, she had two trash bags full of clothes and her closet was looking pretty bare. Keefer was on a roll, the next thing on her agenda was her dresser drawers, she knew there were Danni things in there.

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Sheridan was sweaty and out of breath by the time her dogs decided it was time to go home. She peeled off her shirt and pulled her bra out of her pants pocket, tossing it onto her bed. "Jeez, guys, you wore me out!"

This is no good, she thought. I can't keep running back and forth like this all the time. I'm neglecting my kids. A sour look crossed her face. What am I supposed to do about it? She didn't have much time to think about it as Pharaoh stealthily slipped in and stole her bra. "Hey! That's my last white one, you thief!"

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Keefer hauled the bags of clothing onto the porch and sat down on one of the plastic chairs. She let her eyes wander over the wooden boards of the floor and pursed her lips in thought. Pretty ugly, isn't it? she sighed. It had been so long since she'd actually cleaned house, and now that she did, there was something new she wanted to change each time she looked. I should get motivated and start fixing things. She glanced towards the front door and shook her head. There's so much to do, though. Her eyes lit up suddenly. Ahhh, but I have my own personal construction worker, don't I...

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Sheridan had been lying on her couch for some time after unsuccessfully chasing her dog. She let Pharaoh have the bra, feeling that he had every right to tear it up; she had been spending so little time with her dogs, he deserved it. Zeus walked up to the couch and laid his big head in her lap, huffing and grunting for some attention. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she said apologetically as she scratched his head. "I love you, really."

After a few minutes, Pharaoh abandoned the now-shredded bra and joined his brother, both dogs competing for their scratches. "Maybe I should stay home with you guys today," she said guiltily.

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The tall inspector began making a list of things that needed repair or replacing. She started on the porch and moved through the house slowly. She paused as she stood outside the bathroom, a pleasant smile on her face. This room needs nothing, she thought with a chuckle. She closed her eyes as she remembered Sheridan and herself crammed together in the bathtub, smashed against each other by the sink, and again by the wall. She could feel that heated kiss, laden with frustration and want. She laughed out loud at how desperate Sheridan had been that day, and how she'd held herself in check. Poor thing, I practically tortured her with kisses and yet she behaved. Keefer walked away from the bathroom with a big grin on her face as she recalled the day after the big bathroom remodeling vividly. The first time we made love. The tall woman stopped walking and groaned as her nipples hardened, she looked down at them and shivered. Sheridan literally worshipped them that day. She reached up and pressed her palms into her breasts, attempting to push her nipples back in. She hasn't done that since... I liked it so much. The brunette rubbed her hands over her breasts a few times, her list of repairs forgotten. Gotta get her to do that again. Where is she, anyway?

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Sheridan stretched and wrinkled her nose, "Shit, I stink." She climbed out from under her dogs and turned on the shower, taking off her remaining clothes. She was about to get into the tub when the phone rang.

"Hiya, sweetie," she said happily into the phone.

"I miss you," Keefer replied.

Sheridan sighed, "I miss you too, baby, but I'm having a problem with my dogs."

"Problem? Is everything okay? Are they okay?"

The blonde chuckled, "Calm down, honey, they're okay, they just miss me. I've been neglecting them badly."

Keefer paused to think. "Soooo... what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I want to be with you in the worst way, but I feel guilty about the boys. I've never left them alone so much in their lives."

"Bring them here," Keefer said seriously.

"There? To your house?" Sheridan's eyebrows rose in question.

"Yes, why not? They get along with Fifi, and they like me..."

The blonde lit up excitedly. "Shit! Why didn't I think of that? I was sitting here all torn up about separating my time between you both. Cool, Keef!"

Keefer laughed at her lover's happiness, then turned serious. "You were torn up?"

"Hell, yeah. I want to be with you, and the boys need me, too. I was afraid I'd have to cut my Keefer time down."

"I love you, baby," Keefer said with a heartfelt smile.

"I love you, too. Hey, I got the water running, I'm about to go in the shower."

"You're naked?" Keefer asked as her belly tightened at the thought.

"Totally," Sheridan purred.

Keefer's hand went right back to her breast and she squeezed. "Mmm. Go take your shower," the brunette urged.

"I will, baby, and I'll think about what you did to me this morning while I wash my parts."

Keefer groaned and crossed her legs. "We can't spend every waking minute in bed, Sher."

"I know, baby, but you make me so hot... all the time."

"Don't I know the feeling. Go, take your shower."

"I'll be over afterwards."

"Can't wait to smell you."

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Keefer hung up the phone and groaned. "Okay, stop this!" she scolded herself. "We can have a day without sex." She nodded, trying to convince her body of her statement. "She'll come over with the boys, we'll kiss hello... GENTLY... and then after the dogs are all settled in, we'll go shopping. That's that," she said firmly. "Oh, all right, we'll make out, THEN we'll go shopping." Keefer frowned, then put her foot down, "No. A little kiss, and maybe a hug. That's what we'll do."

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Sheridan showered and indeed did think about Keefer as she washed herself. However, she thought about her the whole time, not just as she washed her parts. She thought about Keefer's naked ass, gyrating and flexing as the brunette made love to her, and about Keefer's admission that she'd almost touched herself. By the time Sheridan was done with her shower, she was ready for another. "Stop it. Keefer is right; we can't just live on sex. Enough," she told her crotch as she patted it dry -- extremely carefully. "We're going shopping. Can't be any harm in shopping," she said as she put on her deodorant. "In fact, I'm just gonna give her a little kiss when I walk in the door. Nothing fancy, just a peck." She looked at herself in the mirror and set her jaw firmly. "A day at the mall, that's it."

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Keefer stood in her bra and panties, studying her clothes. She wanted something that would be easy to take on and off in the fitting rooms, but didn't want to look frumpy either. She held up a pair of nylon shorts, holding them against her, "This is okay, no buttons or zippers." She also went for a tank top, figuring she could just put shirts on over it instead of taking it off. Dressed and ready, she stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. She looked plain and she frowned. A devious smile suddenly lit up her face and she chuckled out loud. "Oh yeah, I know just the thing," she said as she fished through her drawer. "No one will even know."

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Sheridan had no trouble loading the dogs into the car. The trouble was in getting their dog bowls and food in with them, and making sure the animals didn't tear into the bag of food while she was driving. She drove slowly as the two dogs bounced excitedly around in the car. The blonde had made the mistake of telling them they were going to see Keefer and now they were hyper about the trip, tangling their leashes into one big knot.

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Keefer watched in amusement as her lover tried to corral the dogs and their belongings in her little car. She laughed when Sheridan's seat suddenly fell backwards and Zeus was sitting on top of her, his head hanging out of the driver's window. She didn't dare call the dog --İknowing that he was likely to jump out the window and strangle his mommy. Instead, she sat down on a chair and watched the scene unfold with a hand covering her mouth.

Sheridan managed to get the seat back into an upright position and was holding the tangled leashes in one hand, the fingers of her other gripping Pharaoh's collar tightly. "Keef? You wanna give me a hand?"

Keefer began clapping from her chair.

"Oh, you're a riot," Sheridan shouted as her door opened.

Fifi heard Sheridan and came running from the bedroom to greet her. She stopped short at the door and cocked her head to the side.

Keefer snickered and stood up. "Let Zeus go, I'm right here."

"I can't, their leashes are all tangled up!" she yelled as the both dogs tried to get out of her door at the same time, stepping all over her.

The frustration was evident in her lover's voice, but Keefer couldn't contain the laughter. "Unhook them then, they'll come to me either way."

Sheridan blushed at her stupidity and unhooked the leashes. The dogs bolted from the car and ran fast and furious at Keefer. Now it was Sheridan's turn to laugh as Keefer was on her back in a heartbeat with two massive dogs on top of her.

Fifi, in a fit of jealousy, ran out the door, jumped into the pile and started to bark at her mommy.

Sheridan crawled out of the car and sat on the driveway, holding her stomach from laughing so hard. Just to be a wise ass, she started applauding.

"Sheridan! Help!"

Keefer's loud giggling gave Sheridan a happy feeling that warmed her heart. She waited a little longer before untangling the leashes and hooking them back on the proper dogs.

Once the big boys were pulled off, Fifi stopped barking and also climbed off of Keefer.

"Good lord!" Keefer gasped through her laughter. "They licked me to death!"

"They have good taste," Sheridan commented, giving Keefer a helping hand.

The tall woman picked up her jealous dog, and kissed her nose. "Feef, now you be good, and share with the boys." Keefer put Fifi down on the floor and nodded to her lover.

Fifi looked at her mother in horror as Sheridan led the dogs into the house.

"Okay guys, this is Fifi's house, you'd better behave," Sheridan warned, pointing a stern finger at them. She unleashed Zeus, who went right into the kitchen, then Pharaoh, who immediately jumped on Keefer again. Sheridan knelt down and grabbed Fifi, picked her up and hugged her. "Who's a good girl? You're a good girl!" she said in her most affectionate baby voice.

Fifi felt somewhat better that Sheridan ignored the other dogs and held her. She wagged her tail happily and licked the blonde's face.

Soon, the two big dogs finished their inspection of the house and came back to the two women.

Sheridan put Fifi down and got her a treat, petting her as she ate it, while Keefer did the same for the boys.

The tall woman watched the muscles in Sheridan's arm move as she pet Fifi. Her mouth watered ith visions of those same muscles engaged in entirely different acts. Her gaze shifted to her lover's lips as she cooed at the dog and she had a strong urge to kiss them, and not the little peck she had been planning. Blue eyes closed and Keefer shook the image out of her head.

Sheridan stood up straight and raised an eyebrow at her lover. The tall woman's eyes were closed and she was biting her top lip. God, I want to suck her face off.

Keefer opened her eyes and found green eyes staring at her intently. She took a deep breath and clenched her fists so she wouldn't grab and maul her lover.

Sheridan took a step forward and tilted her head up, asking for a kiss.

They came together hard, their momentum propelling Keefer's back against the wall. Tongues plunged and retreated, lips moved hungrily and hands tried to touch everything at once. Sheridan emitted a guttural groan, causing Pharaoh to jump up on them and investigate. Fifi wasn't happy with the big dog climbing up her Sheridan and she jumped up the blonde's other leg.

Keefer tore her mouth away and panted heavily, her eyes half closed and fixated on her lover's lips. "Someone's jealous," she breathed out.

"They'll have to learn to share. You're mine," Sheridan replied, dropping her forehead onto Keefer's shoulder.

Keefer reached up and held the back of Sheridan's head, keeping her close.

"Sher, we should stop."

"Why?" the blonde mumbled, rubbing her cheek on Keefer's breast.

"We agreed to go shopping today. Besides, I know we can have one productive day without sex."

Sheridan nodded. She was suddenly determined to have a normal day out with her lover, even if it meant shopping at the mall, something she really hated. It seemed important enough to Keefer. She peeled herself off of her lover and thrust her hands in her jeans pockets. "Yeah, we can have fun doing something other than sex," she agreed, still staring hungrily at her lover.

Keefer shivered, and then broke the heavy stare. "Give me those bowls," she said, grabbing them and the bag of food [from where they lay on the floor.

Sheridan watched her lover as she walked into the kitchen, all the dogs trailing after her. "Just set down some water, we'll feed them later."

Keefer returned shortly, giving her girlfriend the once over. Suddenly her eyes widened. "You're wearing a white T-shirt without a bra?" she asked loudly in disbelief.

Sheridan shrugged. "Yeah, what's the problem?"

"Are you trying to drive me crazy?" Keefer asked in distress.

"The boys ate my last white bra," she offered as an explanation.

"Well then, that's the first thing on the agenda at the mall... buying you a bra."

"Come on, Keef..." Sheridan whined.

"No arguments. I will not have you walking around with these..." she poked Sheridan in the breasts, "...winking and smiling at everyone we see."

Sheridan grinned in amusement. "I like it when you get all butch," she teased.

Keefer narrowed her eyes playfully. "Come on, Nipples, let's go get you covered up." She opened the door and held it for her lover.

The dogs heard the door open and came to investigate. Sheridan knelt down next to Zeus. "You guys be good, and play nice with Fifi. We'll be back with new bones for all of you."

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The construction worker stood forlornly by the garbage pails, surrounded by bag-laden husbands and boyfriends as Keefer shopped. Green eyes stayed riveted to the tall brunette as she meandered through the shop, picking things up occasionally and studying others. Sheridan looked around at her peers, all confined to the benches as she was. Everyone had the same blank stare, and the same expectant expression popped up each time a woman exited a nearby store. She wondered if they were in the same boat as she was, admonished to the bench by their wives and girlfriends. Exiled for a momentary lack of control.

Sheridan grimaced with guilt as she recalled the look on her lover's face before she pointed wordlessly to the garbage pail. The blonde tried to apologize but Keefer insisted that she stand where she was pointing and not move. Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have blurted out how fuckable she'd be in that skirt, Sheridan thought ruefully. How did I know there were all those people behind me?

Keefer suddenly appeared by her side and Sheridan smiled apologetically, hoping this time it would work. "I'm sorry, honey. I'll behave," she promised. "Don't leave me here again."

Keefer looked skeptical. "Do you think you can control yourself?

"I will. I promise."

Keefer chuckled. "Okay," she said disbelievingly.

Sheridan followed Keefer happily through the mall. She was just so glad to be away from that horrible bench that she didn't even notice where they were heading. When they stopped outside of the lingerie store, Sheridan swallowed hard and her eyes went wide.

"You promised to behave," Keefer reminded her with a playful twinkle in her eye.

Sheridan pursed her lips and nodded, dragging her feet reluctantly after her girlfriend.

Keefer smiled and bit back a laugh. It was going to be torture for Sheridan to behave herself in this store and Keefer wanted to see how long it would take before she lost it. "Come on, we need to get you a bra, and I need some PJ's."

"I don't wear these bras, Keef!" Sheridan said in a panic, eyeing all the frilly, lacy garments.

"They have sports bras, too, Sher," she said, pointing to a section in the back of the store.

Sheridan's eyes followed her lover's finger and they narrowed. "I don't see any sports bras."

Keefer chuckled. "They're there, trust me." Sheridan gave her a disbelieving glare. "Why don't you wander around, BEHAVING yourself, and find me some cute pajamas?"

"You trust me to pick out your PJ's?" Sheridan asked, wide-eyed.

"I do." I trust you more by yourself than with me in this store, Keefer thought.

The blonde lit up excitedly. "Cool, babe! I'll go find you something!" she said before she took off.

"God help me."

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Sheridan was like a kid in a candy store for the most part, fingering and touching things to the saleswoman's dismay.

"May I help you?"

Sheridan shifted the bags she was holding and flashed a charming smile at the woman. "Nope. I got it covered."

"Are you sure? Because that," she indicated the negligee Sheridan was rubbing on her face, "isn't your size," the woman huffed.

"Yes, I'm sure," the blonde replied distractedly as she spied some camisoles. She released the silky garment she was currently molesting and wandered away. She stood in front of the mannequin that had caught herİeye, picturing Keefer in the black and red outfit without a care in the world.

"Is there something in particular that you're looking for?"

Sheridan frowned, having been rudely snapped out of her daydream by this annoying woman. "Look, lady, I don't need any help," she bit out.

"Perhaps, if you tell me..."

"Perhaps, if you take a walk..."

The woman stepped away a few feet, but still kept her eye on the blonde.

"What? Because I don't look like I wear this stuff, you're gonna harass me the whole time?"

The lady backed away further.

"Stupid, ignorant people... oughtta get a life," Sheridan mumbled. "Ooooo!" Her mood changed dramatically as she found herself in front of yet another daydream-worthy display.

Keefer signaled to her lover that she was heading to the try-on rooms and Sheridan nodded, confident that she'd picked out something perfect for Keefer.

"Open up, Keef," Sheridan said as she knocked on the door, "it's me." The lock opened and the blonde continued into the dressing room. "I have something that I..." Sheridan stopped talking and her mouth hung open. Keefer was standing there in a tiny little camisole and lace panties. "Fuck, yeah! That's what I call underwear!" she said with a lascivious leer. "Buy it," she urged.

Keefer blushed hotly. "I wore it here."

"You wore it... oh, baby!" Sheridan grinned evilly, her gaze traveling the length of Keefer's body repeatedly. "I don't know why, but damn..."

"I wanted to feel sexy," Keefer said shyly.

Sheridan dropped the bags, opened her arms and licked her lips. "Come over here and I'll tell you how you feel."

"Sheridan," Keefer warned, "these mirrors are usually two way."

The blonde stared at the mirror then lifted her shirt and flashed it. "There, that oughtta keep 'em happy. Buncha pervs, watching my woman take her clothes off!"

Keefer blushed harder. "Sheridan!" she whisper-shouted. "Here," she thrust a hanger at her lover, "try this on if you're going to be taking off your shirt."

Sheridan eyed the bra suspiciously. "That don't look like a sports bra."

"It's called a bralette."

The blonde narrowed here eyes. "Bralette? How... cute."

"Just try it on. I'm sure you'll like it."

"Okay, but only if you try this on," she handed Keefer one of the hangers she'd been holding.

"Sheridan, these aren't pajamas. It's a G-string."

"I know. No one says you can't wear it to sleep, though," Sheridan replied, once again leering at her lover.

Keefer blushed. "Okay, no way. You have to get out of here."

"Please let me stay! I'll try on the chiclet!"

"Bralette."

"Whatever. Please?" Sheridan tried to look innocent but failed. "I'll be good," she fairly purred, once again staring at her lover's outfit.

Keefer felt a jolt of excitement in her loins and she gulped. Suddenly, the idea of being in this dressing room with Sheridan was a huge] turn on. "Uhm, all right... but hands to yourself."

Sheridan smiled so wide, it looked painful and sat down with her hands folded in her lap.

"You're not going to just sit there stock still and stare at me like that, are you?" Keefer wondered.

"Probably not. I have a feeling I'll be squirming a bit," Sheridan said with a sly smile.

Keefer's ears turned pink, even though her heart sped up in anticipation of doing a little sexy fashion show for her lover.

"Keef, it's just us," Sheridan said reassuringly. She spread herself out in front of the mirror and winked. "...and they guy behind the mirror."

Keefer snickered and relaxed. She held up a pair of satiny, blue lounge pants and Sheridan nodded in approval. Keefer bent over to put her foot in the pants leg and her nipples strained against the smooth fabric of her camisole, causing them to pucker instantly. She ignored the pleasurably tingling sensations and continued to put on the pants. However, when she stood up again and looked over at her lover, the tingling turned into throbbing. Sheridan's eyes were riveted to her left nipple and, if possible, it hardened even more under her stare.

"Oh yeah, you should wear these things more often, baby," Sheridan said in a deep, sexy voice.

A myriad of emotions flew through Keefer and she tried hard to not let any of them show. She was embarrassed, horny, brave and self-conscious, all at the same time. She plastered a confident look on her face and even pushed out her chest a little.

"Mmm, pretty cocky about those tits, are you?

Keefer looked down at them, then at Sheridan's lusty expression and smiled. "You like them, don't you."

"Fuck, yeah, baby. There's no bra under there, just a thin layer of sexy material between your beautiful tits and my eyes," Sheridan purred.

Keefer felt pretty good about her body at that moment. The way Sheridan was drinking her in, not only her breasts, but from head to toe, made her feel really desirable. She gestured to the pants, "What do you think?"

"Hot, definitely hot. I can't wait to feel you lying next to me in them."

Keefer turned around, giving Sheridan a nice view of her ass as she bent down and pulled them off. Hearing her lover's loud intake of breath gave her even more confidence, not to mention how hot it made her feel. She stood upright and tossed the pants to Sheridan. "Hold those," she saidİand bent over at the waist to pick up another piece of clothing.

Sheridan raised an eyebrow at her lover's display of obvious sexuality. It was turning her on immensely and she wished that they were anywhere but in this dressing room where she'd promised to behave.

Keefer shimmied into a pair of soft pink boxers and a little matching shirt. She tried to look at herself in the mirror, but Sheridan was in the way.

"Don't be showing the pervert in the mirror anything, I'll tell you what I think."

Judging from her lover's grin, Keefer figured this set was a keeper, too. She had an inkling that anything she tried on that was made of something small and shiny would be just fine with Sheridan. She struck a dramatic pose and the blonde applauded.

"Oh yeah, baby, you work it," Sheridan nodded enthusiastically.

Keefer pursed her lips and tossed her hair back, biting back a chuckle. "How's this?"

"Beautiful, baby, now try on the nightie," Sheridan wiggled her eyebrows and held up said item.

"Okay, but you have to try on the bra first."

"You got it." Sheridan peeled her shirt off in one motion and held up the bra to inspect. "Not bad, feels flimsy, though."

"It'll work, trust me," Keefer assured, blue eyes narrowed on Sheridan's breasts.

Sheridan smirked at her lover's stareİand jutted her chest out. "Wanna help?"

Keefer coughed a little and stepped back. "Oh, no, no you don't," she warned. "You know, if I get that close... anyway, we made a deal."

"Aww, baby. That was before."

"No, we made a deal. No sex today." As she said it, Keefer's sex twitched.

Sheridan got into the bra and adjusted the straps. "Hey, looks good. Feels great!"

"I told you. We'll get you some other colors when we leave," Keefer said proudly. She was glad she could pick something out that Sheridan would like.

"Your turn now," Sheridan said, hands on hips. "Nightie, please."

"How come I get the feeling that you'll be happy with whatever I try on?" Keefer asked with a grin.

"Keef, if it's on your body, how can it possibly look bad?"

The brunette blinked in shock a few times before gathering herself. Sheridan just said things like that out of the blue. Just when she thought the construction worker was going to continue to be her piggy self, Sheridan came out with a sweet thing like that and threw her for a loop.

"What? No more?" the blonde pouted. İİ

Keefer squatted down and initiated a long sensual kiss, the after-effects of which sent Sheridan crashing into the mirror and falling on her ass. Once she was upright again, she put her finger to her lips. "Shhh, Keef! You don't want Cruella finding us in here..."

"Is everything alright in there?"

"See?! It's her! Answer her, tell her you tripped on the chiclet or something."

Keefer tried to hold it in, but busted out laughing anyway. Sheridan stared wide-eyed at her lover.

"Bralette," Keefer squeaked out as she laughed, "I tripped on a bralette!"

Sheridan snorted loudly before she fell into a fit of hysterics, too.

"Excuse me, but is there more than one person in the fitting room?"

The horror in the disembodied voice only made them laugh harder.

"I'm getting the manager!"

They heard the woman walk away in a huff and laughed even louder.

"You should see her, Keef, she looks like she sucked on a pickle." Sheridan imitated the saleswoman's pinched face of disapproval. "She's so stuck up and anal, her legs are probably sewed shut at the knee."

"Probably runs naked through the store with a thong tied around her head after hours," Keefer added through fits of laughter.

By the time the woman came back and opened the locked door with a key, Sheridan was laying on her back, wearing the bralette, her legs in the air holding her sides from the laughter. Keefer was on her knees, the G-string on her head and her hands between her legs holding herself. "Stop! I'm gonna pee!" she declared through hysterics.

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Sheridan sat on the bench, surrounded by husbands and boyfriends, clutching the bags and staring at her feet. A red-faced Keefer approached rapidly, her long legs eating up ground in an attempt to get as far away from the store as fast as she could without running. Sheridan winced when she saw her lover's shoes standing in front of her. "You can't blame that all on me, you know," she said with a pout.

"I've never been so embarrassed in my life!" Keefer said, thrusting the bag she was holding at her lover.

Sheridan looked into the bag. She felt guilty when she saw her bra in three different colors. Even after being totally mortified, she still got me my bras. "Heh, I see you bought the pink outfit."

"They made me buy the pink outfit," Keefer growled, walking quickly towards the exit. Sheridan practically ran in order to keep up.

"Made you?"

"Yes. Even after I convinced them I didn't actually pee in it," she replied, tight-lipped.

Sheridan groaned. She knew that this was one of those situations where she was going to have to take full responsibility, even if she wasn't the only one to blame. People like Keefer don't get kicked out of classy lingerie stores. Crap. "I'm sorry."

"Sheridan, that was my favorite underwear store! I'll never be able to show my face in there again. Do you know how awful it was to be escorted to the desk by a security guard?" she asked, opening the door to the parking garage.

Sheridan smiled guiltily. She knew she should not tell Keefer she knew what it felt like, so she simply smiled and looked penitent. "I love you, Keef."

Blue eyes narrowed and glared.

Okay, not a good time to pull out that one. Green eyes scanned the area for an errant flower salesman. "Hey, let's go to that really cool Italian seafood restaurant that you like so much. I'll buy you dinner and you can have wine."

Keefer's glare softened. "Can I get lobster?"

"Absolutely," the blonde nodded rapidly, throwing the bags in the trunk of her car.

Keefer smiled. "Okay."

Sheridan sighed mightily. Phew! Pulled that out of the fire.

Keefer slid into the passenger side and put on her seatbelt. "You know, she really did look like she sucked on a pickle."

part 43

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