Chapter Four
It wasn’t the alarm that woke her that next morning, it was the telephone and it took her a moment to register that it was Sienna on the other end of the line.
“Can you do me a big favour this morning?”
“Sure, anything,” she replied.
“Pick me up? I must have left my parking lights on all night because I noticed they were on this morning when I looked out the window, and when I tried to start the car the battery was just about dead.”
“God, it must be contagious,” Linda giggled, “okay, I’ll grab a shower, see you soon.”
Her outfit that morning consisted of a pencil skirt fastened with black buttons she’d made some time ago and the pussybow blouse she’d worn that first time Sienna took her to work, it almost seemed frivolous. After all, gay women weren’t automatically attra
