"I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of ordering already," Sharon said after she'd let Joyce in. "I figured we should get a jump on room service so we're not eating sometime late this evening."
"That's fine," Joyce replied, "I'm sure whatever you ordered will be great."
Joyce took a moment to walk around the suite and take it all in. It certainly was a lot more impressive than her room and she said so.
"Well that's only because I was able to write off some of the cost as a business deduction," Sharon explained as she opened one of the bottles of wine she'd had them bring up when she'd ordered dinner. "I had a meeting with my East Coast distributor yesterday before the wedding, so that makes the IRS happy."
"It must be nice to run your own business," Joyce said as she took a glass of wine that Sharon poured for her.
"It does have its advantages," Sharon said, pouring her own glass. "It gives you a chance to do the things you want to do."
"Why don't we have a toast?" Joyce asked.
"Great idea, what shall we drink to?"
"Well I think we drank to the kids enough yesterday."
"Then to us, to new friends," Sharon said as she raised her glass.
"To new friends," Joyce repeated, bringing her own glass to touch Sharon's.
They each downed half the glass and Sharon refilled both.
By the time dinner arrived, they were on the second bottle. When the plates were clear, a third had already been opened.
"I think we'd better slow down with this before we get into a dangerous area," Sharon said as she put the cork back in the bottle.
"What dangerous area?" Joyce asked.
"Remember at lunch when I said that when I get a little toasted I cut loose in a different way?"
"Yes."
"Well let's just say that would be even more inappropriate now than at the wedding."
"I don't get it."
"I used to have a girlfriend that lived by the theory that every woman is only a few drinks away from a lesbian encounter, the key is figuring out what number that is," Sharon tried to explain.
"And have you found that this to be true?" Joyce asked, taking another drink from her glass.
"Sometimes."
"But you wouldn't want it to happen with me, is that what you're saying?"
"I'm just saying that if something were to happen, it might make things difficult."
"Why difficult?"
"Because some women tend to regret it later."
"Is it that I'm not your type?" Joyce asked, ignoring the last comment. "I'm just curious."
"No, the problem is you're exactly my type," Sharon admitted, "and I'm afraid that if I had a few more drinks I might not be thinking too rationally."
"Do you know what I was thinking just a little while ago?"
"No, but I'm guessing you're about to tell me."
"I was thinking that it if you were a guy, I'd probably have you in bed by now and the hell what anyone else thinks."
"But what about the children?" Sharon asked, putting her finger on the heart of the problem.
"Fuck the children!" Joyce said with a laugh.
"As interesting a concept as that might be to some people," Sharon said as she found herself taking a few steps closer to Joyce, taking the glass from her hand and putting both of them on the table, "I think that I would really rather fuck you."
Their lips met and a line was forever crossed.
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