Frowning, Samson stared quizzically between the two ladies. Something wasn't right, he probably thought. However, he seemed to have absolutely no idea on what was going on.
"Well, too bad. I'd love to continue chatting but we need to go home." Sasha stood up, fixing the big, black shirt she was wearing. She liked it because it hid her growing bump pretty well.
"Home?" Claire flushed.
"Yeah, that's what I said." Sasha huffed a small laugh, imagining the ideas lurching in Claire's mind as though she lived in it. Perhaps Samson had become her lover in the her psyche. How silly!
"Sure, that's no problem with me." Claire smiled. "We can always finish where we stopped, Sasha. Good evening to you both."
Where they stopped? What was the meaning of that? Sasha was alerted.
"Good evening to
