When morning came, Christina woke up feeling refreshed. The attack in the restroom and the time spent in the police station seemed a distant memory, or something she had seen on TV, something that had happened to someone else. With a yawn, she stretched as she rolled onto her back, and her foot rubbed alongside the leg of someone else sharing her bed.
Angie.
Christina grinned. Now that part of the evening, she remembered. Though Angie had claimed she’d never been with a woman before, Christina found it hard to believe. Angie knew just where to touch Christina to bring her to release again and again. By the time they retired for the evening, Angie’s clothing was strewn on the living room floor, and Christina’s towel was draped over the back of the couch, forgotten in the heat of the momen
