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tailed and I also just discovered our
phone has been tapped.”
    “Hmm. Why doesn’t that surprise me,
Miss C? Those old boys are scared. We both knew they’d be trying to
find dirt on you. They have been at the county clerk’s office going
over my past cases as well.”
    “Yes, you and I knew it would happen
but I’m worried for Grace.”
    Tamika chuckled, “It’s a good sign,
Chiara. It means we’ve got ‘em on the defensive. At least we know
what’s what. Why not take Grace away for a week or two to relax?
This is going to be a long, drawn-out thing, honey, so you might as
well get some R&R now.”
    “Yes. Tamika. I think that’s a good
idea. Sorry for the late call. You’re a gem.”
    “No problem, sweetie. I’m right here in
your corner. Don’t you worry now. Good night.”
    Chiara clicked off and went inside to
find Grace had already fallen asleep in their big four poster bed.
She quietly slipped under the covers and spooned in behind her to
hold the girl closer. Grace let out a small sigh in
response.

    C hiara made plans for a surprise trip to Tybee Island, where
she owned a beautiful little house on the beach. The island was
only a few minutes drive from Savannah, and she adored the place.
She felt that, as Tamika suggested, it would be the perfect place
for a get away while they waited for the trial date.
    The long wait had already begun to
take its toll on both women. Chiara tried to fill the days with
diversions but the delay had them tied up in knots. They both
wanted the whole thing settled for better or worse so that they
could get on with living.
    Lately, at night usually, they fought
over silly domestic things. They had screamed at one another over
things as stupid as whether the laundry had been picked up or whose
turn it was to go and get something for dinner.
    That very night, as they were both
standing in the kitchen trying to figure out dinner, Chiara
suddenly exploded in anger. Her buried tension bubbled up in
domestic disgust,
    “God, you’re so thoughtless, Grace.
You could have done some shopping. All you ever think about is
yourself. Why can you not just take care of something as simple as
dinner, huh? There’s nothing here in the fridge except some
three-day old pizza and there’s nothing to drink, God
damnit.”
    Chiara was not on edge alone. Her
outburst made Grace explode back. In answer she picked up a
miniature butter-churn that was on the counter top and threw it at
Chiara’s head, barely missing her.
    “What the hell?”
    Chiara was furious and as she turned
to throw a plate in response, Grace dodged away and ran down the
hall screaming. The plate shattered against the wall as Grace
yelled, “God damn you, Chiara. Don’t take this out on
me!”
    Chiara followed her into the bedroom.
Her outstretched hands moved toward the girl’s slender throat as if
she might choke her. Her flashing dark eyes penetrated Grace and
the girl quaked slightly in fear. Chiara stopped in mid-stride,
suddenly realizing that she was aroused by their argument or
perhaps aroused by Grace’s fear.
    “Get on the bed, Grace and don’t mess
about.”
    Grace was too scared to respond with
anything other than acquiescence. She too was becoming aroused by
the violence that had erupted between them. Beneath the violence, a
strong chord of desire was playing in her mind. As she sat on the
edge of the bed Chiara pushed Grace backward, hard, with no concern
over whether the girl liked it or wanted it.
    She yanked Grace’s shorts off and
spread her legs and with no preliminaries she sucked two fingers
wet and pushed them into Grace’s cunt.
    Grace grunted uncomfortably but her
eyes shifted to the familiar look of lust that Chiara knew so well
by then. Chiara pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy until it
began to make the popping sound she wanted to hear. The slapping,
popping, hitting sound of wetness on skin and fingers moving in and
out.
    Chiara became deeply aroused and
Grace’s head was