Epilogue
Of the many adventures they had, the one that Bonnie was most fond of what when Sandy trapped Crissy in the bedroom of their hotel in Spain.
They'd been traveling for days, and Bonnie said she needed some time to get away, to commune with herself by the ocean.
Sandy had a certain look in her eyes.
"I understand." she said, and took Crissy by the hand. " I'll take Crissy back to the hotel and we'll clean up, and make a nice dinner for you when you get back."
Crissy was about to protest, to say that she didn't really want to be involved with anything so domestic as cooking and cleaning, in the few days they were going to be in Spain, but there was something about the way Sandy took her by the hand, there was a certain look in her eyes which said that she'd better obey what the woman wanted her to do.
"All right," Crissy said, and they were off and gone.
Bonnie stretched out on the beach, and let her mind kind of slip away, as she felt the heat of the sun beat down on her.
It was altogether relaxing and becalming for him, which unfortunately for Crissy, wasn't to be the same situation.
As soon as they got back to the hotel, Sandy forced Crissy to drink something.
"I'm not really thirsty," Crissy said.
"I don't care," Sandy said, "Drink this anyway."
Crissy shrugged her shoulders and began to drink the stuff. She thought it was just a soda, that Sandy was trying to be friendly.
But she didn't really know Sandy all that well. She really didn't know her any more than the few times she'd seen her dance, and the couple of times she'd seen her fuck Bonnie.
So maybe she was a little too trusting.