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into my bed! She slipped off her clothes, laying them on a chair and walked into the master bathroom to brush her teeth. Standing there naked before the mirror, she checked out her reflection. She longed for a woman to touch her, to kiss her. She admired the firm muscles in her arms and the red and blue starburst tattoos that ran down the length of them. She knew she was a desirable woman, but did Cece Myers find her to be? Good question. Why didn't Cece make a move on her? Was she seeing someone?
    A thousand and one questions still kept running through her mind as she climbed into bed. She preferred to sleep naked, as she loved the feel of the soft sheets against her body. She had been that way since she was a teenager. She just felt free with her nudity. She longed to feel her naked body against another woman's. The very thought of snuggling up in bed with Cece Myers made her heart race. Be patient, Shannon. It could happen yet. She secretly hoped that Cece would ascend the stairs and climb under the covers naked with her.
    As the morning rays of sunshine pierced between the curtains, she realized that Cece wasn't in her bed. Darn! She got up and grabbed a towel for her morning shower. After warming the water, she stepped inside. As the soothing water cascaded over her breasts, she thought about how wonderful it would be if Cece opened the door to the shower and stepped inside to join her. What a pleasant morning thought. Have patience, Shannon, last night was your first official date with the woman. Give her time to get to know you.
    She stepped out, toweled off and put a fresh pair of underwear on and slipped on a pair of jeans along with a red Ducati t-shirt. Then she made her way downstairs. To her surprise, Cece was already up and dressed. "Good morning, Cece. I hope you slept well?"
    "Oh, yes. You have a very comfortable sofa, lady."
    "Have you been up long?"
    "Oh, about an hour is all. I guess I'm so used to getting up for work early."
    "I know what you mean. Old habits die hard. Come on in the kitchen and I'll whip us up some breakfast."
    "Under one condition, you let me do the dishes. Deal?"
    "Deal." Shannon chuckled.
    Shannon got a carton of eggs and a couple slices of ham out of the refrigerator. After laying the ham slices in the frying pan, she put on a pot of coffee.
    "How do you like your coffee, Cece? God, I didn't even ask if you like coffee."
    "Oh, hell, yeah. I couldn't start my day without it. And to answer your question, strong and black."
    "Me, too. What are your plans for today?"
    "Well, I need to check my email to see if anybody else has volunteered to help out with the poker run and touch  base with them if they have. I still need to get a hold of Staci Walker, at Realm Of Caring , too. Then, if I have any extra time, I'm going to try and hunt down some parts for the Triumph."
    "Sounds like a busy schedule. You can check your email while you're here if you want."
    "Cool. I think I'll take you up on that."
    Shannon started frying the eggs and poured them both a cup of coffee and a glass of apple juice. It didn't take long until the hard cooked eggs were ready.
    "I suppose I should have asked you how you like your eggs instead of assuming you like them the way I do."
    "No. Not at all. I love them that way. Do you have some hot sauce by chance."
    "Yes, I do," Shannon said, grabbing a bottle of Frank's Red Hot out of the fridge. "Will this do?"
    "Perfect," Cece said, "My favorite."
    After enjoying a satisfying breakfast, Shannon brought her laptop into the kitchen so Cece could check her email.
    "Looks like a couple  more women have signed up for the poker run."
    "Great!" Shannon said.
    "No kidding. You usually have one or two that have a change of plans, so it's always good to get extra help."
    "Oh, by the way, has Kim signed up?"
    "No. Actually I haven't heard from her since we had our little talk on Sunday."

Chapter-5
What's Up With Kim?
     
    Kim Hall opened the door to her apartment in Denver,