Ava glanced over at Katrina.  The redhead seemed to be having second thoughts.  Then again, at least as it appeared to Ava, she would do anything Trent asked her.  Or told her.  She felt a pang of guilt for playing her games, for being crude, for looking forward as she was to fucking the life out of Trent.<br/><br/>When had she started looking forward to that?  And yet, somehow she had conjured up a mental image, and it had her more excited than she had been in a long time.  With Raiga, there was love, and sweetness, and a coming together of two people who wanted to please each other.  With Trent--or any other man--there would be no caring about the other person.  And that was making a small damp spot in her expensive silk panties.<br/><br/>Still, it wasn't going to happen at the expense of Katrina's feelings. Hell, she still had her own misgivings, but she suspected she was a lot less able to be hurt than the other woman.  On a whim, she reached across the table and took Katrina's hand in her own.  She was surprised how small and soft it was, how warm.<br/><br/>"Hey, if you're having any doubts, this doesn't happen.  No matter what<em>they</em>say." She found herself running her thumb reassuringly over the other woman's palm, looking directly into her eyes as though they were the only two at the table.  "OK?"