Spice Rack  (Yenolla & Wishing For More)
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				Title: <strong>Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 09:27:13</strong>
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				"Culinary Arts - For Beginners"&nbsp; The sign read in big red block letters on the wooden door.&nbsp; Sara had found out about the course through a co-worker and thought it would be worth giving it a try.&nbsp; It wasn't like she had anything else to occupy her evenings with.&nbsp; Her hand pressed on the door and it opened into a room already buzzing with activity.&nbsp; Several stations were set up with bowls and pre-measured ingredients with happy looking men and women paired up and standing around, chatting, laughing and having a merry old time.<br><br>It made Sara want to gag.&nbsp; Sure, she was a tad bitter having been divorced twice already.&nbsp; Any and all attempts she made at dating seemed to fail miserably.&nbsp; She had come to the conclusion that she was completely and utterly incapable of maintaining a relationship.&nbsp; So how did that make her take a cooking class?&nbsp; Well, with all those free evenings she didn't want to be someone who just sat in front of the TV watching infomercials all night.&nbsp; She at least had enough self-respect to attempt to learn and try something creative.&nbsp; Besides, she'd always enjoyed cooking so why not get better at it?<br><br>With a soft sigh Sara walked to the back of the room and found an empty station.&nbsp; She hung her purse on the chair behind her and sat down, patiently waiting for the class to start.&nbsp; Inside she was excited, but on the outside she looked shy and quiet.&nbsp; Rather reserved and uncertain of herself.&nbsp; She put on the apron that was draped over the station so she wouldn't make a mess of her soft blue sweater and jeans.&nbsp; Sitting down on the stool, Sara folded her hands onto the lap and began looking over all the ingredients set before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 15:46:24</strong>
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				As a 25th birthday gift from her sister, Lisa Reilly had been given cooking lessons.&nbsp; Scratch that.&nbsp; She was told they were to be called "culinary arts" lessons.&nbsp; She had half a mind to drop the gift certificate and just go to the fitness center in her building - her usual method of .&nbsp; She sighed a long Irish sigh, then got out of her car and walked into the cooking school.&nbsp; She had hurried from work to get there, and still wore her office clothing.<br><br>She smoothed her black pencil skirt, checking her slim figure in the mirror as she entered.&nbsp; Her lime green blouse and a D&amp;G scarf completed her outfit.&nbsp; She ran a hand through her short, spiky brick red hair as her emerald green eyes searched the room.&nbsp; Since she was not currently in a relationship, she figured what the hell, she might learn something from this.&nbsp; As with everything she did, Lisa was a go getter, a hard charger, and always wanted to be the A student.<br><br>Seeing that most of the people were couples, she moved toward the back of the room and found a table with just one woman already seated there.&nbsp; She smiled and hung her purse on the chair, reaching a hand to the attractive woman and saying "Hello, I'm Lisa.&nbsp; It seems we're to be partners."&nbsp; As she took a folded apron from the table and put it on she quickly scanned the woman.&nbsp; She was quite pretty, and it was only as Lisa moved closer that she saw the lines on the woman's face and realized she was older than Lisa had thought her to be.&nbsp; Maybe 30-ish, but still lovely.<br><br>"Have you done this before?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 06:59:51</strong>
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				Sara smiled warmly, standing as the woman introduced herself and shook her hand.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you Lisa.&nbsp; I'm Sara. Yeah it looks like we'll be partners."&nbsp; Sara let out a nervous chuckle and sat back down on her stool, sneaking a side-ways glance at the younger, attractive woman.<br><br><em>She looks so stylish.&nbsp; If only I could have ten years back and there was an actual point for me to look like that again.</em><br><br>"I love your blouse, it looks just gorgeous on you."&nbsp; Sara was bit shy but she at least tried to make conversation.&nbsp; She was glad that she was cooking with another woman at least.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was another man around.&nbsp; She was sick and tired of men and their stupid, controlling games.&nbsp; She just wanted to push them out of her life completely.<br><br>"No I haven't" Sara replied, shaking her head.&nbsp; "I mean, I'm not a bad cook, I've just never taken a cooking course before.&nbsp; But hey, there's a first time for everything right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 17:04:31</strong>
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				When Sara stood up to shake Lisa's hand, Lisa held it the whole time Sara spoke to her.&nbsp; Finally letting go of her hand she smiled at Sara and said "Yes, I hope so, and look forward to it."&nbsp; She noticed the glances from the older woman and smiled to herself.<br><br><em>Lisa thought that Sara looked even more attractive than she had thought.&nbsp; She thought Sara had certainly been married one or more times, but her shyness seemed to come from being put down a lot, maybe even battered, the poor thing.</em><br><br>"Thanks," Lisa said, "I splurged on it.&nbsp; I like your sweater as well.&nbsp; I love the color, and looks so soft," she continued as she leaned and softly stroked her hand over it, being careful to just graze above her breast.&nbsp; "I'll bet you splurged or got it on sale, if you're like me!" she laughed, almost a giggle.<br><br>"I haven't either," Lisa said frowning a bit.&nbsp; Then she brightened up saying "I can cook a bit, but it's hard coming home and just cooking for one."&nbsp; "You're absolutely right, Sara!&nbsp; Ahh, but they're starting the program now.&nbsp; Can we get together for a glass of wine or a drink after we finish here?&nbsp; We really haven't gotten to know each other yet!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 21:26:50</strong>
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				<em>Wow her hands are soft.</em><br><br>Sara tried not to look down at her own hands.&nbsp; It depressed her, seeing the lines not only in her face but in her hands as well.&nbsp; She felt that her hands showed her age more than anything.<br><br><em>Years of working I suppose...</em><br><br>"Oh, well, yes."&nbsp; Sara looked down at her sweater watching as Lisa's hand brushed along her collar-bone.&nbsp; She almost jumped back as Lisa's fingers caused a slight shiver to run through Sara's body.&nbsp; Having not been touched for quite a long time, it surprised Sara, but she just figured that this fiery red-head probably had an outgoing personality.&nbsp; Besides, it was girl-talk.&nbsp; Sara relaxed and got excited, thinking of her recent shopping trip.&nbsp; "Oh yes it was definitely on sale.&nbsp; I'm never one to pay full price for anything.&nbsp; Though, I just fell in love with it when I tried it on, so who knows, I might have bought it anyways."&nbsp; Sara let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the side of her arm, feeling the softness of her own sweater against her palm.<br><br>She sat back down and faced the front, watching the instructor get everything prepared.&nbsp; It looked like they were almost ready.&nbsp; Sara lowered her voice a bit and tilted her head towards Lisa.&nbsp; "I know what you mean.&nbsp; I hate cooking for one, I always end up cooking a bit too much of the same thing over and over again.&nbsp; Wine?&nbsp; Sounds good.&nbsp; I think after this I might need one."&nbsp; She gave Lisa and grin and turned her attention over to the cooking instructor as the class started to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 17:47:02</strong>
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				Lisa noticed Sara's glance at her hands.&nbsp; She saw that Sara tried not to bring attention to her own hands.&nbsp; The same lines that Sara probably felt aged her, actually lent character to her face and hands.<br><br>Lisa smiled to herself when she saw Sara's little shiver.&nbsp; She was already feeling drawn to the older woman. and looked forward to having a glass or two of wine with her.&nbsp; It was apparent to her that Sara was, while dressed rather well and with good taste, not as well off as she was.&nbsp; "I can see how much you like it.&nbsp; I can't blame you at all.&nbsp; It feels rather lush and expensive.&nbsp; I love looking for sales but often find that it's true that you get what you pay for.&nbsp; I'm afraid I'm a sucker for expensive items that are priced high and really aren't a bargain when they go on sale.&nbsp; Thank God I have a trust fund!" she laughed softly.&nbsp; "My grandparents had only one grandchild, so I'm lucky enough to have more than just my paycheck to play with," she said with a soft smile.&nbsp; "I miss them a lot!" she sighed.<br><br>She shook her said and said "Sorry about that.&nbsp; Let's get down to the business at hand," she smiled, pulling her chair around and sitting next to Sara.&nbsp; "I'm really looking forward to that wine and some girl talk.&nbsp; I'm the only gal in the office, and sports talk doesn't excite me very much," she whispered.&nbsp; "Woops, here we go." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 02:10:29</strong>
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				Sara nodded faintly and listened to Lisa talk about her trust fund.&nbsp; In truth, it made Sara a little jealous to see such a young and attractive woman with so much ahead of her.<br><br>"I can tell by looking at your scarf.&nbsp; Dolce and Gabbana right?&nbsp; It's beautiful.&nbsp; May I?"&nbsp; Sara reached her hand and touched the scarf with the tips of her fingers, just barely grazing Lisa's neck.&nbsp; It was soft and silky, she could tell it was very high quality, something she could never afford.&nbsp; "Well good for you.&nbsp; It's nice that your grandparents left you something.&nbsp; You're still young, you should be able to live and be adventurous and all those wonderful things."<br><br>Sara smiled at Lisa, sincerely happy for her, yet there was a hint of her own regret in her eyes.&nbsp; She wished that when she was Lisa's age she had spent her life differently, like finding a career, buying expensive clothes, looking great, actually living a little and being crazy!&nbsp; Instead, Sara married quickly out of college to her sweetheart only to find out he was sleeping with an attractive co-worker.&nbsp; It was then that she ran into the arms of the first man who swept her off her feet.&nbsp; He was charming, good-looking and successful, but he was also abusive and controlling behind closed doors.&nbsp; Finally when she had enough strength to leave, she started completely over with little more than a some savings, her belongings, a black eye and a crushed spirit.&nbsp; But to Sara's credit she did build herself up as best she could, starting her own small business.&nbsp; Sure it was only a small flower shop and it barely paid the bills, but it was something she loved and kept her busy enough to forget how lonely she was.<br><br>"You know, I'm really looking forward to a nice drink as well.&nbsp; I think it would be good for us to get to know each other.&nbsp; I mean, we are going to be cooking partners for the next several weeks afterall."&nbsp; A little bit of light made its way back into Sara's eyes.&nbsp; "So you work in sports and you're the only woman?&nbsp; That must be interesting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 18:29:22</strong>
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				"Yes it is," Lisa said, "you have a sharp eye."&nbsp; She felt her face flush as Sara's fingertips lightly stroked her neck.&nbsp; Nodding, she said, "I like to travel when I can, but I do try to stay grounded in reality.&nbsp; I work, but even though I make my own hours, I enjoy being productive.&nbsp; I can't imagine not working, but I do like to relax on vacations.&nbsp; Working at the travel agency allows me to get some great deals on tours and cruises.&nbsp; I do some long weekends that are almost free when new resorts open up.&nbsp; If you can get a four or five day vacation, I'd be happy to let you come along as my guest.&nbsp; It's virtually free, including the food service.&nbsp; We would only have to pay for our drinks.&nbsp; Don't say anything now, we have to cook!" she laughed, "But think about it."<br><br>She hoped that Sara wasn't put off at how lucky Lisa had been in her life so far.<br><br>Lisa laughed and said "No, I don't work in sports, the guys just always talk about them.&nbsp; I'm in travel.&nbsp; I'd kill myself if I had to work in sports.&nbsp; It's a family agency, all guys.&nbsp; They brought me on board as the token female, but they're alright."&nbsp; Mixing the ingredients as the directions were given, Lisa found that she liked working with Sara and was looking forward to the remaining weeks.&nbsp; As they finished their dish they were both proud as the instructor said they had done an excellent job.<br><br>Lisa smiled at Sara and said "Let's get that drink now to celebrate." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 01:52:36</strong>
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				Sara gave Lisa a smile that did not reach her eyes.&nbsp; True she was happy for Lisa, but it seemed that each youthful happy person just reminded her of her own misfortune.<br><br><em>Okay Sara, it's time to let go of your little pity party and actually have some fun.</em> She decided in the silence of her mind.&nbsp; And fun they had.&nbsp; The cooking class went rather smoothly.&nbsp; It was a simple recipe that called for a little bit of skill, which Sara quickly picked up.&nbsp; An asparagus and ham keish.&nbsp; Surprisingly simple ingredients, Sara found the crust the most difficult, but it came out crispy and golden.&nbsp; A touch overcooked but nothing to dissuade from the taste.<br><br>"No bad, huh Lisa?"&nbsp; Sara smiled at her cooking partner.&nbsp; They made quite a team.&nbsp; After giving her thanks to the instructor, Sara helped Lisa with cleaning up their station and turned to the attractive woman.&nbsp; "I think we deserve glass of wine or two.&nbsp; There's a classy bar on this block, just a few doors down.&nbsp; Shall we go there?"<br><br>Sara grabbed her purse and swung her jacket over her arm, ready to head out and enjoy the company of this new acquaintance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 16:52:05</strong>
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				Lisa saw the strange smile and realized she had probably been making the older woman uncomfortable.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was to seem to be showing off her successes.&nbsp; About then she sensed a change in Sara.<br><br>Sara appeared to have taken on the challenge of the cooking, and was doing most of the work.&nbsp; Lisa watched her and saw she was enjoying herself.&nbsp; As the dish was finished she said "Sara, that is wonderful!" and hugged her new friend close for a moment, happy for her.<br><br>After they cleaned up their table and thanked the instructor Lisa said "You're right, we do deserve a glass or two. And I vote for at least two!" she laughed, and as they left with their purses to go to the nearby bar they chatted about their success.<br><br>As they entered the bar Lisa said "Let's get a booth in the back, alright?&nbsp; That way we can chat without anyone interrupting us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 08:29:23</strong>
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				A little taken aback, but pleasantly surprised by the hug, Sara gave her new friend a squeeze and they were done with the class.<br><br>The bar was nice and modern, classy, with low lighting and soft music playing in the background.&nbsp; The two women sat down at the back of the bar, in a more secluded area, and Sara made herself comfortable in the soft leathery booth.&nbsp; It was nice having a little privacy for the two women to get to know each other.&nbsp; Sara ordered a white wine <em>Pinot Grigio</em> and let the first few sips really savour in her mouth.<br><br>"To us and our wonderful culinary skills.&nbsp; May we never starve, now that we know how to make keish."&nbsp; Sara raised her glass with a chuckle.&nbsp; "So Lisa, tell me more about yourself.&nbsp; You seem to have your whole life ahead of you.&nbsp; What do you want to do with it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 17:31:37</strong>
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				Lisa found that she enjoyed the hug with Sara.<br><br>The low lighting and soft music in the bar made the booth seem cozy, perhaps even romantic, she thought.&nbsp; It was perfect!&nbsp; She looked up when Sara ordered the wine and she said "I'll have the same, please," as the waiter poured the wine.&nbsp; She enjoyed the fresh crispness as she sipped it.&nbsp; "That's quite nice!" she said with a nod to Sara.<br><br>She laughed along with Sara as they toasted each other.&nbsp; Looking up she said "My parents are back in Michigan, so I'm on my own here, but I like it.&nbsp; I like my job, and the perks I get in traveling.&nbsp; I think that someday I might open my own travel agency."&nbsp; "How about you?" she asked, "What's your dream, Sara?"
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				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:50:56</strong>
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				Sara started to ease into the conversation and found herself really enjoying Lisa's company.&nbsp; Sure she was younger, but she brought a vibrancy to the table.&nbsp; She smiled as Lisa talked about her job and living here on her own.&nbsp; Sara smiled softly and shook her head when asked about her own dreams.<br><br>"I don't dream anymore."&nbsp; Sara said plainly.&nbsp; "I've given up on it.&nbsp; But, I work in a nice flower shop and it pays the bills so I can't complain.&nbsp; I just don't exactly dream up grandiose ideas of my life like I used to.&nbsp; I just know it won't happen."<br><br>Sara cleared her throat and looked down at her wine glass before taking another long sip.&nbsp; She really didn't want to sound like she was pitying herself, she just truly believed what she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 15:45:14</strong>
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				Lisa found herself really liking Sara, and they chatted companionably as they sipped their wine.&nbsp; She felt attracted to the older woman.&nbsp; She didn't have a lot of friends, being fairly new in town, and she was glad she had found someone she could talk to other than the lame guys at work.<br><br>She was surprised at the admission and felt a pang of sympathy for Sara.&nbsp; The she thought a moment and said, "Wait a second, Sara.&nbsp; You like what you're doing, and it pays the bills?"&nbsp; "That doesn't sound bad to me, but I hate to think you've quit wishing for more," she said, putting her hand on Sara's as she spoke.&nbsp; "You've got to have hope, girl!" she said squeezing Sara's hand.&nbsp; "Look, I have a certificate for two facials, and they have to be done together.&nbsp; I don't know anyone else, really, and it would be a shame to just let one go to waste.&nbsp; Would you meet me after work tomorrow at <em>Le Salon de Beaute</em> so we can go together?&nbsp; Pleas come with me," she asked.<br><br>Lisa watched her, waiting for her response as they both took sips of their wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 18:23:01</strong>
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				Sara shrugged and let out a sigh.&nbsp; Lisa really did seem like a good person and she enjoyed spending time with her.&nbsp; She was lively and energetic, with the perfect amount of class.&nbsp; Sara nodded softly, "I know, I know, it sounds like I'm feeling sorry for myself, but I'm not.&nbsp; It's just I'm thirty-five, no husband, no kids.&nbsp; But I'm not entirely unhappy, don't get me wrong, I love my work and I have a nice apartment, but I used to dream that I'd be living in that picture perfect house with shutters, a white picket fence and a tire-swing in the front yard for the kids.&nbsp; I don't have any of that and I guess I'm okay with it.&nbsp; I've just stopped fantasizing about what could be and instead I just try to enjoy what I have."<br><br>Sara looked down at her hand as Lisa slid hers over and squeezed it.&nbsp; She blinked as she felt a little bolt of electricity snake up her fingers.&nbsp; Smiling softly, she turned her palm over to match with Lisa's and she returned the squeeze.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; Sara quickly released her hand and grasped her wine glass, taking another sip.&nbsp; "I'd like that, it might be fun.&nbsp; And maybe afterwards we could practice our amazing culinary skills and try to duplicate that keish we made today!"&nbsp; Sara spoke with a chuckle as her smile reached her eyes and they got that sparkle that had been missing all evening.&nbsp; She felt good inside from making friends with Lisa.&nbsp; Sure she was younger, but she helped ignite that spark for life that had been snuffed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 21:00:47</strong>
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				Lisa listened carefully as Sara became more animated and talkative.&nbsp; She was enjoying herself with Sara.&nbsp; She said "No, no, you're not feeling sorry for yourself, hon.&nbsp; If you're okay with it, you're alright.&nbsp; But I can tell you, I look around for bargains, and another thing that keeps me going is the exercise room in my building.&nbsp; It's a positive way to get rid of stress and tone my body at the same time."<br><br>Lisa had felt the spark, the little jolt when their hands joined each other.&nbsp; She didn't know what to say about it, so just let it slide, but it made her even more curious about this older woman, and drawn to her even more.&nbsp; She was feeling more excited about her new friend all the time.&nbsp; She said "That's great!&nbsp; I'm really looking forward to it, and to spending some more time with you as well."&nbsp; As they finished their wine and left the bar, Lisa took Sara's arm and tucked it under her elbow as they walked to their cars.&nbsp; When they got to the parking lot Lisa hugged Sara close and said softly, "I'm very happy to have found my new friend."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spice Rack  (Yenolla &amp; Wishing For More)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yenolla</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 00:12:26</strong>
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				Spending time with Lisa and enjoying some wine was the perfect way to wind down the evening.&nbsp; Sara sometimes found it difficult to meet people she enjoyed spending time with so much, and inspite of the age difference, she really felt that there was something special about Lisa.&nbsp; She was drawn to her as well and was already looking forwards to the next day.<br><br>"This has been great, really great."&nbsp; She smiled at Lisa as they left the bar, linking arms with her new friend.&nbsp; She returned the hug, holding Lisa softly for a moment before breaking away.&nbsp; "Me too, I haven't had this much fun in a long time."&nbsp; Sara dug into her wallet and pulled out a card for her floral business.&nbsp; "Here, this has my work and cell number on it. Just give me a call when you get off work so we can get together for those facials.&nbsp; My apartment might be a good place for dinner afterward.&nbsp; I'll warn you though, I do have a cat, so I hope you aren't allergic."&nbsp; She gave her another genuine smile before heading home for the evening.
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