Firefly Glen These never-ending worries pulling on my sleeves

The answer was quick, but the qualifier came even quicker. Bridget smothered her smile in the other woman’s fur, then gave an affectionate ruffle to the fur behind her ear. When was her last date, one that actually counted? Pre-leaving home, she reckoned.

I’m a little rusty too. Starting with dinner is a good idea. It made the timing easier too, if neither of them needed to go far.

I was heading back to check on things at home, but I’ll be back this way in a couple of days. I’ll make sure you know when I’m there. She’d need to announce herself anyway, next time, since she wouldn’t have an escort to rely on.