Author: Sailbad
Title: Dana and the Angel of Lost Girls - The Morning After
Part: 3 of 3
Universe: Life of Violett
Summary: The closing story of a pretty, young hermaphrodite woman 
with a wounded spirit who spends a fabulous morning in the arms of 
her first lesbian lover. Is it love? Dana's life will change for 
good. 
Keywords: FF, cons, rom, les, herm, tears, oral, squirt


Dana and the Angel of Lost Girls - The Morning After
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

Part 3 - The Morning After

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Dana had a wonderful dream.  She floated to her hometown on a soft 
cloud of purple flowers.  Her mother welcomed her home, brimming with 
pride.  When she arrived on her old familiar streets the entire town 
was there to greet her like an avenging hero.  They had a parade for 
her, she was treated like royalty and her beauty was roundly praised.  
There were humble apologies from everyone.  At the end of the parade a 
banquet was held in her honor.  It was hosted by a beautiful, auburn-
haired young woman of great renown and distinction.  Dana could not see 
her face but she knew who the young woman was.  

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She did not know what time it was, an increase in the drone of traffic 
and a trace of light glowing around the edge of the curtain told Dana 
it was early morning.  She felt two soft, fleshy pillows lightly 
dragging over her skin and then a pair of lips kissing her arm, her 
shoulder and her neck.  She smiled and opened her eyes to see a tussled 
halo of hair and two puffy eyes beaming down upon her.  “Good morning,” 
said Violett, kissing her tenderly.  

“Good morning,” answered Dana when their lips parted.  “Who’s been 
sleeping in my bed?”  A thrill like a summer breeze blew through her as 
the fond memory of last night's trist refreshed itself in her mind.  
She rolled onto her back and stretched.  She felt so invigorated and 
happy.  

“Do you like sex in the morning,” asked last night’s angel?  

“I don’t know,” replied Dana bemusedly.  “I suppose it’s never too late 
to learn.”  It would have been impossible to say no to those lips.  
Those lips were kissing her neck and shoulder again, working their way 
toward Dana’s tender breasts.  She smiled to herself, this woman had a 
way of really making her feel wanted, and that was so nice to wake up 
to.  She felt the tuft of Violett’s pubic area against her thigh.  
Violett was rubbing herself against her, priming herself for the 
approaching act.  Dana could feel the moistness of her lover’s 
anticipation smearing on her leg.  She swept her fingers through her 
own labia and found a matching ambition.  Her erection was stirring 
awake too, anxious for another taste of sweet Violett.  The rest of 
Dana’s body was not quite as alert.  She cradled her bedmate in her 
arms and passively let herself be made love to.  

Violett found her nipple and attached herself to it.  Meanwhile, she 
had straddled Dana’s thigh and was grinding herself with blind 
determination.  Dana lifted her knee to give her lover a better 
objective.  She heard soft, steady moans from her partner, rising in 
pitch to meet that pinnacle of delight.  Violett tensed and squealed 
through her body’s commotion.  Dana stroked her and kissed her head 
after it had passed its course.  Violett recovered and continued.  
Their lovemaking continued for over a half an hour, Violett exercised 
herself from one peak to the next while alternating attention on Dana’s 
nipples; Dana enjoying her own rub in a slow push against Violett’s 
hip.  

Dana was so contented to let her body be used for her lover’s pleasure.  
She could have gladly spent the entire morning watching her pet enjoy 
herself so shamelessly and affectionately.  After a particularly 
intense climax had wrought her, Violett rose up from Dana’s body.  She 
lay across Dana, to the side and lowered her head to Dana’ lap.  Dana 
felt kisses about her navel, hips and thighs.  She smiled as she felt 
an assault mounted teasingly toward her sex.  

Violett kissed her way to Dana’s vulva and then parted the lips with 
her tongue, delving through the puffy lips she went the length and then 
worked back and forth to tantalize the sensitive folds with her raspy 
lick.  When she had driven Dana to deep sighs, she finally turned her 
attention to the now achingly stiff erection which rose from the top of 
the narrow slit in a gentle arc toward Dana’s belly.  She drug her 
tongue over it in the same fashion, pushing Dana’s anticipation to the 
extreme before her lips passed over the tip and engulfed the member 
into her mouth’s silky embrace.  

Dana moaned loudly.  She was quickly brought to the precipice of 
ultimate pleasure just like she was brought the night before.  
Violett’s mouth was working a mastery on her precious little organ she 
found hard to believe.  That mouth was sliding up and down as the 
tongue swirled and flittered all about its length and tip.  Soft lips 
gripped the long, tender clitoris and her gentle suction drew the 
supple flesh snugly against her licking caress.  Just as quick as that, 
Dana felt her climax approaching.  Violett’s thumb entered her and 
pressed upon the roof of her vagina, Dana plunged over the edge.  She 
grunted, thrust up her hips, and her urethra spat out her ejaculation 
against Violett’s pressed palm.  Her body, still weak from her night’s 
sleep, twitched and shook.  Violett sucked hard on her until her crisis 
had fully passed and then released her and began kissing her length.  
That was Dana’s first early morning tryst and as the soothing afterglow 
spread through her she pondered making it a regular habit in her life.  

Violett rose and smiled wickedly.  She positioned herself on her knees 
straddling Dana’s hips.  Dana knew what they were about to engage in 
and placed her hands on Violett’s waist.  Violett lifted Dana’s still-
erect flesh and positioned it at her sex’s open gate.  She lowered 
herself on Dana, sank down to sit in Dana’s pelvis, and then gyrated to 
fully set their congress.  Dana spread her knees to afford unobstructed 
access.  They took each other by the hands and laced their fingers.  
For a long time they just smiled at each other.  

Violett began to move, astounding Dana with a motion that would make a 
belly dancer proud.  She moved only her hips and alternated between a 
rocking and a circular action.  The way she moved was causing Dana’s 
penis to be swirled around in soft, silky-smooth depths almost as 
stimulating as her mouth.  Violett’s eyes closed and she threw back her 
head.  She arched her back and pressed her pubic bone against Dana’s, 
her dance intensified and she moaned her pleasure.  

Dana lifted her head to watch their patches grind against each other.  
She admired the contrast between her red curls and her lover’s dark 
comb.  She noticed Violett’s breasts hanging in front of her, swaying 
enticingly.  She wrapped her arms around Violett’s back and pulled 
herself into the soft flesh.  She found a nipple with her mouth, 
sucking and tickling it with her tongue like had been done to hers.  
The effect on Violett was immediate.  Her groans became louder, her 
breathing quickened and her hips twisted and ground with a fierce 
urgency.  She was rising to some pinnacle higher than anything she had 
displayed the night before.  Suddenly, Dana felt every muscle in 
Violett’s body tense and harden under her soft skin.  “Oh, puss!” she 
exclaimed out loud and just froze, “Ohhh!”  Her voice fell off into a 
kind of wailing lament.  She remained straining above Dana for almost a 
minute before grunting and then collapsing atop her like a wet towel.  
Dana caught her and followed her down.  

Dana wondered if her partner was alright.  She reached for Violett’s 
hand lying by her face and clasped it.  She was relieved when the hand 
responded, laced her fingers and held tight.  Dana soothed and stroked 
her beautiful friend and contemplated the simple symbolism of two 
lover’s clasped hands. The minutes passed as the two reflected on their 
union.  

Dana needed to pee.  She carefully rolled Violett onto her back.  She 
brushed the hair from Violett’s face and then kissed her on each of her 
eyelids.  Violett smiled and said hoarsely, “’ couple more like that 
and I’ll be in a coma.”  

Dana kissed her again and said, “You rest, I gotta go tinkle.”  

“Don’t lose your way back,” she replied.  

Dana pulled the covers over her lover and slid out of bed.  In the 
bathroom she squat down on the toilet and assessed herself.  Her penis 
hung out before her vulva, swollen and distended from her extended rut, 
her labia were still puffed out from the remnants of her arousal.  With 
one hand she lifted the dangling clitoris out of the way and spread 
apart the stretched and bloated flaps to pee.  There was a bit of a 
sting that she always had when she urinated not long after an 
ejaculation.  It passed and she enjoyed her relief.  She reached over 
to the sink and turned on the hot water then tossed a washrag into the 
basin.  

Arising from her squat, she faced the mirror and looked at herself.  It 
was her familiar fresh morning face with no trace of shame or remorse, 
just a glint of seasoned wisdom gained from her newfound awareness.  
She took the rag from the sink, wrung it, and tended to her adventured 
sex.  She wiped away the dried remains of herself and Violett’s ardor.  
In the soothing warmth she found a new pride in her maligned genitals.  
They had rewarded her richly and in stark contrast to her past affairs, 
they had been welcomed and cherished by a doting lover.  Yes, she liked 
the woman she saw in the mirror.  

Returning to bed she found Violett curled up sound asleep.  Dana 
spooned with her and held her tight.  She mused what a nice girlfriend 
the witty and charming young miss would make.  She dozed off and on a 
bit and played with the happy thoughts in her mind.  

Invariably, her mind tended toward the sensual and the sensuous 
creature she held.  Her scent, the softness of her skin, her capacity 
for pleasure all drew Dana’s arousal.  She opened her eyes to find 
Violett asleep on her stomach.  She brought up her thigh and wrapped 
her leg over the sleeping woman’s upturned posterior.  She felt her 
erection swell, yearning for appeasement and when Dana pressed it to 
the yielding plush of Violett’s rump she fed that yearning.  She wanted 
Violett, again.  She rolled atop her partner and began to stroke 
Violett’s arms and shoulders, trying to stir her lover’s passion.  Her 
lips followed her caresses and made their way to Violett’s neck and 
cheek.  Violett stretched and giggled.  

“There she is,” she whispered into Violett’s ear.  “Let’s play.”  

“Nnmmh?” cooed Violett with a broad smile.  “You want some of this?  
Hmmn?  You wanna bump some fur?”  

Dana responded to Violett’s taunts with her kisses.  Her lover’s 
teasing remarks were tugging urgently on her desire.  “Time for some 
Angel food.”  

“Yeah?...  You want some fuck, don’t you?...  Gimme some tail,”  She lifted 
her butt, into Dana’s needful flesh.  “It’s yours, puss.”  

Dana welcomed the offering, pushing and bumping her hungry clitoris 
against the ample, soft cushion.  She wrapped her arms around Violett’s 
arms and craned her neck over Violett’s shoulder.  Violett lifted her 
head to meet the kiss.  The two held their twisted embrace and turned 
that kiss into a moment of passion that rivaled all of their 
encounters.  Dana spread her knees around Violett’s thighs to better 
enjoy her grind.  As they kissed that grind turned into a steady hump.  

Violett arched her back and lifted her butt higher, letting her lover 
use her.  Their lips met and broke, met and broke, smacking the sweet 
sound of consumed lover’s ardor.  As Dana humped and fucked against 
Violett her own secretions lubricated their contact and she soon found 
her engorged clitoris sliding in silky-smooth ecstasy.  The billowing 
cushion embraced her flesh while at the same time provided an ideal 
mount.  The soft skin between her thighs completed the sensation and 
Dana fell into such bliss she never wanted to end.  

“Oh, baby that’s good.  That’s... so... good,” Dana groaned between kisses.  

“It’s us, honey...  We’re good together,” breathed Violett.  “Take me, 
puss...  Make me yours...  Use me...  Love me.”  

Violett was the picture of passivity, holding her rump high in the air 
for her lover’s enjoyment and seeking nothing in return but her lover’s 
mounting delight.

Dana felt passion like she had never known simmering inside her.  She 
burned her kisses into Violett’s neck and shoulder, swimming in the 
tide of pliant flesh, sliding and bumping in ecstasy.  With it came a 
yearning, almost akin to love.  Could she?  Could she fall in love with 
this woman?  The offer was made, she gave herself to Dana.  She said 
she wanted Dana to take her, captivate her, conquer her, and bind her 
devotion.  Dana was deeply moved by the notion and she never wanted 
anything so much in her life.  

She pumped her tender organ into the soft flesh beneath her.  Violett’s 
creamy smooth skin pressed into the hollow of Dana’s hips and cushioned 
the embrace of Dana’s thighs.  Dana spread her knees wide and humped 
into the luxurious softness and never wanted it to end.  

The two worked together, pushing back and forth, teasing copulatory 
urges that were beyond either woman’s familiarity.  They sought no 
reward or singular goal, just the extension of their enraptured mood 
and their tongue-sucking kisses traded over Violett’s shoulder.  
Violett reached back with her hand to stroke and pull encouragingly at 
Dana’s hip.  

It went on for almost an hour as the two women skirted the edge of 
abandonment.  Violett took the plunge over the edge.  “Inside me,” she 
exerted and pushed her rump higher, arching her back, rising up on her 
knees, exposing her crotch to Dana’s pressing need.  Dana slid lower as 
Violett then reached between her legs and her fingers found Dana’s 
erection.  She pulled it toward her waiting cleft and parted her legs 
to receive it.  Violett was hungry for the intimacy of their union and 
for her reward, Dana would feed her.  

Dana curled her hips around Violett’s butt and thrust toward the wet, 
clasping prize.  Guided by Violett’s fingers she found herself again 
immersed in that warm, clinging embrace.  Dana reached around her 
lover’s waist for leverage, pressed herself in deep and held it.  The 
feeling of Violett’s cushy posterior pressed firmly against her girding 
hips gave an added sense of envelopment and Dana indulged herself in 
it.  She wanted to prolong that steady, rolling grind they had so 
enjoyed just before uniting and so she made her thrusting the same kind 
of slow, even push with an added twist of her hips which made her penis 
stir around in Violett’s womanhood.  She held herself up by her arms 
over Violett and enjoyed the view over her supine partner.  She admired 
the way her lover so freely offered herself and Dana seasoned her mind 
for thoroughly satisfactory sex.  

“Are you mine, honey?” Violett’s voice sank sultry and low.  “I’m 
yours, lovey.  It’s all for you.  Say you’re mine.”  

She felt soft flesh against her tummy, her pubis, her hips and between 
her thighs.  Swerving, curling, twisting, and grinding against the 
voluptuous cushion of Violett’s ample and welcoming back-side, Dana 
pressed her erection into the moist snugness and it responded by 
clutching on her tender member.  She wanted it to never end.  

“Give me, puss.  Give it to your baby.”  Violett’s voice now a low, 
raspy croak.  “Love me.  Love me.  Nmmmmmmmmmmm.”  

Dana thrust in deep and slow.  She felt a twitching movement through 
her entrenched penis and realized her partner was fiercely frigging 
herself to a matching gratification.  Both women were groaning and 
moaning in their separate ecstasies.  Dana was quickly discovering a 
mastery of her pleasure such that through concise control of her 
movements she could tease herself to the verge of orgasm and then 
prolong that sensation indefinitely.  She was loosing all track of time 
and determined, through Violett’s demeanor, she was lost in the same 
state of mind.  

Long into their consuming rapture, Dana felt trembling fingers creep 
across the underside of her delving penis and pleasure compounded 
itself to yet higher extremes.  While trying to cope with this, 
Violett’s finger hooked its way into Dana’s vagina and began stirring 
it.  She deftly found that wonderful spot on the roof of Dana’s vagina 
and pressed it delicately in a circular motion.  

The effect on Dana was rapid and powerful.  The orgasm she thought she 
would control leapt upon her before she could prepare.  A spastic 
torrent seized her and she bucked hard into her partner evoking a moan 
and then her thick, milky expulsion dribbled into Violett’s hand and 
her own tight, red curls.  “Oh... sweet baby,” she whispered as she 
lowered her head onto Violett’s shoulder.  Her cheek nestled in the 
soft, fragrant curls of Violett’s mane and she repeatedly bore her 
sucking kisses onto her lover’s shoulder.  Her pause was brief and she 
resumed her steady thrust and twist.  The climax wracked her but so 
intense was her level of arousal it made little impact on her focus.  

Dana dug her hand beneath her lover's hip, delving for her key to 
ecstasy and found it at the top of Violett's cleft.  Not really knowing 
the limits of another woman's clitoris she approached it carefully.  
Starting at its base, she pressed a finger on either side of the narrow 
ridge of flesh and worked it round in a circle, opposite the twist of 
her hips, and then moved her way toward the end.  She knew she had 
succeeded when moans rose from Violett in increasing volume.  

An orgasm had taken Violett, her shudder confirmed it.  Dana continued, 
playing the young temptress' pleasure as she cooed her way to another 
shaking crescendo.  She soon had Violett lapsed into the same daze of 
climactic rapture she had fallen into the preceding night.  

She found Dana’s other hand, resting by her head, and Violett pulled 
Dana’s thumb into mouth and began sucking it and twirling her tongue 
around it like she had treated Dana’s clitoris.  Underneath the two, 
the ejaculate spilled by Dana had been smeared and spread by both of 
their hands until a slick coating covered both of their pubic areas.  
Violett's moans came out long and regular, her responsiveness drew away 
but she kept her massaging finger gently stirring Dana's vagina, her 
rump held high and her crotch exposed to Dana's rolling lunges.  

Dana assumed the same detachment, resting all but her thrusting hips 
and cleverly digging fingers.  She focused on her own pleasure and 
enjoyed Violett's freely offered sexuality.  She let her finger probe 
back, down over Violett's slit to her vagina.  She felt her penis 
sliding over it and into Violett.  She marveled at the sensation and 
then followed her plunging member into the slick, snug hole.  She 
delighted in tickling her own clit as it fucked into her friend.  Yes, 
she loved that word now.  

Dana soon felt another of her own orgasms approaching and rather than 
negotiate it into a fitting opportunity, she let it come at its own 
pace.  Dana's hips spastically slammed tight against her lover and as 
electric joy surged through her every nerve she gushed another dose of 
her emissions over both women's busy hands.  Undaunted by the release, 
Dana sought what lie beyond it and continued her exertion against 
beautiful Violett's backside.  She returned her fingers to her lover's 
clitoris and then slowly abandoned her consciousness.  She eventually 
became lost in the steady drip-feed of pleasure.  She lapsed into the 
same state as Violett and began the same long, droning moans of absent 
delight.  On it went.  

Their struggle became weaker and weaker until either barely moved at 
all but they held their connection, Dana's penis lodged firmly in 
Violett's pussy and each of them lost deep in the recesses of her own 
bliss.  

The two absorbed lovers continued through the morning, pushing and 
straining against each other, writhing in their love dance, oblivious 
to the world.  Violett quaked through many small eruptions.  Dana’s 
next orgasm hit her like a convulsion, her ejaculate completely spent, 
came out a weak trickle.  

Following her final orgasm, Dana seemed to be lost in the throes of her 
lust and just shivered and convulsed on Violett’s back.  Alarmed, 
Violett rolled her off, knelt beside her and scooped her up in her 
arms.  “Dana?  Honey?  Sweetie, come out of it.”

Dana bolted upright, “What!  Wh-what!.”  

“Shhh shh.  It’s OK.  You’re alright.”  Violet held on to her and 
peppered her with kisses to calm her down.  

Slowly regaining her awareness, Dana rested her head on the softness of 
Violett’s breast and let her fright be soothed away.  The storm had 
passed.  She was a helpless lump of raw emotions.  Her exertions had 
left her in a daze that was too comfortable to disturb.  

Dana wanted to reach out from her silence but she was overwhelmed by a 
flurry of strange feelings about herself, her needs, and her perennial 
values.  It was a delirium of new and conflicting thoughts that swirled 
in her mind, clamoring for attention.  She stayed them off and let her 
mind drift in the sweet, languid absence.  She took note of each 
feeling and set them aside for later contemplation.  

In this instant she just wanted to relax in the soft comforting 
embrace.  It felt familiar to her.  It felt like the safety of her 
mother’s soothing hug.  Another new feeling popped into her awareness – 
shame.  What would her mother say about all this?  She pushed that away 
for later, with the other feelings.  The only feeling she felt like 
dealing with was gratitude.  She felt she really should be thanking 
Violett for all she had given her.  Yes, she must do that but to linger 
in this narcotic disconnection for just a while longer...  

She wrapped her arms around Violett’s waist and held her firmly.  She 
listened to the gentle thumping of her lover’s heart and tried to 
formulate in words the appreciation she needed to express.  Her 
ravenous erection slowly wilted in want of Violett’s body.  Her nipples 
softened from their alert yearning.  The couple’s relationship silently 
transformed as they each adjusted to new roles, the people they were 
outside this room.  

Violett seemed to understand Dana’s reticence.  It was not the time to 
push sensuality but rather to draw back to each other’s comfort zones.  
To make ready for the reemergence to the non-sexual world.  To, 
perhaps, resurrect their relationship beyond the bed, as two friends 
with a secret bond.  

The moment was priceless to both of them and they would have clung to 
it indefinitely but the phone burst in upon their peace with an angry 
ring.  Dana slowly rose and crawled over to answer it.  “Hello,” she 
said, weakly.  

“Yes.  This is the front desk,” came a nasally female voice.  “It is 
now 11 o’clock.  Check out time is noon.  Would you like to check out 
or will you be staying with us another night?”  

“No.  I’ll be checking out at noon,” answered Dana.  She felt awkwardly 
exposed, talking to this woman from the love-nest of another.  

“Alright then,” the oblivious woman replied.  “Shall I put this charge 
on your card?”  

“Yes, that will be fine.”  

“We hope you enjoyed your stay.  Please come again.”  

Dana just hung up the phone.  Her exciting adventure was over.  She 
felt like a kid at the end of a carnival ride.  And, embarrassingly, 
she had yet to absolve herself with Violett.  She knelt by the 
nightstand, in the same fuzzy-headed silence.  

“Come on, honey,” said Violett, sliding off the bed and standing in 
front of Dana.  “There’s time to get cleaned up.  Let me help you.”  
She reached around her shoulders and helped Dana to her feet.  It was 
not the lust filled embrace they shared the night before but a helpful 
one as Dana leaned against her friend to be guided to the bathroom.  

Violett turned on the water for the shower and tested it.  She took a 
towel from the rack, bent over and wrapped it around her hair and tied 
it into a quick knot.  She stood up and looked into Dana’s eyes.  Her 
smile was warm and understanding.  

Dana returned her smile and opened her mouth to speak.  ‘Tell her!  
Tell her she is the most wonderful being you have ever known!  Tell her 
you cannot thank her enough and you will never forget her!’  Dana’s 
mind screamed for her to say.  Nothing came out, she just smiled and 
stroked Violett’s cheek.  

Violett took hold of her elbow and assisted her to step into the tub, 
showing her more nurturing comfort than any lover ever had.  The warm 
water was a treat in itself and Dana retreated further into herself.  
She felt no ill will toward Violett, on the contrary, she felt warmth 
and companionship but she was becoming afraid her silence was giving 
the opposite impression.  They quietly shared their shower, took turns 
under the spray and washed away their passion’s residue.  Dana looked 
imploringly into Violett’s eyes trying to convey what she could not 
say.  Violett patted her on the cheek, smiled and nodded her head.  She 
seemed to comprehend Dana’s contemplative mood, like she had seen it 
before or had maybe felt it herself at some time.  

After their shower they dried off and then set about getting dressed.  
Dana had travelling clothes already laid out and her bags were packed.  
She placed her clothes from last night in the shopping bag and then got 
herself dressed.  

Violett’s chore was less complex.  She stuffed her stockings, garter 
belt and slip in her bag and then began dressing from the pile on the 
floor.  Dana watched her and slowly began to grasp what hitherto 
insurmountable barriers this modest heroine had knocked down for her.  
She wondered what Violett would go home to, what champion would rise 
for her causes.  She became very sad for her and felt like crying.  
That is when the dam burst and Dana finally spoke her gratitude.  She 
gathered Violett in her arms and gave her a warm hug.  

“Oh, Violett.  I... I...,”  she sobbed.  “Can I ever thank you enough?  
Last night meant so much to me.  You were so wonderful.  Thank you, 
thank you, thank you.”  Violett returned the embrace and they held each 
other like two long parted friends.  

“I’m so glad,” whispered Violett.  “You’re a wonderful young lady.  And 
if you can’t find a guy to figure that out, you can always count on 
me.”  

Dana pulled back to gauge her admission.  

Violett looked at her imploringly.  “Here,” she said.  She used the pen 
from the dresser and quickly jotted something down on the note pad 
before tearing off the sheet and handing it to Dana.  “Call me,” said 
Violett.  “Any time.  Even if you just want to talk.”  

Dana read the note.  It was her name - her whole name - with a phone 
number and an address.  It was a very unseemly gesture, especially for 
a professional.  Dana took it to mean genuine concern about her as a 
person, not just about sex.  

Violett handed her a tissue and kissed her cheek.  “I mean it,” she 
said, almost as if reading Dana’s mind.  “You’re a cherished part of me 
now.  I’ll always be here for you.”  She lifted Dana’s chin and looked 
her directly in her eyes.  “We had better say our goodbyes here,” 
whispered Violett.  “Outside is another world.”  

Dana finished drying her eyes and then threw her arms around Violett 
and hugged her tight.  Their embrace was long and silent, temple to 
temple; they gathered the last semblance of each others’ essence to 
commit to memory.  A clattering noise from parking lot jolted them from 
their observance.  They kissed again – not the lust crazed frenzy, but 
a sincere and respectful exchange of farewells.  They separated and 
picked up their things.  It was time to go.  

Dana was first out of the room with her bags and made directly for the 
trunk of her car.  Violett closed the door and followed.  After Dana 
had opened the trunk and placed her bags inside she turned to her 
friend to speak again of her special gratitude.  “I...,” she began but 
Violett turned her head and glanced to alert Dana of the cleaning woman 
pulling her cart up the walk.  Dana bit her lip in frustration.  
Violett gave her a smile and a wink then just slowly backed toward her 
car.  

That would have to do for a goodbye.  Dana closed her trunk and got 
into her car hoping she would not break down again.  She backed out of 
her spot and catching Violett’s face as she looked over her shoulder 
she brushed away a tear and waved solemnly to her Angel of Lost Girls.  

As she drove down the lot and to the street Dana glanced back in her 
rear view mirror.  Violett still stood there where she left her, in a 
wide, relaxed stance, watching Dana drive away.  Mascara smeared eyes.  
Her hair hung in a tussled muss about her head and shoulders.  Her 
blouse spilled out loosely around her waste and her skirt was a cascade 
of wrinkles.  Used and bedraggled as she was, she was still the most 
beautiful woman Dana had ever seen.  

A gap opened in traffic and Dana pulled out onto the street.  A short 
block later she was on the freeway.  She felt confident, validated, 
revitalized.  Maybe Violett had meant everything she said.  Maybe it 
wasn’t all just part of the show.  Maybe Dana possessed the charms to 
capture the wanton woman’s heart.  She knew she would come back some 
day soon to test her flesh against the pretty call-girl again.  She 
didn’t know where it would lead, but it was such a delightful notion to 
hold on to.  All she knew for certain was that she would arrive home a 
surer, wiser woman than when she left.  For now, that was priceless to 
her.  


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

  
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