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And then they were kissing passionately and throughout it, Amy felt her soul connecting with Sally’s.

“Oh my god, I can’t take anymore!”

Amy and Sally both looked over at Ekaterina, who was slumped on the top of the display case, her head buried in her arms. Adilah started rubbing her back. She was sniffling also and produced a tissue from the pocket of her slacks with which she started dabbing at her eyes.

The ring Amy bought for Sally fit perfectly, but the one Sally bought for Amy needed to be sized down; however, Adilah made Hector—a middle-aged man who appeared from the back room when Adilah called out to him and who apparently took care of such things—stop whatever it was he was working on to take care of the sizing immediately.

“I want to see the two of you walk out of here with those rings on!” Adilah said.

And so, less than twenty minutes later, Amy and Sally were walking out of the jewelry shop—after tearful hugs with Adilah and Ekaterina—newly engaged and wearing the hardware to prove it.

Amy’s usually bare left hand felt strange with the addition of her engagement ring…

My engagement ring!

…but she knew she’d get used to it. Besides, someday another ring would be added to that same finger.

“So…what do you want to do now, fiancée?” Sally asked.

“Head back to the mall,” Amy answered quickly.

“Really?”

“Yes, please. I believe I promised you some sexy white lingerie…”

Epilogue

Eight months later

“Oh my god, we really have to go, baby!” Sally groaned. It was true. Malibu wasn’t exactly just up the street. If traffic was bad—and this was California, after all—it could take close to three hours to drive to Max’s new house.

But Amy did not seem too inclined to relinquish her current position: head between Sally’s legs, using the flat of her tongue to lick the flesh around Sally’s pussy, which was still recovering from another orgasm. As Amy’s tongue neared Sally’s buzzing clit, Sally flinched a little because the bud was so sensitive now. But Amy expertly avoided it.

“We should just…” Amy began, giving Sally’s wet sex a kiss “…take a helicopter…” another kiss. “We…” another kiss, this time just missing Sally’s clit “…can afford it.”

And then Sally felt herself being penetrated again by that magnificent tongue and she reached down to grab fistfuls of Amy’s hair, holding her fiancée’s head tight against her center which was starting to tell her that it wanted another release.

Yes…a helicopter…

They could afford it; there was no doubt about that.

Shortly after returning from Seattle (thankfully without any near-death drama on the airplane) Max had called Sally and told her that Netflix had contacted him. Well, technically, Netflix had contacted Jillian, wanting to meet Jillian to discuss creating a series based on the Gotham books, written by Jillian. At least, so they thought.

“You’re not about to suggest what I think you’re about suggest, are you?” Sally had asked.

“It could totally work!” Max insisted, and then explained. Sally would meet with the Netflix people and simply pretend to be the author of the books, just like she was already doing.

“Already doing?” Sally had exclaimed. “Max, I get recognized sometimes wherever lesbians happen to shop! A grocery store or when I’m buying shoes! I sign an autograph, I pose for a selfie with the person and that’s it! Now, you’re talking about meeting with movie executives!”

Max had assured her it would be a piece of cake. She’d have lunch with them, they’d suck up to her a bit and in the end she’d tell them she needed to consider it.

“Besides, there could be a lot of money involved, Sally. I spoke with my lawyer and she’s pretty sure that if we can get Jillian named as an executive producer on the show, the payday will easily reach seven figures. Twenty percent of which, might I remind you, would be yours.”

“She wants thirty!” Amy had jumped in, taking the phone away from Sally. She had been sitting right next to Sally on the sofa and had been able to follow the conversation.

“Fine,” Max had agreed. “But she signs nothing and lets me and Nora take care of all the negotiations behind the scenes.”

“Fine,” Amy had said, handing the phone back to Sally.