Carrie waited, her heart hammering but Sheila didn't say anything else. Dammit! She wanted Sheila to say she was going to sleep with her, and that it was going to be magnificent or something equally literate and sexy.

They headed into the restaurant and took a seat. Sheila did order a pitcher of margaritas but she poured very little into her own glass and a lot into Carrie's. They began to chat as they perused the menu and Carrie found herself relaxing, really enjoying the company and the nice ...