The ladies, most of whom were dressed like any other club goers, filed off into the ladies room in packs, emerging wearing little or nothing. A thong ...panty and heels, a string bikini and boots, or just shoes and a smile were the outfits of choice.Not to be outdone, Karen smiled at me and filed off to do her part. As she returned, her tight body was accented by the glimmering, wet-look black, tie side bikini and the six-inch platform heels she was wearing. Onto the dance floor we went, spending. It soon became obvious that, by some extraordinary stroke of luck, we had bumped into the only other lesbian couple in town. The wine flowed a little too freely and when I stood up the room started to feel a little fuzzy. I think Sandra was feeling pretty much the same as she linked her arm with mine when we got outside, and we supported each other as we walked along. There seemed to be an unspoken arrangement to go back to her place for a nightcap and I wasn’t in any state to argue. We walked. And I was shocked to see her husband there. He came smiling and said this is your day, enjoy.I was in shock. He made both of us stand and took a picture on her phone. And he left from there saying I might be a disturbance, so you people carry on. And he said Happy married life while leaving. She closed the door once he stepped out. She turned and walked to the kitchen and brought milk glass.She drank it half and handed over to me. I drank and her lips were filled with milk and I started to lick. ‘You’re going to come home, come to the funeral and then take your dad’s ashes along with your mum’s and scatter them together. That’s what he’d want.’ ‘Thanks Nona, I’ll do that. I’ll be back as soon as I can.’ ‘I’m here for you babe, you know that. Just don’t overdo it out there – be safe. And I’ll be waiting for you when you make port.’ ‘Thanks. I’ll be back in two days, maybe less if I can. I love you.’ ‘Love you too, babe.’ Her best friend for the last fifteen years replied. Wrapping her.