Scarlett's Cove

"Could you at least smile and pretend that you're having a good time?" Arlene Taylor leaned over and whispered to her companion across the table. "It's only our first night here and people are already beginning to stare." The slightly morose expression on her friend's face faded to be replaced by the sought after smile. In the same quiet voice she answered her dinner partner. "I am enjoying myself." Jeanette Randolph replied. "I was just thinking how much this little trip is costing you." "That's right, costing me, not you." the 37 year old blonde quickly agreed. "I wanted you to come along and have a chance to unwind. Get a little crazy. Have some fun for a change." "I have fun." said the 34 year brunette. "Sitting at home night after night making up new lesson plans isn't what I'm talking about." Arlene said in a corrective tone. "That's why I wanted to get you away from all that." "Well that you certainly did." Jeanette finally agreed. It was something of an understatement. Actually, the small dinner table they were sitting at was in the near center of a large dinning hall. The hall was the main room of an 72 year old mansion that had housed four generations of her owners. The house itself was on the far edge of a tropical resort that could easily accommodated five hundred guests in delightful style.

Finally, the resort was situated on the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean island of San Cristobal, some three thousand miles from the two women's home in upstate New York. The resort was known world wide as Scarlett's Cove and it catered to small, select clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby Club Meds, its purpose was much the same. The one major difference was self evident as Jeanette again glanced around the large room. It was a resort for women only, specifically lesbian and bisexual women. This of course was no problem for either Jeanette or Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been aware of her preference for women since she was 16 years old. It was not however a preference she had ever been comfortable with expressing publicly. Even today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake couldn't escape the fear that someone would see her in such a place.

On the other hand, Arlene's attraction to her own sex had only developed rather recently. Up until two years ago, she had been married to a rather successful and influential member of the community. It was almost ten years into their marriage that she discovered that her husband had a long history of extra-marital encounters. When confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she didn't like it, well then she knew where the door was. Any real love for each other had faded half way through their marriage when it was evident that she wouldn't be assuring the Taylor Dynasty with an heir. Unable to turn to any of her so called friends who cared more about social standing than anything else, Arlene had drifted into an affair with a woman she met at the local health club. To her immense delight, she discovered that sleeping with another woman brought out in her a passion that was never evident in her relations with Collin or prior lovers. The affair hadn't lasted long, but it had changed the course of her life. After a few months, she had finally gotten the courage to seek a divorce from Collin.

Arlene realized all too well that despite his history of infidelity, Collin still held all the cards. If ever knowledge of her own lesbian affair came out in a court hearing, she could be left with nothing. It wasn't fair but it was the way it was. Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most considerate thing he'd ever done in the fourteen years they'd know each other. The 45 year old businessman suffered a massive coronary one Friday afternoon while humping one of his new 20 year old secretaries. While she never really wanted Collin dead, just out of her life, the now widowed woman was more than willing to take her freedom anyway she could. And if nothing else, she could take some small comfort knowing that Collin had left this life doing something that he enjoyed. Since neither had actually initiated divorce proceedings, Arlene had inherited the bulk of the Taylor Estate. It wasn't considered good manners in polite company to discuss just how large that estate was, but it turned out to be much more than Arlene knew. Secure in her financial future, she had set out to enjoy her life. At a charity function at the local high school, Arlene had rekindled an old friendship with Jeanette. They had been close friends during their last two years at Washington High, despite the difference in their ages.

Quickly reestablishing the confidences they once shared, Arlene had confessed her new sexual preference. She was greatly surprised when Jeanette responded that she'd been aware of the delights of lesbian sex since the days of their first friendship. In another reality, the two women might have now become lovers in a passionate but brief affair. But in the here and now, Jeanette was involved in a relationship now going into it's fourth year and not the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on the other hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and casual encounters. So the two women had become even closer friends instead. "I still can't get over this place." Jeanette said as she finished her panorama of the room. "Who ever came up with this place?" Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett's Cove until they switched planes in Jamaica and Arlene sprung it on her. Originally she'd thought they were going to Jamaica. "Take a look at the painting over on that wall." Arlene said in response as she pointed to a large portrait hanging over a fireplace. Jeanette followed her friend's direction until she focused on the image.

The young woman in the painting appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Long flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist was the first thing you noticed, framing a creamy white complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. The gown she wore was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her face. "That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy." Arlene said. "And this house and just about everything around it for twenty miles belongs to the McMurphy family. Back in the twenties, her grandfather came to the Caribbean to seek his fortune and like so many others, he found it. Unlike most of the families that established incredibly profitable enterprises on the islands, Sean McMurphy was a man of conscience. From the very beginning, he put part of every dollar he made here back into the island. He built the first hospital, then the school. His son continued the tradition, sending the best and the brightest of the island's young men and women off to colleges in the States. By the time most of the Caribbean Republics had degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40's and 50's, San Cristobal was the jewel in the lake with a healthy, well educated population." Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree in history yet had never heard of this island until yesterday. "That's just to give you a little broad background." Arlene continued. "The story of Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was born right here in this house. Her grandfather was so taken by her that first time he looked at his newborn heir that he immediately christened this cove - Scarlett's Cove. Back in those days, few people said no to Sean McMurphy." "But what's that got to do with this resort?" Jeanette inquired. "Patience, I'm getting to that." the older woman continued. "Michael McMurphy only had two other children, an older son, Sean Michael and a younger daughter, Mary. Sean died in combat during World War II, so Scarlett was now the oldest and heir apparent. By the early fifties, Scarlett had already attended some of the best schools in the world and took control of the day to day operations of the family business.

While it quickly became obvious that she had inherited both her father's and grandfather's business sense, it was also apparent that she had a spirit that really didn't fit into the somewhat conservative 1950's. Even more so, it was noticed more and more that she spent most of her time in the company of other young women and there was a definite lack of male companionship in her life. This wasn't for lack of offers, as you can see from that portrait she was a beauty. Rumors began to circulate, but not too loudly and definitely not within earshot of "Big Mike" McMurphy. A story went around that some cheap tabloid was going to do a story about Scarlett that all but called her a dyke in print. Legend has it that the owner of that magazine was visited late one night by some friend's of "Big Mike". No one really knows what really happened but the story never saw print and the company went out of business within six months. Scarlett continued to run the family business until the mid seventies when she suddenly turned control over to her two nephews, the sons of her sister, Mary and retired to the island. A year later she opened Scarlett's Cove. A place where women like her could come and be themselves for a week or two, away from a prying world." "That's incredible." Jeanette said. "She must've led one interesting life. " "Led?" Arlene asked. "Sweetheart, she still runs the place." Arlene didn't answer, she just turned her had back to the nearby portrait and took another long hard look.

Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly stopped when she saw a familiar face. It wasn't that she knew the woman personally, but her beautiful face was recognizable the world over - Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She again leaned over to Arlene and quietly pointed her out. "I know." she whispered back. "This is my third trip here and you'd be surprised who I've seen here. That's the beauty of it all, no one ever talks about this place." Arlene then recounted that last year a reporter from one of those supermarket tabloids had come to the island and had somehow gotten pictures of a senator's wife who was also here. The senator was planning a go for the presidency this year. All it took was a simple phone call to the editor of that magazine, who incidentally had also been a guest at one time, and the story simply disappeared. Arlene then delighted in pointing out two more celebrities that Jeanette had missed. One was C. K. Lane, another popular singer who was no surprise since she had long ago publicly declared her lesbianism. The second was a great surprise as Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the nationally known newsanchor. Jeanette never would have guessed. "Can I get you ladies anything else?" a sweet voice said from behind Jeanette.

"Some dessert, perhaps?" The schoolteacher turned about to find a young island woman standing at her shoulder. Richly tanned olive skin gave her a exotic look which was only added to by her long black hair. What set her apart from many of the woman here was that she was topless. All she wore was a piece of white material wrapped around her waist like a skirt. Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of the guests practiced it outside of the beaches. Jeanette couldn't help but admire the dark nipples only a few inches from her face. Arlene had explained to her that none of the employees were under any obligation to fraternize with the guests, but at the same time there were no rules against it if they wanted to. Money never entered the picture because none of the guests carried any and any employee that tried to solicit it was immediately fired. "No, not right now." Arlene said as she gave the young woman a broad smile. "Maybe later..... Mae." she added as she read the girl's name off the small plastic name clip she used to keep the makeshift skirt in place. Mae gave a similar smile in reply that suggested that dessert was definitely a possibility. "You're incorrigible." Jeanette noted with a laugh, ignoring the fact that she was looking at the young woman just as admirably. "This is true." Arlene smiled back. "So it's a good thing I don't have your job." "How so?" "Oh come on now." came Arlene's reply in a tone that was half serious. "Every day you have a class full of sweet young things hanging on your every word. Just by the law of averages, a few of them have to be interested in, how shall we put it, a little extracurricular exploration in alternate lifestyles. Don't tell me you haven't at least fantasized about it? Especially when the weather turns warm and so much clothing comes off." "I've learned to keep my personal and professional life separate." Jeanette said in a flat voice. "I think I've hit a nerve."

Arlene shot right back." Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black woman stepped to the small stage podium at the front of the hall and picked up the microphone. "If I can have your attention, Ladies." she began with a chipped British accent. "The auction is going to begin in about 15 minutes so if you could just finish up so the kitchen girls can clear the tables." The announcement brought a fresh murmur of voices across the room. There was obvious excitement in the air. Jeanette forgot her previous thought and instead asked Arlene what this was all about. "Well it's pretty simple." she began. "Ever see one of those charity bachelor or bachelorette auctions, you know where they auction off dates." Arlene nodded agreement. "Well, basically its the same thing. We don't carry money of course, but anyone who want to participate can and then settle up when they check out. The money goes to the college scholarship fund and it's all really a lot of fun." "You've done this before." Jeanette asked. "Last time I was here." came the reply with pride. "I went for $450, pretty impressive if I say so myself." "You never cease to amaze me." Jeanette said. "I never cease to amaze myself." came the reply. A small commotion at the large entrance to the hall suddenly drew everyone's attention.

At an unseen signal, two tall woman standing by the wide double door pulled them open. "If you were really fascinated by that story about Scarlett McMurphy, then here's your chance to meet her." Arlene said as she spotted a familiar procession. Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of women moved across the room. The crowd parted in front of them as they moved and to both women's delight their path would take them right by their table. About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was tall, 5'10", something that was impossible to judge in the painting. Her long red locks were long gone, replaced by short but full white hair that had been woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her stride was still that of a powerful, confident woman. Of course her body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year old of her portrait, but it still wasn't that of a 68 year old woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age she wouldn't have gone past mid-fifties. Round gold rimmed glasses framed bright green eyes that had lost none of the fire or intelligence of her younger days. It was only when they were a few feet apart that Jeanette realized that they were stopping at her table. "It's so good to see you again, Arlene dear." Scarlett said.

"You must find time to stop by my office tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss the new school." "Of course." Arlene replied. While aware that Arlene regularly spent a large portion of the fortune she's inherited on schools and such, she never knew her interest extended this far. At the moment, she was more interested in the two young women who accompanied Scarlett. Both wore outfits identical to the waitress from earlier and both were as amply endowed. What set them apart was that neither was a native. One was tall, blonde and blue eyed, the other Hispanic and brown skinned. Both appeared to be in their early twenties. Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade them to have fun and continued onto the stage. Once they were out of earshot Jeanette mentioned the two young women and asked of they were some sort of honor guard. "In a way," Arlene answered. "They're her bedmates for this week." "What?" "From what I understand, Scarlett's slept with two women a night since she was 30 years old. It's considered a great honor, I've heard the waiting list is almost six months long." As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their place on the stage, the auction began. The first contestant was a pretty young blonde in her twenties. She went quickly for $300 dollars.

Next up was an older woman who Jeanette guessed to be in her early 40's. The schoolteacher quietly remarked that the woman had a lot more guts than she did, getting up there in front of everyone like that. Surprisingly she went for only forty dollars less than the young blonde. As the next participant walked up to the stage, Jeanette jumped up in her seat. The resemblance was uncanny. It took both a second and third look for her to finally conclude that the Asian girl wasn't who she'd first thought she was. Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back and forth on the stage, Jeanette listened as the bidding went on. A bid of $200 was quickly replaced by one of $250 and that in turn by $300. The young woman was beautiful, there was no disputing that. In the brief time it took her to acknowledge that, the bidding had passed $350. If she had both the nerve and the money, Jeanette would tempted to bid on her. Then with a smile and a laugh, the young woman who's name the auctioneer had announced was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the small sarong she'd been wearing and now pranced in the nude. The bidding immediately shot to $500. Watching her little dance, Jeanette's mind began to wander to a time just a little less than a year ago and to the woman Keiko reminded her of so. "Emi, I'm home." Jeanette called out as she closed the apartment door behind her. "You wouldn't believe the stunt my class tried to pull on me today, it was old when I was a junior."

The sound of running water from the bathroom sink told her that it would be a minute or two before Emi was out. Picking up the mail from the small table by the door, she began to flip through it as she stepped into the small living room. "Bills, bills, junk mail." she mused as she dropped onto the well worn couch and tossed them onto the coffee table one by one. "Were does it all go?" she asked herself. Sometimes it seemed that they were just getting by. She made a decent salary as a teacher, especially since she'd gotten tenure and Emi was doing OK as a teaching assistant. She'd do even better once she finished up those last few credits she needed for her teaching certificate. Emi and Jeanette had been together for almost 5 years now and it had been with the 25 year old Japanese woman that she'd found contentment. It seemed like every day brought something new and exciting. "San Padre School District, San Padre, California. " she read off the return address of a long white envelope that was addressed to Emi. "I wonder what this was?" she mused as she looked into the empty envelope. The brunette didn't hear the soft footsteps of her roommate/lover as she came up behind her. She suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands on her breasts and she arced her head back to meet Emi's kiss.

The pressure of the younger woman's lips against her own was enough to bring a pleasing tingle between her legs. "Hi babe," she said as they broke the kiss. "Hi lover," Emi said as the short haired woman swung her body over the arm of the sofa and landed right on Jeanette's lap. "I missed you." Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing her tongue against Jeanette's. The kiss lasted a long time, followed by a second and third. "My you're in a playful mood." Jeanette grinned. "What's brought this on?" "I missed you that's all." Emi whispered into Jeanette's ear, kissing it as well. "And I've been wanting to give you something all afternoon." Emi again cupped Jeanette's firm breasts and squeezed them gently, massaging them. She could fell the large pink nipples begin to stiffen under the plain white bra her lover wore under her conservative school attire. She again kissed Jeanette lightly. "Nice." she asked. "Nice." Jeanette agreed.

Over the next half hour, Jeanette sat on one of the beach benches and listened to Elaine's tale. It was both the most incredible and at the same time tragic story she had ever heard. "After my first year at college, I came back to Arrow Lake to see you." Elaine continued. "All through high school I was certain that you had in interest in women, but I never had the nerve to find out. By the time I was 19 I'd found that nerve." Jeanette listened intently, it was like hearing a replay of her own life. I stopped by your house one day just before you got home and waited outside. When your car finally pulled up and you got out, I became certain about three things.

The first was that yes, you were a lesbian. The second was that the oriental girl you were with was your lover. And finally, the last thing was "why would I ever have thought that you or anyone else was ever going to be interested in a fat ugly girl like me." "Elaine, the first two were definitely true." Jeanette interjected. "But never the third was never, ever true. If I never realized your interest in me it was because of your age, never because of what you might have looked like." "Well, true or not, I believed it. Thankfully I turned that anger into a positive thing. I learned to spend as much time developing my body as I did my mind. Not a bad result, huh." "No, not a bad result at all." Jeanette said. "In fact, I think you're beautiful." "I've waited six years to hear you say that." Elaine said. "It was worth it." "So now what?' the older woman asked. "All of my life, I've been a great believer in the concept of divergence points. That you have certain points in your life where different elements come together and you can change your destiny. If I hadn't waited for you that afternoon and saw you and your lover, I wouldn't have started taking better care of my body. If I hadn't pulled over one night to help a couple of students stranded with a flat tire, I wouldn't have met John and Sally, my partners at Startech.

The key is to learn to recognize those turning points." "And can you?" "Not with certainly, but sometimes too many different things come together to just be a coincidence. I was already leaving the banquet hall when they called your name. When I heard it, I was intrigued enough to come back in to see who also had that name. I never expected it to actually be you. Then when I asked one of the waitresses about the woman you were with and found out that she was just your friend, I knew that I had an opportunity to again change destiny. The rest you know ." "Which leads us to where?" "Well, if nothing else, it finally gives me the opportunity to do this." Elaine said. With that, she pressed forward and kissed Jeanette on the lips, bringing with that kiss, a half dozen years of unrequited love. Elaine was prepared to have all it all end here, her hopes, her dreams, a thousand nights of fantasy.

All she wanted was this moment. The kiss was oh so very brief, but enough to give Jeanette the option of continuing or pulling away. When it ended, Elaine paused for a moment, then kissed her again. Sensing no resistance, Elaine slid her tongue between her lips and pressed it against Jeanette's. Excitement ripped through her as she felt the other woman's lips part to admit it. When their tongues met, a jolt of electricity passed between them. More kisses followed, alternating between quick soft kisses and long soulful ones. Their hands slid up and down each other's bodies, delighting with each others touch. Softly rubbing her hand against the moist mound between Jeanette's long legs, Elaine began to match the action of her fingers with that of her tongue. Soft expressions of delight began to issue from the older woman. Taking the quiet moans as encouragement, Elaine reached up with her other hand and undid the buttons of Jeanette's blouse. The small buttons quickly gave way, exposing the large pale pink breasts beneath. Jeanette sighed even louder as Elaine reached out and placed her hands against her melon sized mounds. The nipples were rock hard and the touch of her slender fingers sent shivers through the older woman's body. The younger woman experimentally ran her fingers back and forth across them, delighting in the sweet sounds emanating from her former teacher's throat. Elaine reached back and pulled at the small bow that held her bikini top in place. It instantly fell away, revealing firm round globes as deeply tanned as the rest of her body. It only took another touch to undo the clip that held the skirt. Even in the moonlight it was apparent that Elaine made a habit of sunbathing totally nude. Elaine looked into her mentor's eyes, quickly loosing herself in their deepness. She couldn't resist kissing Jeanette one more time. While their tongues slide back and forth, Elaine cupped Jeanette's breasts. Then she bent down and replaced her hands with her mouth. The caress of her warm mouth sent a string of encouragement running from Jeanette's lips. Her speech was so low that Elaine couldn't understand everything she was saying. The tone however, was unmistakable. That and the slight pressure against Elaine's head as she was again guided to the hard dark pink nipples.

Elaine nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her tongue in circles around the wide areola. Then she began a slow journey downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of her tongue as it moved down Jeanette's stomach and across her belly button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious prize below. Her fingers griped the elastic of Jeanette's shorts and pulled them around her ankles. Without conscious thought, Jeanette stepped out of them. Reaching the now thoroughly saturated panties, Elaine took a moment to relish the aroma. An aroma she imagined on countless lonely nights. She kissed each thigh, again and again, before moving on to her prize. Her fingers slid under the sides of the plain white pants, gliding across the priceless pearl with a gentle reverence. She kissed the object of her desire though the thin wet material, then slowly eased off Jeanette's panties. It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a long loving caress. She could feel Jeanette's body react to each stroke as she ran her tongue across her clit over and over. Jeanette began to buckle and spasm as Elaine increased the intensity of her tongue's attack. She slid her free hand down between her own legs and slid first one, then two and finally three fingers within herself. She quickly matched the tempo of her fingers to that of her tongue. Sweat ran down the older woman's body as she shook with each new ecstatic jolt. She could feel the rising crest within her and knew that her first orgasm in so many months was near. Elaine darted her tongue in and out of Jeanette's tunnel of love, causing the waves of pleasure cascading up and down the older woman's body to double.

The harder Elaine moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated Faster and faster the waves washed over Jeanette, each bringing her closer to an explosion . Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to delay the fire within her so that she could enjoy each second. With a yell, the history teacher climaxed as she hadn't since that last night with Emi. Her body shook for endless seconds as she took in every aspect of her rapture. Elaine followed with her own much smaller orgasm seconds later as her fingers covered with her wetness. A much softer cry on her lips. "Oh my dear God." Jeanette panted as she collapsed against Elaine's kneeing form. "I've missed that so much." What she didn't say as she hugged the younger woman was that it was the fulfillment of her most forbidden sexual fantasy. That of having a sexual encounter with one of her students. Arlene had been so close to the mark earlier that evening it had scared her. She was afraid to even talk about her fantasy. Both women collapsed to the ground, entangled in each others arms. Silently they laid there, caressing and kissing each other's body. Finally, after what seemed an immeasurable span, Jeanette lifted herself on top of Elaine and softly whispered. "My turn." She hoped Elaine would forgive her for ignoring her beautiful breasts, but she would make it up to her later. All she wanted at this moment was to loose herself in the fragrant scent of her womanhood. Elaine seemed to sense this and reached down with her own hands and spread her pussy lips apart. Without hesitation, Jeanette dove in. She lapped at the young and sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Elaine. Then she brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through Elaine's shaking body. Jeanette ran her tongue against Elaine's clit again and again, striking it with a feverish feeling that made her once forbidden lover feverish too. Feverish with desire for more from this talented woman's tongue. . Jeanette knew she was driving the tanned girl insane with orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied Elaine as she sucked.

Her protege was feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the sand. Then in a burst of fire, Elaine began to come with sighs and squeals. As she came she took her hands off her tits and put them on the back of Jeanette's dark hair, pressing her head deep into her pussy, telling her dream lover not to stop until she had come with all her fury. And come she did. With an orgasmic fury that superseded Jeanette's explosion of only a short time before. Never have she reached such a plateau with any previous lover. Not even in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would be this wonderful. Where Jeanette had shouted to the stars, Elaine simply moaned in quiet satisfaction, the tone of her voice not reflective of the bodyquake assaulting her. Behind her closed eyes, bursts of starlight blotted out the heavens. As the ripples of passion began to fade, her only fear was that it would never again been this good. "Are you all right?" Jeanette finally asked when the young woman failed to move after a few minutes. "I have never felt so right." Elaine said as she lifted herself up into a sitting position. "I thought we were going to talk about this." Jeanette said as she pulled up along her. "I seem to remember you telling me once that actions speak louder than words." Elaine replied. "And if I really wanted something, I should reach out and grab it." "I always knew my big mouth would get me in trouble some day." the teacher grinned. "I hope we have this much trouble every night." Elaine added.

"We have six more nights here." The statement hit Jeanette like a brick. The last few hours she had been living in a fantasy world. She didn't have Arlene's passion for casual flings. The thought that this had been one of them now troubled her. "And then we go back to our lives." Jeanette said, a touch of sadness in her voice. "I guess so, but you never know what the future will bring." Elaine responded. "If you say so." Jeanette said, her elation already started to pale in the light of reality. "Remember what I said before, that I was a real believer about divergence points and how some things just seem to fall in place." "Yes." Jeanette answered, feeling more let down with each passing moment. "Well you might have noticed that new building they've been putting up about a half mile from your apartment complex in Arrow Lake, the one by Lake Drive." "I've driven past it." the now confused woman replied. "Well I guess you've never looked at the sign in front." Jeanette just looked more confused. "Future home of Startech" Elaine smiled. "I made the decision to move back home months ago. See what I mean about things coming together at the right place and the right time." "I....I don't know what to say." Jeanette said, her face lighting up once more. "Well, even after the building opens next month, I still have to find a place to sleep. Think you can help me with that?" "I think that together we could come up with something.' Jeanette beamed, suddenly feeling a warm glow fill her heart - a glow too long absent." "Good, now that we've got that settled, shut up and kiss me. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for." And in that moment, the student became the teacher, and the teacher the student.