Blessings In Disguise (lesbian)

(3) We'll Cross That Bridge When We Come To It

Juggling a grease stained paper bag filled with boxes of Chinese food and two 16-ounce bottles of chilled Coke in one arm, it took Dylan a minute to get the front door unlocked. As was usually the case when her girlfriend wasn't at work, she expected to find Celeste seated on the couch watching television or reading a magazine but the t.v. screen was blank and the living room undisturbed.

It was almost eleven o'clock, so maybe she had already gone to bed. Out of town the last couple of days because of a comic book signing her agent set up, Dylan wasn't supposed to return to San Francisco until tomorrow morning, but wanting to surprise Celeste she obtained an earlier flight. And despite the fact that she had probably eaten dinner already, she always had extra room for Chinese--her favorite food.

Depositing her aromatic loot in the kitchen, Dylan headed down the hall to her bedroom. The door ajar, she heard a noise--a moan. Celeste must have fallen asleep with the television on. Grinning, Dylan placed a palm on the door, beginning to push it further open. The following moans led her to believe that her girlfriend had been watching Cinemax or one of the 'special' DVD's Jimmy had supplied his cousin with.

Dylan's libido escaped into the abyss the moment her eyes landed on her bed. Her bed. They were sans clothing and having relations in her bed! Standing at the entrance of her bedroom door, Dylan was somewhere between revolted and completely revolted.

In television shows and movies, there were a variety of ways that people dealt with coming home and face to face with their partner's infidelity. Some simply turned around, left and pretended that they hadn't seen it for reasons only they may be aware of. Some confronted their cheating spouse right there, causing the immoral duo to frantically crawl out of the bed and scramble for their clothing as they tried to come up with a plausible reason for what they had just been caught doing, though none existed. Others drastically snapped doing something that would presumably have them introduced to a prison cell for a minimum of 5-10 years.

Too pissed to leave without them knowing and not pissed enough to risk being handcuffed and taken to jail, Dylan opted for the confrontation. Teeth unclenching, she opened her mouth. "Are we having fun, guys?"

Using the man four years her junior for a chair, Celeste hurriedly looked over her shoulder while the young man anxiously peered around her. "Shit...Dylan you weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow." Getting off of him, the strawberry-blonde stood up and searched the carpet for her panties, which were half concealed by the bed skirt.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting your screwing session. Should I leave my apartment and return in the morning when you and my brother are done? Or would you like some extra time? Will noon be enough?"

"Sis, it's not what it looked like," her brother shakily stated, pulling on his pants and briefs at the same time.

"Of course it wasn't. You were naked wrestling--a wonderful sport. How stupid do you think I am Reggie?" When Dylan took a step toward him, he jumped back knocking the lamp off the nightstand in the process. Twenty-five bucks down the drain. If required to she would terrify his unscrupulous ass into reimbursing her for breaking it.

"N--not stupid, Dyl." Identical blue eyes interlocked. "Look, it only happened a few--" A second later Reginald Tate Jr. found out what 'punch your lights out' truly meant when he slumped to the floor, dead to the world.

"You really think Robin could be Reggie's daughter?" Angela asked. Sharing a paper basket of chili cheese fries, they occupied a booth within the food courtyard on the second level of the mall.

Dylan nodded, her lips wrapped around the straw partially buried inside a thick chocolate shake. She swallowed. "It's possible. It explains why people seem to think that this baby--Robin looks like me. Out of the three of us, Reggie and I look the most alike." Thinking back to that day again, she groaned. "And the time they had their week long affair correlates with Robin's birth date. And it explains why Celeste thinks she should be with me. In her twisted way I'm the reason why this baby exists. Like it's my fault that she cheated on me with my own damn brother." Shoving a cheesy fry into her mouth, she asked Angela where their sibling was.