"So, what are we going to watch?" Sally finished the last of her glass of wine and used it to indicate the TV.

"Oh... I don't know." Mercer took her empty glass and headed to the kitchen. "You pick. All my DVDs are in the cabinet."

When Sally opened the doors to the cupboard her mouth dropped. Inside were reams and reams of photocopy paper, a basket of pens, pencils, whiteout and all sorts of other stationary needs. She lifted a large heavy-duty stapler in one hand and an expensive Dictaphone in the other. When Sally turned around holding these items Mercer was standing opened mouthed near the couch with a glass of wine in each hand.

"My, my, my, Mercer Kennedy, you have been a busy girl," Sally mocked. "I swear this is the very same stapler that went missing from the office a month ago and what would Penny say if she saw this hoard of stationary and her Dictaphone in your cupboard."

Mercer quickly put down the wine and moved towards Sally. "I have some issues, a syndrome, mania if you like. Kleptomania. Please don't tell her, Sally. I can't help myself. I just have to take things. I don't use them but I can't help myself. It's like someone else lives inside of me and tells me to do things."

"It's okay, Mercer, your secrets safe with me." Sally smiled understandingly and put the stapler and Dictaphone back in the cupboard. She flicked through Mercer's collection of movies. "Let's see... which movie shall we watch?" She grinned at Mercer adding, "Did you steal these too?"

"Please don't hate me, Sally. I've never taken anything of yours." Mercer's face went bright red. "I swear."

"Ah... come on, Mercer. I'm joking. Everyone's got a secret and I could never hate you. You're my best friend." Sally pulled, Bridget Jones Diary from the shelf and closed the cabinet doors. The smile on her face hid the workings of her mind. In the past knowing someone else's secrets had proved to be a very powerful tool when the need arose. Sally settled down on the couch saying, "Come on let's forget about it and have a good time. I'm already half drunk."

"Okay." Mercer's heart swelled. Sally was so special. "What did you pick?" She eased herself down on the couch beside Sally and handed her a glass of wine.

Sally giggled as she took a sip. "I feel pissed and this is only my third glass." She held out the DVD. "How about Bridget Jones?"

"Actually, it's your fifth," Mercer said with a chuckle. "We're onto our third bottle."

"Bull shit! Are you kidding me?"

"No. I'm not." Mercer felt like she was floating. Being with Sally was better than creating. Better than getting stoned and better than stealing. She put her glass down on the coffee table and moved a little closer. She felt so grateful that Sally hadn't made a big deal out of her problem and felt sure Sally would understand the cutting too. A tingle of true love washed over Mercer. She wanted Sally to experience that love right here and now.

Mercer let her eyes run up Sally's legs and thought what lovely legs they were. No wonder men went crazy over her. The little mini skirt she was wearing had ridden up. Mercer could see the small hot pink tip of her panties. She put her hand on Sally's knee and waited to see how she'd react.

Sally pulled her glass away from her mouth and giggled some more. "What are you doing, Mercer?"

"You have nice legs, Sally. I love the creamy colour of your skin." Mercer slid her hand higher.

Putting her hand on top of Mercer's, Sally said, "What's going on, Mercer?"

"I like you, Sally." Mercer cocked her head. "I like you a lot. I've always liked you and you must know I prefer girls."

"Oh my God!" Sally jerked back a fraction. "You're a lesbian?"

"What?" A familiar sting caused Mercer's cheek muscle to twitch. "You didn't know?"

"You've never said," Sally gushed. "How was I supposed to know?"

"Surely I've given you enough hints." The flare of rejection pierced Mercer's forehead. Please don't let her say no. She used her baby voice and said, "I'm sure you'll like it."

"Well, I won't." Sally backed along the couch.

"How would you know if you've never tried it?" The rebellious teenager hammered. She'd like it the bitch. Of course, she would.

Sally paused and looked a Mercer in thought. Another dirty little secret to add to her armoury. She giggled and said, "You're right but it's not something I've ever thought about. I'm not sure it'd turn me on."

The wave of relief calmed Mercer. The devil on her shoulder said, 'You've got her now.' She took Sally's glass of wine from her, took a sip, and then said, "If Mister Wrinkles turned you on why wouldn't you think I could? Surely, I'm better looking than he is."

Oh boy. Sally thought. Three in one day. Half her record. Bring it on Mercer. She said, "He didn't turn me on the other day. I had to turn myself on remember." She beamed and undid her top button. "But he did before I came over tonight. He caught me on my way out and I had to let him touch me. It wasn't bad. Next time I'm going to get some money out of the old bastard."

Mercer put Sally's wine glass down beside her own and moved closer. "Then you should let me try. After all I am your best friend." She put her hand back on Sally's leg and ran it up to touch the pink triangle of her knickers.

Before Sally could respond Mercer slipped her finger under the elastic. Sally jerked backwards and inhaled sharply as Mercer snickered, "If you honestly don't like it, I'll stop but I want you to let me touch you for five minutes before you decide." As she spoke, she applied more pressure.

Sally inhaled again. Mercer's fingers were soft. "Okay, Mercer." She gasped in a breath and said, "Five minutes."

Mercer leaned forward and put her mouth on Sally's. She'd have her done and dusted in five minutes.  

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