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face froze. And then she remembered what their plans had been. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed, standing away from the door frame. "I totally forgot! I'm so sorry!"
    Jordan felt a sudden flash of anger. What the fuck? Why'd I even bother? She looked away and shrugged with nonchalance, gaining some composure. "No biggie," she drawled. "It's been a long day for you. Maybe tomorrow." It's just a fucking crossword puzzle, Jordie. Don't get all bent outta shape.
    The teenager actually flinched away from the fiery green eyes before they looked away. As the woman said her piece and turned to leave, she juggled her armload and reached out to stop her. The muscle under her arm stiffened, but when the guitarist turned back, she was grinning. Did I make her mad or not? "If you want, we can still do it," she offered tentatively.
    Jordan turned further around, effectively pulling her shoulder away from the dark girl's touch. What's your problem, Jordie? She's just a kid! Jesus! "Naw, it's cool. Lando invited me over to his place tonight anyway. If I'm lucky, I can catch a ride before they leave."
    "Oh." Sonny looked down and chewed her lower lip, feeling sad and angry for some strange reason. She peered from beneath her dark bangs. "Tomorrow then?"
    Jordan's rather forced grin became a more natural smile. "Yeah. Tomorrow's good." There was an awkward silence. "Well, happy birthday, squirt," the woman finally said.
    "Thanks." Another pause. "I'll see you tomorrow then...." A statement that wasn't quite a question.
    The guitarist had moved away. "Yeah. I'll be there," she tossed over her shoulder. She got a couple of more steps away before slapping her forehead. "I forgot to give you your present!" she said with a grin, returning to the girl.
    "Oh, no, Jordan. You don't need to --" and then Sonny became speechless.
    Jordan had whipped off the knit hat she had been wearing all evening. Long, red gold hair tumbled down to her shoulders. She smiled at the girl's response.
    "Wow!" Sonny finally breathed.
    Emerald eyes sparked and caught fire. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" she purred.
    The teenager's mouth was suddenly dry. "Um... yeah.... Yeah! It's just...." She tripped over her own tongue. "Wow."
    Jordan ran hands through her hair. "Glad you like it."
    "Oh, yeah. I do! Are you....? Are you going to keep it this way now?" The girl held her breath in anticipation.
    The woman studied the dark girl. "Maybe," she finally conceded. A glance over her shoulder and she said, "There's Lando! Gotta go!" and trotted away.
    Sonny watched the lights overhead play in the red gold tresses. "Wow," she whispered.
     
    Sept 10, 1999
    Well, the first week of school is officially over. Thank God! I can't believe I actually missed this torture during the summer!! Might as well just tattoo a huge "S" on my forehead - "SUCKER!"
    Tonight's the first school dance of the year. Pete Bailey asked me to go with him. He plays center on the basketball team. I'm looking forward to it.
    Jordan just walked by (I'm in the living room.) She's still got her natural hair. Well, not exactly natural - she had to dye it back to what it should be. I'm surprised she hasn't had it redone in purple or lime green or something...
    "Oh, yeah, baby. That's it," Jordan crooned, eyes closed. She was relatively fully dressed, her flannel shirt open and hanging loosely. She was seated in a wooden chair in her room, a completely naked woman kneeling between her legs and nibbling at her breasts. "Harder," she purred as she felt teeth brush the jewelry on one nipple.
    The dark haired beauty complied, biting down. The resulting growl from above sent a rush of tingles through her body. There was a bit of pain in the back of her head where the guitarist's fingers were buried in her hair, pulling as the grip tightened.
    There was a knock on the door and the naked woman started to pull back. Instead, she was pushed further into place.
    "Ignore it," Jordan ordered in a husky voice. "They'll go away." If