A few minutes later, Dana came out.  A towel wrapped around her body, tucked in under her armpit.  “It’ll just take me a second.”

“Okay.  So Dana, you eat a good breakfast, right?”  Alice shouted.

“Uh-huh.  A coffee.  Bran muffin.  Piece of fruit,” Dana answered from Alice’s bedroom.

“And lunch?”

“A salad with broiled chicken, dressing on the side.  Sometimes salmon instead of chicken,” Dana called out.

“What’s dinner like for you?”

“Blanched veggies, a couple of boiled eggs, maybe a small steak.”

“That sounds really typical of a tennis player’s eating habits if what I read is true.”

“We’re all basically on the same meal plan.  It works.”

“But I can offer you more…more taste, more of everything,” Lara said innocently.

Dana’s ears didn’t hear the innocence.  What she heard was full of innuendo.  She pulled another tank top on and tied the waistband of her shorts while thinking about the chef.  Lara had offered her so much at one time.  She just didn’t know how to deal with it at the time.  Funny, life.  When she had her, she couldn’t handle the lesbian pressure.  Now that there was no pressure and no hiding, Lara could only be a friend even though her body was reminding her of what else she had been.  She slipped on a pair of flip-flops and walked into the living room.

“So?  What are you thinking?  Double chocolate cake?  A couple of donuts every morning?  Fried chicken and waffles?”

Lara openly appraised her and Dana swore she saw Lara lick her lips.  Oh, god, this is trouble, Dana thought.  Still, she couldn’t stay away from trouble.  She crossed the room to the computer table and stood beside her, looking down at the pages.  “This looks great.”

Lara knew she needed to open her mouth.  “Uh, yeah.”