Limelight by M Jet Page B

with a hot, dominant kiss, while wasting no time hiking up the hem of Grace's skirt and slipping frantic fingers inside her lacy thong.  "Oh, yes," Grace moaned against Elsa's mouth.  Elsa slipped two fingers inside her and began moving them slowly, in then out.
    After a moment, she placed her hands on Grace's hips, and helped her hop up onto the counter.  Grace reclined breathlessly against the cabinets as Elsa tore her legs open and dropped to her knees.  Grace's filthy utterances were the usual music to Elsa's ears as she buried her face into her lover's soaking wetness.
    And then the doorbell rang.
    Both women gasped and reflexively jerked apart.  Then they giggled bashfully.  "Just ignore it," Elsa said, once again approaching Grace.
    "Wait," Grace said, bringing her legs together and sliding off the counter.  "Delia's iPad is arriving today, remember?  If we don't sign for it, they won't leave it and we'll have to track it down later."  Elsa pouted and hoisted herself onto her feet.  Grace chuckled.  "Come on, it'll just take a minute and then we can get back to…  Business."
    The doorbell rang again, and both women meandered to the door.  But when they opened the door, it wasn't a delivery man they found waiting.  In fact, it was four men.  And they all wore nice grey suits, and badges.
    "Layla Dane?  Tara Outeridge?" said one of the men in a deep serious voice.
    Grace's heart dropped.
    "You have the right to remain silent."
    "No…" Grace murmured.  "NOOOOOOOO!"
    Her instinct was to run, but they had her before she even took one full step.

    Epilogue
    T he death of Seth St. John was back in the news when Layla and Tara were extradited to L.A. for trial.  It was a gut wrenching and grueling time as the women were separated from their daughter who was placed in temporary foster care until an outcome could be determined.
    Both women spent several months in a women's penitentiary while they're trial played out.  But finally, their trauma came to a close.  Evidence and witness testimony worked their magic and the jury and judge took pity on the duo.  Contrary to what Layla had believed, it had been common knowledge that Seth abused her.  And once it became known that Tara had been present the night of his death, physical evidence supported their claim that Layla had stabbed him to prevent him from brutally raping her lover.
    In the end, all they were found guilty of was fleeing and alluding, and identity fraud.  These were in and of themselves serious offenses which carried hefty consequences.  Their marriage was rendered invalid, and their adoption of Delia was also negated since it was all obtained under false pretenses.  However, given the circumstances, the judge showed mercy on them by assigning them both ten years of strict probation, hundreds of hours of community service, and he set them free with suspended sentences and credit for time served.  Because they'd been the only parents Delia had ever known, and had provided her with a healthy, happy living environment, she was returned to their.  They were allowed to begin the legal adoption process again.  They made plans to remarry in the future, and focused on returning their life to L.A. so as not to violate the terms of their parole.
    It was a difficult and trying time, but all they cared about was that their family had been reunited.  And, in the end, they felt the hell they went through was worth it to be able to live free of secrets for the first time since they'd met.
    Within weeks of their release, Layla came home to their apartment one day carrying a used bass guitar, and a rhythm just like the one she'd once played.  Tara and Delia watched with wide eyes as Layla returned to the car and wrestled with removing a small amp from the backseat.  Tara rushed to help her.
    "What in the world are you up to?" Tara asked as they hefted the musical equipment out of the car.  She gave her lover a questioning smile.
    "Time to plug back