We were quiet on the way back to my apartment. There was fifteen-minute parking immediately in front of our building, so she found a spot. I turned to her. "Walk me inside?"

We both got out and I took her arm until we were inside the building. I pulled her to the side of the foyer. "I had a nice time. Thank you."

"I did too," she said. She was staring down at me. "This is to give you something to think about. Just in case, well, whatever." She pulled me into her arms and gave me a kiss. It was a nice kiss. She kept her tongue to herself. I kissed her back. Then she let me go and turned to the entrance. I put my hand on her arm.

"Sally, I understand if you say no. But I really was serious when I said I'd like to be friends." I told her about movie night. "If you would like to come, we're watching 'King Kong' tomorrow night. The Peter Jackson version. I should warn you, we're very silly and we will be heckling the movie."

"You're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Your girlfriend won't mind?"

"I'm not inviting you to a three-some. Or in this case, about a seven-some. I'm not trying to lead you on or offer false promises. I'm deeply in love with Petra. So. Friends. I was hoping you wanted to be friends. If not, I understand."

I watched her think about it. "All my friends are either cops or ex-lovers. I'd love to make a few new friends. I'll be here."

"Great! Five PM. Dress is casual. Guns are optional." I grinned at her.

"I had a nice time," I told Petra the instant I was in the door. "I danced with her, including one slow dance. And I let her kiss me downstairs. In front of the guard. Tongues were not involved. She has a nice ass and I think she got a good look at mine. She knows I'm deeply in love with you. If you are going to punish me, it better not be very severe."

She got up from the sofa and walked over to stand in front of me. "You would accept punishment and not get angry? For one slow dance, one oogling of another woman's ass, and one inappropriate kiss."

"I don't think I deserve being punished, but if that's what you need to feel better, and it isn't severe, yes."

She popped out of the room then I felt myself pulled to her tower. She left my clothes behind. She pulled out a chair and sat in it. "Spread yourself across my lap," she said. "Face down."

I walked over slowly, offering a little sway, then lied down across her lap.

"If you move, pull away, try to hinder me, or complain, I will take away your ability to do so," she said.

I simply gripped her ankle in one hand and a leg of the chair in the other. She rubbed my bottom with her hand for a minute, then said, "This is for one slow dance." I got three swats. They stung. "This is for looking at her ass." That was two swats. "And this is for the kiss." That was five.

I remained silent through the entire treatment.

"Spread your legs," she ordered. I meekly complied.

"This is for telling me the truth and for then accepting your punishment without complaint." She slipped her hand between my legs. Her fingers found my labia, parted them, then slipped inside me. I gasped. She opened her magic to me, bringing it up slowly. I started to squirm immediately.

"Whom do you belong to?" she asked.

"You, Petra." I squirmed.

"Yes. You are mine."

"Yours. Yours. Oh god, Petra, yours!"

She never moved her hand. She held it there and let her magic tease me for an eternity. Then she gave one more push and I exploded in orgasmic bliss, screaming her name.

We popped home and called Andrea. We left a message. "She's probably with Kelly," Petra said. "If so, we won't bother them."

We set the alarm for three and went to bed.

When it went off, I groaned, made coffee, and took the fastest shower I could. I grabbed the coffee and ported to my tower. I immediately began trying to summon Sally.

I could feel the magic working. I'd gotten used to it with Karen, and I immediately felt a connection to Sally. I took that as a good sign. But I couldn't get her to appear, and then suddenly I lost the connection.

Petra and I went back to bed.

The movie was fun. Sally met everyone. Petra treated her like a friend, for which I was grateful and Sally was surprised. During a break, she pulled me to the side.

"You didn't tell her?"

"I did," I said. "I got ten swats on my bare bottom and then a mind-blowing orgasm. She has magic hands."

She laughed. "She doesn't hate me?"

"No. She wants to be friends."

"I like her," Sally said. "I like all your friends."

"Andrea is in a relationship. The other three are straight, but may be open-minded. We do a lot of teasing, so it's hard to tell. If you flirt, I know Erika will flirt back. I'm not sure about Beth or Karen. And I don't know if they'd mean it or if it's just flirting."

She smiled. She flirted lightly with all of them, and they all flirted back.

Everyone had a nice time.

Sunday night we followed the same routine. Again I felt the connection, but again she didn't appear.

"She's there," I said. "But I don't know if it's going to work or not."

Monday and Tuesday night went the same. Wednesday night I got nothing. When I woke up Thursday I wondered if I was wasting my time, but we'd agreed to try for a week. If it didn't work, we'd look for someone else.

Thursday felt the same as the other nights. There was a connection, but that's all there was. I thought about what might be missing, and then suddenly she was there, lying naked on my tower floor. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.

I tapped the ground to get Petra's attention. She rushed over and knelt over Sally, spreading a blanket over her.

"Hello, Sally," she said. "I imagine you're a little confused right now. I want to assure you, you are completely safe and completely unhurt. Later you are going to think this is a dream, but it's not.

I watched Sally's eyes latch on to Petra's, then she shifted her gaze to me.

"Sally," Petra said. "Please blink once for yes, twice for no. Do you understand?"

We got one blink.

"You recognize the person singing?" One blink. "She has to continue to sing. We're going to put you in a wheelchair and show you something. I want to stress, you are completely okay. I know this is scary, but you are okay. When you wake up in the morning, call Felicia. She will answer all your questions."

Then the two of us lifted the limp body into a wheelchair. Petra supported her head, and we wheeled her to an outside wall of the tower. Petra made a window and we made sure Sally could look outside. "Sally, this is Siriena. This is all real. Please call Felicia."

And then she disappeared.

Under ArrestI stared at Petra. "It worked." I said.

"It worked," she agreed. And we both popped back home.

She didn't call. We did our yoga and she didn't call. I showered with the phone in the bathroom, and she didn't call. I got to work and she still hadn't called.

At nine-thirty, she called.

"Hello, Sally," I said when I picked it up. "Are you safe?"

"I'm outside your apartment. I've been parked here for two hours."

"Go inside. I'll call down to the guard to let you in." I hung up.

I walked into Andrea's office and closed the door. "She's at the apartment." I popped to the tower and then home. I called the guard and told him Sally Nelson would be expected and to send her up.

"She's here," he said.

I stood waiting by the door. The elevator pinged and then she was walking towards me, and she looked pissed.

I stepped into the apartment in front of her. The apartment door closed, and I heard a strange clicking sound. "That's far enough, Felicia."

I sighed and turned around. I was staring into the muzzle of a very large gun.

"That's not the gun you had on Saturday, is it?"

"No," she said. "This one is untraceable."

I sighed. "You don't want to kill me, Sally," I said. "You want to know what happened."

"I want to know how the fuck you drugged me."

"I will answer all your questions," I told her calmly. "What do I need to do so you will feel safe? Do you want to handcuff me or something? Whatever you need to feel safe."

"I'm the one with the gun," she said. "You're the one who should be afraid."

"You didn't come here to kill me," I said. "You came here for answers. What do I need to do so you will let me provide them?"

She looked at me for a good thirty seconds. Her hand was steady and the gun never wavered from my face. We hadn't gotten past the entrance of the apartment. Finally she said, "Hands against the wall."

For the first time in my life, I experienced what it was like for a professional cop to handcuff me. She was rough about it, but when she was done, she put her gun away.

"I'm taking you to the station," she said. "You are under arrest."

"For what?"

"Assaulting a police officer."

"Please tell me exactly when and where this assault happened."

"You know exactly when and where."

"What are you going to tell your fellow cops? 'Hello, I had this weird ass dream where I woke up naked and a girl I'd had a date with was leaning over me and singing. I want to lock her up for assaulting me, even though the only thing she did was help me into a wheelchair.'"

I sighed. "If you insist on taking me to the police station, clearly I'm not going to resist, but you're going to look foolish. And I don't want you to look foolish. I need your help."

"What?"

"Sally, set me in a chair, search the apartment so you know there is no one else here. Lock the door. Then come talk to me. I'll answer all your questions."

She stood thinking about it, then grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me the rest of the way into the apartment. She didn't put me in a chair but instead forced me to the floor. "Spread your legs as widely as you can," she said. "If you so much as flinch, I will hog tie you."

I did what she said.

She searched the entire apartment. Every few seconds, she poked out to make sure I was behaving. She was thorough in her search. Then she walked to the front door and locked and chained it before returning to me.

"What the hell did you do to me?"

I tried to tell her everything. I got two sentences out and she accused me of lying. I sighed and shut up.

"Tell me the god damned truth."

"Put me in a chair," I said. "What do you think I'm going to do? I'm a tiny woman in handcuffs. You're a professional cop. You're better trained, bigger and stronger."

"You're some sort of mumbo-jumbo aikido master."

"Yeah, and I was acting scared out of my mind five months ago when we first met. It was all a plot to get you to come to my rescue so five months later I could give you a weird dream. Do you really think I went from scared out of my mind to aikido master in five months?"

"If you try anything, I will either shoot you or hog tie you," she said. "You won't like either of them."

"If you have to pick between them," I told her. "Go with hog tying first. It's easier to explain to the security cameras. Everyone knows I'm a kinky lesbian by now, they'll think we just got carried away."

She didn't say anything, but she helped me stand up and set me in a chair.

"Thank you," I said.

"What did you do?"