Clubbing at Mohegan was an interesting experience. There was a nightclub where the barbeque had been, as tastefully decorated as Bubba's had been campy and ugly. The beat coming from the speakers was so compelling that I had to join the throng of dancers on the floor.

There were girls watching me, of course. There always are. One of them was a tall, cool blonde who looked me up and down with a predatory grin. I was interested. I was definitely interested... until another blonde started grinding up against her and said, "She's not my type, and we have to both dig her for a threesome." The way she moved would have made me forget about anything short of the world coming to an end, and the way she insinuated herself into the perfect position to kiss the original blonde into submission could have made any female-inclined person forget anything.

I left Katie and Brooke to their own devices and sashayed my way over to another part of the dance floor. Idly, I wondered what had happened to Katie's fiancé in this world. Guessing from the way things got reversed, I'd guess that he was lording it over some submissive Greek woman instead of being pussy-whipped by Katie Douglas.

I had as many admirers in my new spot as I'd had in my old one. None of them were as pretty as Katie had been, so I ignored them. They stopped staring after the brushoff I gave the least ugly of them. It was nice to be able to enjoy myself without remembering that I was in some bizarre mirror image of the world I knew and loved. You know, the one where I'd finally bagged Becky. For a while, I could forget that I was further from home than I'd ever been before.

I felt eyes on me again, and I grumbled to myself inside. Not that I didn't mind people staring at my ass, but... okay, maybe I did mind someone staring at my ass without permission. I turned to tell the newcomer off, but she took the turn as an invitation to join me instead, and it was hard for me to say no to her when I saw her face.

I should have remembered. In the world I knew, the world that seemed less real with every day I spent on the other side of the looking glass, Lindsay Whalen was straight as a rod, red as a stop sign, and committed to boot. If form held true, then in this world she was very gay and very single. The way she worked her hips against mine and the sidelong glance she shot me when she thought I wasn't looking kind of confirmed those suspicions, and I do mean con*firm*ed.

"Your room or mine?" she whispered in my ear.

"I don't have one, so it would have to be yours," I said, not letting on that I'd been fantasizing about her saying that for the better part of two years.

"You came here without a room? You were planning all along to use someone else's? You're more interesting than I first thought, and believe me, my first thought was that you were pretty damn interesting." She shimmied against me in ways that no small-town Minnesotan should have known about. "How about you and I blow this joint and get to doing something a little more interesting?" she purred.

'Goddess, if this whole thing has been a dream, please don't let me wake up *now* when there are so many other moments I could have passed on,' I prayed internally. To Lindsay, I said, "Lead on. I'm sure you know this place better than I do. If you say it's time to leave, then it's time to leave."

We walked out of the nightclub to catcalls. None were forthcoming from Katie and Brooke, though it would have surprised me if either of them had managed to get words out, the way their mouths were sealed together. It really was too pretty for words. Lindsay led the way through the casino to get to the hotel. No one seemed to notice or care that the darling of Connecticut professional basketball was getting her thing on with a female groupie. Thinking back on it, that was one of the more refreshing changes in this world.

The elevator that came for us disgorged Taj McWilliams, drunk and giggling, in the company of a tiny blonde woman with a faintly familiar face and the look of the devil in her sky blue eyes. For a moment, I thought she was Debbie Black, but she didn't look quite as weather-beaten, and the Pest was, of all things, slightly taller than this woman. She winked at Lindsay as she and Taj passed us. "Don't be late to practice," she said, and the slight Polish accent gave her away.

"It's not likely Coach is going to get started on time anyway," Lindsay laughed, gesturing at Taj.

"After all these years? She is used to it. Why do you think she's going back for more?" Margo countered. "Come on, Taj. Even if you keep talking to the plant, it won't be your friend. It is plastic. It has no feelings." She took Taj's hand and pulled her along. I gave Lindsay a confused look, and she just shrugged at me as if to say, 'teammates- what're you going to do with them?' I laughed; after all, how many Liberty players had I seen that look from whenever Tari got in some kind of trouble?

She was working the buttons on my blouse even before we got off the elevator, and by the time we were through the doorway of her hotel room, I was doing the same for her. She had a black satin bra, and I lost my private bet with myself that she was a thong girl; then again, I would have lost the bet no matter what kind of underwear I would have guessed, if you know what I mean. "I'd say you had balls, but like that, everyone in the world knows you don't," I said to her.

She grinned at me. Then she pinned me to the bed and kissed me a few times, not even leaving me time to breathe. She was good. She was very good. She knew how to use her hands, and her mouth, and everything else. I never knew you could turn a woman on with toes. She was everything I had ever dreamed of.

Some time later, maybe two or three hours, she had done all she could do; any more and I wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. "You were fabulous, Lindsay. You do this often?"

"As often as I can," she replied in a rather serious voice. "You weren't bad yourself, and believe me, I have high standards. I'm glad Taj didn't put you off the mood. People freak out sometimes when she does something weird like start talking to potted plants. I think she took one too many blows to the head in Mistress Tari's dungeon."

Something about that shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. "Tari and Taj? I always thought they hated each other, and that was how Tari ended up in Portland."

She snorted with laughter. "I don't know where you get your gossip, but it's funny. They were more than fine with each other. It was their coach who didn't appreciate her first and second string centers beating each other up for recreation. You know coaches can be irrational like that sometimes. So Peck made sure that Taj couldn't make regular visits to Mistress Tari's dungeon. I guess she thought drunken idiocy was better for some reason. Doesn't make much sense to me, but I guess that's why I'm not a coach."

"I've been in there, and I came out just fine," I said, puzzled.

"Ah, but who were you in with, the Mistress herself or the self-proclaimed Queen of Darkness? There's a difference. Tari uses the stuff. Erin just likes the atmosphere."

"Erin," I admitted sheepishly.

"Oh, honey, don't be embarrassed. Everybody who's anybody has had a turn with Vampirella at some point, except maybe the Vestal Virgin up in Seattle. They don't come much easier than she does, even if once you get past all the trappings, she's really a lousy lay."

"At least I'm not the only one who thought so," I murmured while my brain tried to recoil from the image of Lindsay and Erin. I had a feeling that if I ever got home, I would never be able to sleep again without that image haunting my dreams.

She rolled over and absently kissed me. "You're not planning to leave, are you?" she asked sleepily. As cute as she was awake, she was twice as cute sleepy.

"Don't you have a roommate I have to avoid?" I countered. Not that I wanted to leave, but with my luck, her roommate would be a straitlaced Nykesha Sales, or something equally weird.

She laughed low in her throat. "Brooke's my roommate. If she's done with Katie before dawn, it would be the first time in the history of mankind. All I'd be missing is seconds, and it's not like I don't have opportunities for that. You'll be fine." She pulled me in close to her, and I was powerless to resist.