Untitled Fic Thing

This is the fic that Suzanne asked for a while back. The starting sentence was She leaves the way she enters, tiptoed steps down the stairs. Her gown is satin, a slippery and shiny piece of fabric which slides down her breasts and drapes across her stomach. It is dark, and the stairs creak. He does not come after her.

I played with it. Here are the results. They are not what I expected, and they wouldn't go how I wanted them to, but sometimes that is what happens. It's basically about two women who become friends.

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Suggestions for a title would be gratefully accepted, as I do have vague thoughts to continue this.