Danielle Works a Saturday

"It was a pleasure helping with your transformation, Danielle," she said, getting up out of her seat and approaching Danielle. "If there's anything I can do for you, up to and including surgery, call me anytime," she said as she pulled Danielle close and gave her a quick hug.

"Thank you, Lisa, I do appreciate it all very much."

"You're welcome, hun. Will you be heading to the bank or home?"

"I thought I'd head home to drop off these bags, first."

"Let me call you a cab, then," Lisa said as she picked up the phone.

A few minutes later she placed the receiver back on the cradle, "He'll be here shortly for you, and he'll come in to get you."

"Thank you."

"Please let me know how things are going for you. I would like to keep in touch with you."

"I will," Danielle said, smiling. After a pause, she said, "How about dinner tomorrow night?"

"That would be wonderful. How about I pick you up at your place at six o'clock?"

"I look forward to it."

Minutes later the office door opened and a middle-aged man came in.

"Taxi for Miss McGuire?"

"Yes, thank you," she said.

"Could you grab her two bags, please?" Lisa asked.

"Sure thing," he said, checking out both Danielle and Lisa, not knowing either of them was really male under the skirts.

"Thanks again, Lisa," she said shaking the beautiful attorney's hand and kissing her gently on the cheek, "See you tomorrow evening."

"See you tomorrow, hun."

* * *

Ten minutes later she was walking up the stairs to her second-floor condominium. Key in hand, cabbie following up behind her with her bags, she unlocked and opened the door. Walking in, she found a beautiful but sparsely decorated apartment. Finding the bedroom, she had the cabbie bring the bags to that room.

"Could you wait in the cab for me? I have to go to the bank on Front Street."