TOWN: Daniel's Back, At Least For Now

(**Author's Note:** The first part of this is mostly written by Marazhna. I just wanted to give the story a chance to go in a different direction.) Dana held her room key up to one of those new fancy contact-less door locks until the light turned green. She opened the door and beckoned Jennifer forward as she held the door open. The suite was quite nice with a large king bed, a window with a nice view of the city, and even a jacuzzi. "Now hop on the bed and sit up. I'll be right with you." Jennifer complied, and as she waited, she heard Dana start running the jacuzzi. A few moments later, Dana jumped on the bed, positioned herself behind Jennifer, and started massaging her. It seemed Dana was as adept, if not more so, at being a masseur as Daniel had been. Good enough to elicit soft gasps and groans as she found a particularly tense spot. Jennifer felt love swelling in her heart - love for a woman she hadn't even _known_ until a few hours ago. It was strange, to say the least. But Jennifer found that, at the moment, she didn't much care. "There are _other_ ways to get you to moan, you know," Dana finally quipped several minutes into what was a very relaxing massage. Daniel was never so forward, so it took Jennifer a moment to even parse the meaning and when she finally did, she blushed bright red. "Oh-Oh! Uh-uhh, n-no thanks. Maybe not right now," Jennifer stuttered back, still blushing. "Of course, I would never force my wife to do anything. But I can't help but wonder, does this have anything to do with that Daniel-Dani ..." Dana started, then coughed and cleared her throat. "That Dana-Dani thing?" came a man's voice. A very _familiar_ man's voice. Jennifer spun around, her eyes wide. "Daniel! You're back!" she yelled, feeling stunned, but definitely elated. Daniel just looked at her with a strange look of confusion on his face. "Back? I haven't gone anywhere. You know, maybe this was a bad idea. I'll go shut the water off. Maybe you just need some sleep instead," he said, sounding dejected. This _was_, after all, their honeymoon. He figured that he'd get to spend a lot of time having sexual encounters or, at the very least, some romantic ones with Jennifer. Having her sleep didn't sound very much like that. What was he supposed to do in the meantime? He wasn't tired enough to sleep himself. "No, no. I'm not tired," Jennifer insisted. Really, she didn't want to fall asleep, then wake up finding that Daniel had disappeared again. She wanted to hold onto this as long as possible. She still didn't know what was happening, but at the moment, it seemed that she had her original life back. Although, it seemed that they were still in San Francisco, judging by the view she saw out the window.