Lynn Retrospection Backstory

Lynn successfully graduated rehab. Norma took her shopping for clothes and bought her a round-trip flight to New Orleans, with the return flight open for a few weeks.

Lynn had the time of her life. She met a persuasive man name Smoke. He was direct. He bought her a drink and banged her in his wife's bed. He hid his ring and wedding photos.

They spoke for a few days. The conversation changed when Lynn said that she was interested in making some cash. That before she moved in with her friend she had to put up rainy day money because women couldn't live together for too long.

"Just your luck. I'm a hustler. If you fuck with me we'll win together."

"What did you have in mind?"

Smoke introduced Lynn to moneyed Men in New Orleans that loved dark meat. She was bringing in seven hundred dollars a day, giving Smoke fifteen percent.

But after a few days he beat her ass, demanding forty five percent.

She became dependent on Smoke. She saved a lot of money, but she was secretive about where she kept it. 

She was shopping a couple days later, pushing a shopping cart and accidentally bumped into a gorgeous woman that dropped a jar of honey.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Lady said, smiling from behind a paid of shades.

"No, I'm sorry. My mind is here or there. I'm Becky, and you are?"

"I'm Gresha," Lady lied. They shook hands.

"You're beautiful," said Lynn. "I'm new in town and don't know anyone. Maybe one of these days I can show you how to...use a jar of honey."

"I live with my brother," she lied. "But we can hang out, I'm always home alone."

Twenty minutes later Lynn pushed Gresha legs back, giving her passion fruit a good tongue whipping...

Less than a week later, Dime caught them in bed together...

Aiming a gun at Lynn's head when she tried to defend Gresha...

Becky fell in love with Gresha, in a way that she never loved Gene. She knew their love wouldn't last because she was flying back to Miami in a week, to make living arrangements with Norma.

She nurtured her once her husband left with her son Harry. They hadn't a clue where he moved.

"My son is gone, Becky. And it's all your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yes, your fault. If you wouldn't have slept with me..."

"It takes two. Plus you were the one begging me to taste you because you hadn't any action in months, yet you fail to tell me that you were married."

"He was doing his thing. I just wanted to do mine."

"So that's all I was to you?"

"I love you, but I've lost my son. I can't do this."

Becky said, "I guess this is goodbye."

"Yes, Becky. We can never be together. I don't feel like facing social judgement. Maybe when we meet again, if it happens, we'll try to make it work, but if I never find my son then I'll be lost, forever."

Gresha kissed her lips and walked out of her life...

Lynn boarded her return flight back to Miami. Norma picked her up from the airport. 

During the drive to Norma's massive house, Norma said, "Welcome back."

"Great to be back."

"I've missed you, girl. Anyway, I hope you're still going to help me test Francisco loyalty."

"How much your paying?"

"Forty k..."

"Shit, we can start today. I've been thinking of joining the police department. Not now, of course."

"I can see you in a cop uniform. Maybe that's how you'll seduce him. Wear a mask and a sexy cop outfit. He always like to fuck authority."

"I'll call you before anything happens."

They shook hands. 

She kept her pregnancy a secret, until her second trimester...

She never stopped thinking of Gresha. She was convinced that they'd never see each other again...

Present Day
Lynn and Lady

Lady smiled at Lynn.

"I can't believe that you were right in front of me the entire time. I guess we both had children around the same time."

"Harry is a few years older than Jonathan. It just blows my mind that our sons found and fell in love with each other."

"I wish we could have their courage. Be who we are without restrictions."

"That would be something. But I care what people say. And I'm facing prostitution charges and lost my career in law enforcement."

Lady said, "What if I told you that I could help."

"Help with what?"

"Get your charges dropped. Let's just say that it's a long shot, but it might work..."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Give me everything you have on Judge Harper Hills."

Lynn:

There was no way that Lynn was going to trial. Even though the Feds seized her blackmail portfolio, she kept a backup on an external hard drive no one knew nothing about.

Being in a wheelchair wasn't how she thought she'd end up. And since she burned all her bridges no one wanted to be there for her.

She was terminated from the police force. On social media, her indiscretions as Officer Becky tore her reputation to shreds. Her Coworkers bashed her and her lawyer, a pint-sized woman that went by the book urged her to take a plea deal. Five years in prison and numerous cognitive programs when she was inevitably released.

Sipping a glass of wine, she thought about her son. Shaking with hurt, she tried to drink it away.

Why hadn't she the courage to embrace her lesbianism and be who she tried to hide?

Since her daughters abandoned her and moved in with their father they hadn't called or checked on her.

There was a knock on her front door. She stared at it for a brief moment, Mahalia Jackson singing at a low volume from the living room speakers.

She had to learn how to take care of herself. Being restricted to a wheelchair has deeply depressed her.

There was another knock.

Setting her wine down, she wheeled herself to the door and opened it.

To her surprise Harry smiled, handing her a dozen roses.

Lynn fought back tears.

"Thank you, Harry. You didn't have to do this."

"You're my mother-in-law and I'm obligated to help you."

"Why are you being so nice to me after everything I put you and my son through?"

"It's what Jonathan would have wanted. I'm going to check on you every day until you're in a position to take care of yourself."

Holding up her arms, she hugged him. And openly sobbed on his shoulder.