"I think they'll love you," Tatum replied, smiling a little. "Especially my step-mom, she'll love to have another French girl in the house.. she'll probably prattle at you in your native tongue the whole time or something," she warned the brunette, nudging her gently, and holding the door open for them to leave.

Once they were out, and she made sure it was locked behind them, she glanced over at her girlfriend, and then toward the expansive backyard in front of them. It was hot, and she couldn't wait to get down to the shore, or find somewhere to sit in the shade at least. "Just down at the lake, it's just a couple of minutes down through the trees there, but we have a path. It comes out to a spot that's a little rocky, but it gets more sandy as you walk out further," Tatum explained, fishing into the top of her bikini for just a second, where she had tucked her lighter and a small joint.

She lit it up, hiding the lighter away again, and offering her free hand out for Frankie to hold as they began to walk.