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    Life: Altered 03.03 ~~ Safe Harbor

    Story written on November 20, 2005 by Janet Marie.
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    Alice plays detective — Dana tries to figure out what to do about Tonya — Candace cooks Bette breakfast — Jenny makes Shane an offer she cannot refuse — Quin has an effect on Alice — Marina offers Alice some advice

    Life: Altered 03.03 ~~ Safe Harbor


                  Alice     was dressed in her best suit, actually,
    it was the only real business suit she owned, and she pushed back her blonde
    hair and walked into     Boones    .  Black on white, and Alice looked like she belonged in this up
    scale jewelry store, she looked like she could own it.  She was on a mission, one of pure curiosity.  She had spent the day at the massage parlors,
    getting everything, including her *****, massaged and oiled. 

              She had then gone to the Planet,
    getting Ivan     to agree to go ‘under’ cover at one of
    the ***** bathhouses.  She was doing this
    story, if they did not want to publish it, ***** ‘em.  She would publish it on her blog on the
    internet, and put the link up on her Chart.  Close-minded people annoyed her; she pushed
    the thoughts out of her mind, focusing on the task at hand.  The task, seek and learn.

              She marveled immediately at the
    huge selection of diamonds, sapphires all set in gold and silver.  She steadied herself, and smiled at the man
    behind the lit glass counter.  She could
    play this as well as Julia Roberts     could, she thought to herself, smiling
    that winning smile.  All teeth and
    sparkling eyes.

              “Afternoon.”  She stated, in a voice very much not her own,
    instead it was a very good impression of her mother.  He smiled back, taking her in and judging her
    instantly, Alice     knew that she had him already.

              “How may I help you ma’am?”  He asked, voice sweet as fake sugar, she
    batted her eyes and pointed to a cross that she had spotted the moment she had
    looked down at the displays.  It was
    close to what Quin had been wearing, a perfect seg-way into what she wanted to
    get out of this man.

              “I was looking for something
    like that, but a bit less flash?”  The
    man reached down, and pulled out the cross. 
    He set it on the immaculate glass top, the black velvet looking an inch
    deep as Alice     caressed the long pole of the cross.

              “An excellent choice Miss…?”  He asked, and Alice put a hand to her chest, as if
    embarrassed by her faux pas.  She’d
    failed to introduce herself, she smiled, lips puckered.

              “Peterson, Allison Peterson.” 
    Alice     stated and the man shook the limp
    wristed hand that     Alice     was offering.  He met her eyes, dark and sincere was what Alice was hoping he’d get from her puppy dog
    stare.

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    1. Someone call a priest Bette’s been posessed by the spawn of satan… she needs an exorcism not an orgasm.. lmao.. why oh why Janet do u do this to us?

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