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Art of Love – Chpt 9
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Previously
“What?” Bette said. “What’d I do?”
As she zipped up her pants, Bette followed me into the closet where I was feverishly seeking a blouse to meet her approval.
“You shouldn’t have told her we weren’t dressed. That’ll just put visions and ideas into her head,” I replied, sliding hangers furiously.
Bette laughed. “I doubt that’ll give her any ideas she hasn’t had before.”
“Well, you’re worried about what I’m clothed in giving her ideas. But then you practically tell her we’re naked. Help me find something to wear!” I begged excitedly, stomping my foot.
“Helena. Oh, how you’re amusing me this evening.” Bette kissed me on the cheek. “Just put on a bra. And a turtleneck.”
Chapter 9
“Are you ready yet, Sweetheart?” I asked poking my head in the bathroom door.
“Almost,” Helena replied.
“Come on, Baby, hurry up. She’s already rang the door bell twice,” I hastened her along.
Helena dropped her hair brush on the counter and turned towards me quickly.
“Well, we would have had it answered already if you would have controlled yourself,” Helena said testily.
My eyes grew wide as I looked at Helena in disbelief. I was stunned. She’d never acted so impatient with me. Nor had she ever expressed even a whit of feeling inconvenienced by my exuberant sex drive.
Her eyes stared at my face, witnessing the stupefaction and hurt that played across it.
“That was quite a blow, Helena,” I said quietly, as I turned to walk away. “I thought you were enjoying yourself as well.”
Helena grabbed my arm from behind and swung me around.
“Bette, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that! And you know it!” she said, searching my eyes for forgiveness. Then she erupted. “This whole evening has me so stressed. I’ve had to prepare dinner at barely a moment’s notice. For a woman my girlfriend has been intimate with. And who wants to invade my home and scrutinize my creative talent, or lack thereof. My mother’s popping in with a twenty-four hour warning. And you’re dictating to me what I can and can’t wear. Fuck!” Helena stopped, exasperated. “I’m sorry. I’m feeling a little edgy.”
Helena won. And I conceded graciously.
“Oh, God, Sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” I said, pulling her close to me and wrapping my arms around her. “I wasn’t thinking. I’ve been insensitive. Please forgive me.”
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Why is Barbara asking all these questions…you know she already knows the answers…lol. She probably has a file on them. Keep posting…bring in Peggy.
Let the games begin….(insert evil laugh here) I can’t wait for Peggy to arrive to …ahem…entertain the Senator!! LOL! PS
cant wait for the one and only Ms Peggy Peabody cuz i know that will only make dinner more exciting
peggy, peggy, peggy…the crowd chants…i can’t imagine what you have in store for us with peggy. that was a genuine exchange between bette&helena, nicely done.
“No. The two of you will be quite enough,” You couldn’t have constructed a better line. PPS
zheese, I think I am in love with your sweetness. What a cute comment. You’re a doll.
I’m first…I think. What do I get?
I loved it. Please go on this way sweetie !
let the games begin!
The calm before the storm…by storm I mean Peggy, of course. I love your story zheese!!!!
I guess it’s true, it’s just so hard to get good help these days. Helena ought to hire some household staff: a butler, a cook. Or a caterer. Doesn’t mean she can’t cook for her own pleasure when she wants to. Well, the stage is set, enter Peggy.
Ah lovely! Let Peggy arrive. :))
Hey Zheese-You’ve been posting like a mad woman lately so keep it up b.c I’m in love with this story. I can’t wait to see how this dinner party unfolds. peggy is going to be the X factor in this oe for sure. especially if she picks up on the fact that Barbara is making a play for Helena and Bette. even worse if Peggy misinterprets things as Babs going after Bette’s woman. Oh boy, I can’t wait. Post soon please.
Trouble will be her soon, Yes our own Peggy. If Barbara thinks she can get between Bette and Helena, with Peggy around, Is she in for a big surprize thanks
I’m thoroughly enjoying this ongoing tale. Throwing the Senator in as foil between these two was a great idea, and you’re drawing their interaction with such precision. Thanks for taking the time…