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    Art of Love – Chpt 11

    Previously

    “Tell me what’s going on, Bette,” Peggy requested. “Who’s upstairs with my daughter?”

    “Nothing’s going on, Peggy,” I replied. “I love Helena. This woman means nothing to me.”

    “Again, I ask you, Bette Porter,” Peggy said firmly, “Who is upstairs with my daughter?”

    “Barbara Grisham. The Senator. From Massachusetts,” I answered softly.

    Peggy’s eyes grew wide.

    “What?! That fucking barracuda?” Peggy declared.

    “You know her?”

    “Unfortunately!” Peggy answered, declaratively.

    Chapter 11

    I stared at Peggy.

    “Don’t just stand there, my dear,” Peggy demanded, “fix me a drink. Post haste!”

    “Certainly,” I agreed, turning towards the kitchen. Looking over my shoulder, I invited Peggy to accompany me. “Would you like to come with me, Peggy? What can I make for you this evening? Boodles straight up?”

    “Yes. Yes. Boodles. Of course. But let’s make it a tall triple. On the rocks. No, with tonic. And a wedge of lime,” Peggy said, following me with a scattered attempt to determine the fashion of her potent potable.

    Entering the kitchen, I quickly set about the task of fixing Peggy’s drink at the bar. Peggy stood next to me.

    As I mixed and poured, I glanced up at Peggy. She stared anxiously at the glass.

    “Peggy, how do you know Barbara Grisham?” I asked, no longer able to maintain my curiosity in its hidden state.

    I handed Peggy her triple cocktail. She smiled, pinched the lime into the quaff, and quickly drank half the glass.

    “Mmm. Perfectly marvelous, my dear. You are a master mixologist,” Peggy complimented me and licked her lips.

    She appeared to relax immediately. But Peggy hadn’t answered my question, and I looked at her inquisitively.

    Peggy took another drink, not quite as long as the first.

    “The question, my dearest Bette, is not how do I know the Senator,” Peggy said, “but it is rather, how did you come to swim into the perilous waters of Barbara ‘the Barracuda’ Grisham?”

    “Oh, Peggy, that is such a long, involved story. And I don’t have time to explain to you right now how I ended up in bed with the Senator. But it was only once. Several months ago. Long before Helena and I began seeing one another. And I’ve always considered it a huge fucking mistake,” I defended myself.

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    Comments

    1. RFLMFAO…..PRICELESS….THE LOOK ON THE SENATORS FACE HAS TO BE PRICELESS……IM LITERALLY LAUGHING MY ARSE OFF……POST SOON ZHEESE…..GREAT UPDATE….

    2. Priceless indeed! That was absolutely FANTASTIC. Zheese, no need to worry, you always exceed expecation!! GREAT update!!! If this was drinks, let’s see what happens with appetizers and soup…LMFAO!!!

    3. Wow, Barbara sounds like the town bicycle! Thanks Zheese, we found and will continue to find great enjoyment with your story. Please don’t feel pressured…just continue to share. We are luvin’ it. PPS

    4. lol…there was NO way that was disappointing. Peggy is too funny. I hope Barbara didn’t try anything while her and Helena were upstairs…dinner should be interesting.

    5. You may feel tremendous pressure zheese, but you are rising to the challenge. Well done as always. I did have occasion to laugh at Bette’s wording, and I wondered if it was on purpose: the double entendre of her ‘fucking’ mistake :) Just my mind interpreting what it will. Thanks for your time in writing.

    6. Well dmn Peggy! Way to come with it! OK zheese-there is no way you can disappoint w/ whatever you write in the next chapter. You’ve built up a great encounter and now I’m ready to see the senator’s head roll. My money is on the one and only Peggy Peabody to show this senator who runs things. Peggy will lay down the law about Bette belonging to Helena. I’m ready for WWIII – and i predict the Peggy will be the winner. Post soon please zheese.

    7. Disappoint us…now way, the senator is in for a fight at his highest level. Tricks you you say, well I guess you have some tricks up your sleeve. Loved this chapter and just love your Peggy.

    8. “How’s Tricks?” AHH! NICEEEEEE!!!! That was brilliant, seriously. Can’t wait for the next update.And Sidenote: I’m sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t appreciating the chapters at hand. I think they’ve all been great.

    9. Zheese, Thatr was perfect and priceless. You really have capture the essence of Peggy here. This chapter showed off all her best moves. A real delight. You set the scene wonderfully and then follow through like an expert. I am sure that you will have a twist in the future as the situation with Prince Nguyen Dao has not been resolved. Just keep it coming. Much joy and entertainment, Your Loyal Fan.

    10. LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! zheese, this chapter was simply fantastic!! Peggy then looked Barbara dead in the eye.”How’s tricks?” ……………. I LOVE IT!!! You have Peggy down PERFECTLY!! Anxiously waiting for the next chapter; maybe by then my face will start hurting from laughing.

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