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Life Happens: Blackpool Take One
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When the future’s architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You’d better lie low…
The skies gathered rain and conjured winds, sending water in torrents which in turn whipped smartly against red-tiled roof tops and smacked panes of glass. Coldplay played on the radio. Much to Helena’s annoyance their newest song was so damned catchy.
If you love me, won’t you let me go…
A crash of thunder sent Bette off to check on the children. The pavement outside seemed to soak up rivulets of water that ran everywhere. It reminded Helena of her teenage years when the girls in her private school waited out the rain with excessive amounts of marijuana. Thankfully, as an adult, she’d found other—more natural—drugs.
Priests clutched onto Bibles, hollowed out to fit their rifles…
Helena found herself singing along. She’d probably had too much wine. Normally, Coldplay drove her a bit mad.
Bette returned to her pile of papers and her Mac and her Mac printer and the rest of her toys. The thunder came again, and this time Angelica wanted to chat about it. She wanted to know if the sky was in a bad mood. Bette had no idea whose idea that one had been.
“Wait here, I’ll take care of it.” She said again, half an hour later, when Wilson professed to be ‘slightly afraid’ of the storm.
Bette and Helena had rented the 9th floor of a luxury hotel in Blackpool for the week, where they stayed along with Tina and the kids. Alice and Jenny were flying together near the end of the vacation and would be staying with them for two weeks in London.
It was 3:24am before they got to bed at last. Sleep would wait, since Bette had other ideas the moment Helena’s tshirt and jeans were tossed aside in favor of her usual sleeping attire.
Helena didn’t mind, since life was short and sleep often waited for at least a bit of chat each night, if not more. She inhaled deeply, burrowing against Bette’s neck, as she felt the hands that had been caressing her hips moving around her waist, then between the soft skin of her thighs. Her legs wrapped around Bette’s waist and pulled her closer. Somewhere in the mixture of arousal and sleepiness, she found herself turned onto her stomach, evoking a new wave of sharp desire.
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oh, and madcapper, you’d like it to..hard candy i mean. lol. thanks for the comment, i’m leaping ahead to leave a msg
Ah, I’m supposed to visit Blackpool and eat hard candy… Who knew? It’s a pity I went to Nantucket for Labor Day weekend instead. There was a dearth of nausea inducing rides and people wore belts that whales on them.
There was a woman named Bette in BlackpoolWho knew that loving Tina was foolSo with Helena ran awaythey stayed naked all dayFucking like minks, this is COOL!
obviously formatting is not set up for limericks!
LMAO! at the limericks and the formatting of them…hehehehehe
If only the show were half as fun as this Blackpool jaunt . . . Thanks for the movie recommendation, hb. Amazon describes Hard Candy as a “twisted cocktail with a poison kicker.” I will not rest until I see it.
what can i say HeleBette you always surprise me i like your writing style…BeLena i love it been searching to find one actually
I guess I, the forgotten one, WOULDN’T like Blackpool or hard candy or whatever that was. Actually, I probably would,(especially if Jennifer was there) except for the roller coaster or the machine that throws you into the sea. Too bad Tina didn’t get on that one!! Don’t be having Bette and Tina get all googly over what is past, now, which was never good anyway…I am not sure what she is even doing there, on holiday (don’t I sound all Brit-like now!) with Bette and Helena. I applaud those who can separate amicably, but there is such a thing as boundaries! I leave you now to compose a naughty limerick for funny.
LOL….nooooo non-monogamy issues in this story *ever*. they’re reserved for other stories. lol, i want to read this limerick
Limericks are not my specialty – but funnyone and Helebette asked so nicely…There once was an LWord fan in NantucketHer traveling companion flirted with heterosexuals by the bucketThe fashion was preppyBut with local beer quite tastyMemories of the youth hostel will not fade away
Madcapper, I do believe you have the beginnings of a naughty limerick there! C’mon, revive a dying art form! I detect more monogamy/non-monogamy issues here, but I guess that’s pretty much the central theme of all things L Wordy. Good to see Wilson so in touch with his feelings.
well its about damn time you wrote something again i have been forced to go back and re-read your earlier work for the third time, but i still luv it. i so look forward to your postings since you do such a great job with the bette and helena match up, i can’t wait to see whats next!!!!!
funnyone when you’re right you’re right, filth really isn’t my forte. I’ll spare you all my second effort and leave this art form to the experts!
Nice try MC, but: Why isn’t your limerick more filthy?You went to Nantucket and drank beer by the bucket. I wanted more pithy, it’s such a pity. Cleary you simply said ‘fuck it’!