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    Essentially Yours

    She had just spoken with her daughter. Telling her that she miss her and that she would be home soon.

    She hated the time that she spent away from her little girl.

    This was her fourth trip within ten days, filling all her obligations for the school year.

    And now she would be able to take a much needed break. Slowly she sipped the water down scotch that she had been nursing for the last 45 minutes.

    Looking at the view from her hotel suite, she couldn’t help but think how much this place reminded her of her lover. Not necessarily what she saw, but what she felt.

    The lights in the city shined from miles around. Blanketing the homes with a soft but warm glow. Just like her lover would blanket her with her body once she return. It made her feel somewhat giddy inside just thinking about it. They had been apart for well over a week now, and it was tearing her up inside. Damn she wanted her!

     

    Two more days of smiling until her face hurt, and telling their contributors the same old crap once again. Then she would be free to go home. Maybe if she push a little bit, she just might be able to kill two birds with one stone. And get out of here sooner. She truly miss her family.

     

    Why couldn’t Phyllis have ask someone else to do this shit? This is what she hated most about her job. Yes she had stayed in the finest of hotels, with spectacular views. Meeting wonderful people in the process. But fund raising never brought her any joy. Who in their right mind would enjoy fund raising? Maybe Jodie would, this would be right up her alley. You are so bad Bette.

    She and Helena had been together for about six months now. Like most couples they had words and got on each others nerves at times. And when space was needed it was given. But they always found themselves back in each others arms or just talking on the phone. They needed that contact whether it was physical or just saying the right words. A simple word, a certain look was sometime all that was needed to calm a situation.

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    Comments

    1. Yay the Jac is back, uhm sorry I know that was cheesy LOL. I love the beginning of this story and can’t wait to see where you take it. Please let Helena be in front of Bette’s door :)

    2. OMG! Is my Helena at the door? Laughs. What a lovely romantic beginning to your story, Jac! ((: Looking forward to seeing where you take us with this tale of yours. (: PPS!

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