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Love’s Recovery
Tina walked slowly into The Planet, thankful to see Alice, Shane, and Angelica sitting at a secluded table in the back which would allow her to simply relax. Her day had been an amazing rush of activity and, despite the thrill of wrapping a rather difficult scene, the toll it had taken on Tina was evident in her posture and her slight limp toward the table.
“What happened to you?” Alice asked, kicking a chair out with her foot for Tina to sit.
“A long day.” Tina leaned over and kissed an enthusiastic Angelica who was perched on Shane’s lap playing tic-tac-toe with her aunt. “My feet are killing me.”
Alice’s eyes diverted to Tina’s stiletto boots and with a smile and an arched eyebrow remarked, “It’s because those aren’t actually meant to be worn, they are meant for–”
“So I talked to Bette last night,” Tina interrupted quickly, causing Alice to chuckle and lean back in her chair, eager to hear how Bette was managing Georgetown University.
“And how is Porter these days?”
“I hardly got in a word edgewise.” Tina laughed as she fondly remembered the conversation. “It started out with ‘how could you’ in a voice that I swear only dogs could hear.”
“What did you do?”
“Apparently I allowed a cross-dresser to raise our child and force her into, and I’m now quoting Bette, slave labor having to vacuum the entire living room and bedrooms upstairs.”
“What upstairs?” Shane asked, puzzled by the conversation.
“It would appear that the intellect couldn’t process Mrs. Doubtfire for the true meaning behind the movie and Bette claims that if Maxie is just like Mrs. Doubtfire than she must be some pervert who manages not only to light her boobs on fire but accurately call a drive-by-fruiting for what it is.”
“That was classic,” Alice laughed as Shane winced at the thought.
“One would certainly not have nipple confidence after lighting them on fire.” Shane placed one of her hands over her small boobs at the thought. “That would hurt.”
“Could you please at least pretend to need a bra? Even if it is a training one?” Alice looked down at her voluptuous chest. “I have to drag these everywhere and I’d have to kick them up from the pavement as I walked if I didn’t harness them.”
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Go Gumby! That was a nice chap and your story is truly amazing. I love how you describe them. Angie=Genius :)
Where can I get one of those Planet placemats???
Oh boy Gumby this is going to get very sticky
Oh man – as well-intentioned as Maxie is, this is just plain creepy to go to this length. She’s definitely unbalanced. Having said that, PPS!
Hmmmm…heels…boobs…I was feeling a strong sense of deja vu as I read parts of this chapter!! LOL This is a tough story you are writing Gumby, so it was nice to laugh before it starts to get real emotional. Your sense of humor is a gift we all get to share…thank you. Now, Maxine….wow….it is going to take some inventive writing to make Maxine a character we will all not only be rooting for, but can empathizes with. I have complete confidence in your writing though and know you can pull this off. We will be part of Maxine’s posse in no time! Thanks again Gumby!!
Gumby this an amazing chapter. I love the desire shown by Maxie to reconnect with her daughter and her family. Proofie thank you for your tireless work.
Wow, I can’t believe Bette allowed Tina to hire her! I guess the fact that she’s not going to be taking care of Angie made it less critical for her to meet her first. I just hope she doesn’t take her anger out on Tina when she finds out who she is.I wonder if Kit knows what is going on….
Hoping you’ll ring the dinner bell for us soon ;-)
Ah, thanks for the heads-up Gumby…drama-rama ahead with tears and anger. Hanky getting laundered and prepped for your emotional roller-coaster ride. Bring it on girlfriend!!!
This is so excellent but I know it’s going to hit the fan soon. But love this story. Thank you.
Great story Gumby! The way you write Maxine is making my heart ache. I could feel her longing to connect with Bette and her family. Angie is such a sweet, loving and perceptive child. I have a feeling she will be the one to drive Bette to soften and open her heart to her mother, Maxine. You really are good in your craft.