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(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5, rated)Walking down the street is something that sometimes is simply done for the sake of being done for Shane. The street in question is Santa Monica Boulevard and Shane has just finished an overnight slumber in an office room at SheBar. Passing by her are a couple of familiar faces. They are arm-in-arm and happy




(4 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Bette’s concern for Angie increases and she finally meets Miss Tina Kennard.
Well dinner was delicious. Tina speaks first after they were on their way home. Mmm yes it was. Mother has always been a great cook although I haven’t see a spread on the table like she had tonight. I mean lamb chops. Well she does have a man to feed now not her skinny, eats-like-a-bird




(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)“I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m just … I’m so sorry.” “It’s OK. It’s OK. Look it’s OK to cry. You can cry with me.” Tina’s comforting tone, and gentle touch is taking effect to calm Bette’s overwrought emotional state. They were seated on the steps of the deck in Bette’s backyard where Tina had found her
Previously…. Mrs. Bankhead: Hello Tina, sorry to be interrupting your day but we have a problem. Tina sat up straight in the couch. Tina: Is it Angelica? Tina began getting worried. Silence. Mrs. Bankhead: I hate to tell you this Tina, but……. Family- A Short Story (Part 3) Mrs. Bankhead: I hate to tell you




(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5, rated)Blame TheLostFoodie for this one with her prompt to have one of our girls in a coffee shop and a barista that calls her ”Love.” It kind of went a bit off course from what I had in mind, but I hope it works just fine. Also, I’ve never been to Australia and probably did
Friday morning, June 26th, 2015. Lena Adams Foster blinked her eyes open and tried to think. She’d been dreaming, but now she just had that kinda tip of your tongue feeling about it. She sighed, left the world of dreams behind, and enjoyed that it was quiet and that she had the rare treat to
It was two days and some later now. The sky had patchy white clouds in it that were right now covering the sun above them. The air smelled sweet in one of the many ways it only ever did on an honest to goodness planet with trees and lakes and waterfalls and such. And at
God your fingers are like magic. Tina says panting As is your tongue sweetheart Bette kisses her softly on the lips. Mmmm… she pulls back… now would you like to go for a run with me on the beach? We haven’t done that in a while and I miss it. Oh nice choice, Can the