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    All The Fallen – Chapter 4 – Damned

    “Nobody you’d know. One of Slim Daddy’s entourage.”

    “Oh Kit!” Lara groaned ever so softly.

    “Yeah, yeah, I know,” she waved one hand, “I shoulda known better. But, y’know,
    I had such hopes, after I did the thing with Slim Daddy, like maybe my career
    could take off again. But it didn’t. I mean, nuthin’ was happenin’. And when I
    ran into Diggs, well, I jus’ thought we could talk some business, tha’s all.”

    Lara nodded. She could feel Kit’s
    misery, it practically roiled off her like a fever. “So?”

    “So, we got together a couple of times, y’know, just for drinks and talkin’
    ‘bout the biz and all that. But….” Her face took on a faraway look. “It jus’
    got outta hand, went farther than I expected.”

    “As far as you wanted.” Lara gave Kit
    a hard stare, trying not to accuse, trying not to judge. God knows, she’d
    fucked up plenty.

    Kit’s breath fell out all at once, and she
    dragged in the next one through a tight throat, body shuddering to suppress the
    building sobs. “Yes,” she said quietly, “I wanted it. I didn’t know it at the
    time, I guess I didn’t wanna own up to it, but yeah,” she nodded, “I did.”

    “I don’t understand, Kit. If you were really
    happy with Ivan, why do this? I mean, is this a
    case of big sis see, big sis do? Were you one-upping Bette?
    I mean, come on, you must have an explanation of some kind.”

    “I do. Actually, yeah I do.” Kit took a big sip
    of coffee, wincing as it scalded her throat. “Just not a very pretty one that
    isn’t very flattering to me.”

    “How about you try it on me?” Lara encouraged.

    “I don’t know if you can understand this, Lara.”
    Kit stated, knowing that Lara
    was gay, that she’d never been with a man.

    “Why, because I’m gay?” Lara asked as if reading Kit’s mind.

    “Yeah,” Kit nodded, “that’s exactly it. You’re
    gay. And I’m not. An’…” she fumbled for some way to explain it to Lara, who
    maybe never knew what it was like to be with a man, not the way Kit did…the way
    she went all soft and girly inside when she was with a man, a biological man.
    “Don’t take me wrong. I love Ivan, I truly do.
    He treats me…” her head swiveled side to side, “he treats me like an absolute
    queen. Nobody ever treated me better than he does. And I feel, with him, so
    safe, so protected, so loved.”

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