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    Apogée 24

        “Kit,” Shane said simply, the teen had only seen Kit Porter on a handful of occasions and when she was seen Shane never heard Kit actually say more than three words since hiring her. Kit reached in her pocket and handed Shane a cigarette, the teen grabbing it quickly as a lighter began quickly popping to life in front of her.

        “Look Shane there is not a person on this Earth whose life would change if I shot you in the head right now, that will probably never change…” Kit said confidently, Shane shook her head quickly.
        
        “That’s not true, that’s not…” The teen’s voice rose but Kit’s words clipped Shane’s mid-sentence.

        “The sooner you get that concept the sooner you can work for me…really work for me,” The older woman said; Shane sighed bringing the much needed cigarette to her lips.

        “What’s really working for you?”

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        Tina sat on the bathroom floor clutching her cell phone tightly, the night had been long and confusing. The mere thought that she was prepared to kill Henry a few hours ago made her physically sick, the blonde leaned against the tub one hand on a bottle of wine the other white knuckled and hoping the phone would ring. Tina leaned back and took another long drink, swallowing it down, hoping she’d get drunk enough to throw up and pass out.
        What made that woman so damn appealing that she’d kill? What made the logic of drinking to be sick so fucking moronic? Tina stared at the toilet drunkenly hoping that something would happen, anything would happen. Bette ran out of the house almost as fast as she’d come, those words, three fucking words that turned her world out of her own control. Tina put her cheek on the tub and sighed at the cool porcelain on her flushed cheek.

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        Bette drove faster than she ever had, honking horns and flashing lights for cutting off other drivers. Bette couldn’t make herself care, about anything but figuring out how Tina played into all of this. Bette picked up her phone and dialed the only person that she knew could shed some light on this situation.

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    1. Woohoo, you’re back. I was actually just thinking of this story the other day and wondering if we were ever going to get all our questions answered :). Thanks for the update, can’t wait to see where you take us :)

    2. I’m SO HAPPPY TO SEE that you’re back with a new chapter!!! I missed this story so much, and I’m glad that you came back ClosetDana. It’s been a very long hiatus, but it was worth the wait!! Well-written and I love the obstacles and the turns of these women’s lives…I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for them.. Thanks again PPS!!!!

    3. What a wonderful surprise to see this story posted again! It had been one of my favorites (especially the B/T dynamic). I remember! Not your favorite! Every character has a little something to pull us in though, and it was like picking up a good book you’d thought you’d lost. Thanks for continuing!!!!!!

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