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Beach – Pt. Two
T to the K: Remember Bette?
Empressed: Let me think… nope, doesn’t ring a bell.
T to the K: Jenny…
Empressed: Oooooh! You mean the gal you talk about every day? Everytime you come online? Every time you breathe?
T to the K: That very one.
Empressed: What about her? Does she have a boyfriend? Did she tell the entire year she’s going to move because she’s sick of the bunch of sick bastards picking on her all the time? Does she have a girlfriend? Is she pregnant? What?
T to the K: You should become a writer. Really.
Empressed: And you should go for a Ph.D. in Philosophy – jokes aside. So, what’s up with the extremely magnificent semi-African American hotness?
T to the K: I talked to her.
Empressed: You didn’t!
T to the K: Did!
Empressed: No!
T to the K: Yeah!
Empressed: Really?
T to the K: Yep. She was reading Mrs Dalloway, btw.
Empressed: I love her. Tell me.
T to the K: Remember we had the conversation about our roles in society and stuff?
Empressed: Uhm… that was like two years ago? Yes, my great memory. Always been as marvelous.
T to the K: And the fact I brought it up earlier this week and you save all our conversations for inspiration and because I brought it up you read it again?
Empressed: Details, darling. Details. Anyway, you got me on the edge of my seat!
T to the K: I talked to her about the very subject. She was surprised, I think. Anyway, I got her to agree to meet again! We exchanged numbers and I called her and we’re going to meet at the library and it’s going to be great, I can feel it!
Empressed: I wish I was there with you I’m so happy for you! You have wanted this since we started talking! Like, five years ago?
T to the K: Exactly. I’m so super-happy.
Empressed: So, you’re gonna dump the Mark-dude and get it on with her?
T to the K: What d’you mean?
Empressed: Oh, come on!
T to the K: Jenny… not *every* girl is a lesbian, you know.
Empressed: You sent me pictures of this Bette – however the hell you got them. And the way you talk about her. You’re so into her.
T to the K: Am not!
Empressed: Am!
T to the K: Am not!
Empressed: Am!
T to the K: …
Empressed: …
T to the K: I… may be slightly into her. Small crush. Tiny.
Empressed: Like Mark’s penis?
T to the K: Jenny…
Empressed: Tina…
T to the K: How would you even figure?
Empressed: I assume.
T to the K: Because…
Empressed: You tell me you don’t have sex very often. Which must mean it isn’t good. Which probably has got to do with size. And don’t you tell me size doesn’t matter. It does. It’s not like men got the skills to use their fingers & tongue if they lack in the other department.
T to the K: fyi, Mark is perfectly normal.
Empressed: Which is why it has been two months.
T to the K: ‘s got nothing to do with it.
Empressed: Uh-huh.
T to the K: I rather not talk about Mark’s penis, you know.
Empressed: Because the very thought of it disgusts you?
T to the K: Sure, that’s why I’m having sex with him.
Empressed: Like, once in a decade?
T to the K: Jenny… let’s focus on Bette here.
Empressed: As in, the one you actually want to fuck? Okay. Tell me all about the conversation you guys had.
T to the K: You’re unbelievable.
Empressed: But you love me for it.
T to the K: I do.
Empressed: Confession?
T to the K: No. Bette, remember.
Empressed: Okay, okay. Tell me.
T to the K: I hate typing this. Why d’you live in Florida?
Empressed: Because old people live here? But TELL ME!!!
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Hahaha ! Very nice chappie, Genner ! And this last “twist” was very unexpected. Thanks a lot for sharing this with us ! Good job !