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Chapter XVIII – Empire State of Mind – Jules
“Just promise me I’ll have a front row seat to all the action, alright?”
Bette said nothing in response, but laughed, “I’ll do what I can.”
Jules tossed the remaining piece of clothing she wore into her gym bag, and headed for the showers. “Okay I’ll see you all in a bit,” she said with a smile, and then tapped on an icon to end the call.
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Late afternoon, a converted warehouse in Chelsea
“My analyst tells me I get involved in these dead-end relationships because of some perverse sense of … I don’t know. All these married men I’ve dated, all these men involved with other women that I pick. Manhattan’s such fertile ground for dumb behavior like that,” Jules heard Christine tell someone else. She’d noticed even in the martial arts studio that the petite blonde’s loud voice tended to carry.
“Maybe it’s because you have a losing personality, Christine,” Jule heard a deep male voice answer, in a slight French accent, responding to Christine. “Pithy, degenerate,” he continued in a slightly mocking tone.
“Hello?” Jules called out, as she walked further into the large open space flat. It was actually a converted warehouse, Christine had explained, when she’d given Jules the address as they both left the martial arts studio.
She heard the rapid tap of heels striking the wooden floors, hurriedly approaching. Soon, Christine came into view as she rounded the corner.
“Jules!” the woman greeted her warmly. “So glad you could make it.”
“Well, I lost the bet, remember?” Jules responded wryly. Christine laughed, ”It was a draw, remember? I was amazed. I’ve been doing his class ever since he opened, over 10 years ago. And by now, normally, I beat the people he’s had spar with me.” She motioned for Jules to follow her into the large flat.
“Patrick,” Christine called out to a tall silver-haired man, with leathery skin who was huddled behind a technician, adjusting a hot lamp.
He straightened up and gave Jules a smile, and stepped around the technician, heading towards Jules.
He extended a hand in greeting, “You must be Jules. I’m Patrick.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Jules said, shaking his hand, in response.
“No… the pleasure’s all mine,” he answered, then he reached out and pulled Jules’ chin up, gently turning her face from side to side, examining it.
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Thanks for the update….I feel the drama coming for Jules & Dianne.
Affair, assault which one I don’t know …… quite possible not either of
my scenarios, but I smell drama……
Enjoyed it. Thanks
I enjoy learning more about Jules and Diane. They are a nice addition to the Tibette story. I look forward to seeing more of these lovely ladies. And Krav Maga is totally hot! Who doesn’t love a beautiful woman who can kick ass?
I think it would be a good idea of Tom being the donor, with bette eggs, but with Tina carrying the child.
This was a good chapter as usual.
Thats not a bad idea Tom being a donor along with Bette’s egg and Tina is the surrogate. Problem is Tom a good guy??
If I am not mistaken, I read in the previous chapter that Bette and Tina did their homework in doing background checks on Tom, plus after meeting his family and having lunch with them I think solidify their decision.
Yes they did their background check. How is that they never found out about Tom’s family. Than for Bette to find out that Tom’s mother may have been an agent and a mathematical genius? Convienent for Bette to get those number deciphered.
I like the idea of Tom’s sperm and Bette’s egg with Tina being the birth mom. That way the kid will still be bi-racial, and also gets some good Bette genes in there!
Naysssssszzzzzz. ( Fistbumps all around.) thanks everyone.
Time to dance, I think.