Bette (leaning over): Are you all right?

Peggy (caressing her face): Perfect darling. (Looking around) absolutely perfect.

Catherine’s Home
Kelly (leaning against the shower wall; shivering; trying to stop shaking and crying): Dammit (Dusty had come home a while ago and proceeded to join them. It was she never felt that scared, terrified or empty in her life. That was woman was mean and crazy. She had gotten up once Dusty had fallen to sleep and briefly wondered about Catherine. Those two so deserved each other.)

Dusty (pulling open the shower curtain): Leaving so soon?

Kelly (shutting the water off): Yes. It’s after nine and I have a gallery to run, artists to meet.

Dusty (her lust was far from sated): You don’t have to leave so soon.

Kelly (trying not to grimace as Dusty touched her): Yes (closing her eyes as the same hands she had witness spank her lover’s with brutality now were gently drying her.) Yes I do. I can come over tomorrow night.

Dusty (caressing her face; seeing the fat lip from earlier; relishing in her screams): I want you to stay tonight. Catherine loves company and I can offer her so little. (Wrapping her arms around her, making sure she felt the “little” surprise she had on.

Kelly (her eyes wide): Um I have that is…

Dusty (picking her up and carrying her back to the bedroom): Relax (laying her on the bed and kissing her brutally. Something about her stirred the fire in her blood past the boiling point. Grabbing her legs she placed them on her shoulders and shoved the toy inside her.)

Kelly (screaming): Stop, stop please…

Dusty (gleeful): I’m going to fuck you better than anyone ever has or ever will.

Tina and Bette’s House Living Room
Tina (shutting the door behind Kit and Papi; everyone had gone home except Dylan, Helena and Peggy): It’s after nine. I’m going to go check on Angie and change.

Bette (grabbing her hand): You’re coming back down, right?

Tina (leaning up and brushing her lips against Bette’s): Yes. We can watch that movie with what’s his name and those fallen angels.

Bette (watching her ass sashay back and forth as she walked upstairs): That’s Prophecy dear.