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    Dance With Us 14

    Paul (proudly): I’ll see you Friday. Ms. Porter it was a pleasure meeting you.

    Kit (shaking his hand): You too and you can call me Kit.

    Papi (climbing on board): Come on baby (reaching out her hand and finding soft lips pressed to her own.) Hi…

    Kit (swatting her ass): I’ll give you hi. You’re borrowing a yacht.  
     
    Papi (nodding; starting the engines): Yep. Two days of floating in the Pacific, no distractions, no stress, no worries. And yes the girls know and things are fine, Lara has The Planet and Hit under control. (Smiling) so sit back relax and enjoy the ride. There should be some fresh coffee ready and plenty of juice. Now let’s see (inching the throttle forward slowly and leave the dock.)

    Kit (fighting tears; no one had ever treated her like this, ever loved her like this): I love you.

    Papi (smiling): Love you too…

    Tina and Bette’s House
    Bette (stepping out of the shower and wrapping a robe around herself; looking at Tina sleeping on the bed, her hair fanned out, her body barely covered with the sheet; drying herself off she put on her jeans and gabbed another tank top; leaning down she kissed Tina on the lips): I love you (brushing back a stray lock of hair.)

    Tina (mumbling): Love you too.

    Bette headed for the kitchen, finishing up dinner preparations. It was 730 and Dylan and Helena would be here any minute.
    She turned the sauce back on low and put the two loaves of Italian Bread on the counter. Grabbing the minced garlic and butter she put a small pan on the stove and made the garlic butter for the bread.

    Alice and Tasha’s House
    Alice (coming in from the garage to find her partner cooking and Angie watching intently): Hi (leaning down and kissing Angie on the cheek then kissing Tasha) what are you making, baby?

    Tasha (kissing her softly): Barbecued chicken, mashed potatoes and salad. Pool’s ready, just did another reading now, there’s some cold wine if you want.

    Alice (picking up Angie): What about you Boo?  

    Angie (wrapping her arms around her): Play with me…

    Alice (smiling): Sure, let me go change okay.

    Comments

    1. This story is quite complex, and well thought out. The underlying implications are way beyond what I would have ever thought of with these four individuals.

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