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    Dance With Us 18

    Alice and Tasha’s House
    Alice (sitting on the edge of the bed; wincing at Tasha yelling on the phone): She’s pissed and I’d hate to be whoever it is on the other end. (Sliding in bed and picking up the book she was reading as Tasha came tearing in the bedroom) baby…

    Tasha (growling): I’m going to kill someone slowly and painfully…

    Alice (watching as Tasha paced): Can I help?

    Tasha (turning around): Yes (taking a calming breath) you hold them down while I beat the living shit out of whoever is responsible for this cluster fuck.

    Alice (standing up; walking over to her): You’re going to catch the bastard and they’ll pay. (Wrapping her arms around her) come to bed. It’s been a long day and tomorrow’s going to be even longer.

    Tasha (kissing her neck): Yeah (leaning back and placing a tender kiss on her lips.) I love you…

    Alice (smiling): Love you too.

    Tina and Bette’s House Upstairs
    Shane (coming out of Angie’s bedroom): Sound asleep.

    Carmen (placing the laundry basket of towels in the bathroom): Good. Poor kid…

    Shane (wrapping her arm around her waist): Yeah (yawning) let’s go downstairs and see what else we can do…

    Carmen (yawning): See what you started (kissing her on the cheek..)

    Shane (smirking): Well usually what I start I can finish.

    Kitchen
    Kit (putting groceries away): Well that should keep for a few days.

    Papi (sitting down): Who knew Publix could be so packed on a Monday night (yawning.) Sorry…

    Kit (setting a cup of coffee in front of her): Little coffee lot’s of cream and sugar (brushing back her hair.)

    Papi (pulling her into her lap): Mmm (leaning up for a kiss as Helena walked in.)

    Kit (laughing): I don’t think I could fit into your coffee mug…

    Helena (shaking her head): Let’s not go there. (Grabbing her own cup of coffee and taking a sip) Tina should be here in a while…

    Kit (squeezing Helena’s hand): How were they?

    Helena (leaning back): Tina’s mad Bette’s high on painkillers…

    Comments

    1. Sorry about your losses. I hope you are well and everything will be better for you soon. Thank you for sharing this story with us. Hope Bette gets well soon.

    2. Sorry for your losses. I hope you begin to feel better. Thanks for bringing this story back. I was just re-reading this story this past week and was hoping it would be brought back soon. So glad to see it here tonight! PPS!

    3. Sorry to heard about your loss and hope everything gonna be ok and god bless you and your family. That was good and hope Bette get well soon. Glad to catch up with your story and love it, can’t wait to see more, thanks!

    4. So sorry to hear what you’ve gone through. Happy to see this story back. Hope you feel up to posting more, but understand if you can’t right now. Take care.

    5. I had almost forgotten about this one, can justice please be served on this bitch before one of the girls does something that lands them where she should have been a long time ago. Having her harassed and beaten up by other prisoners for several months before being shanked seems fitting to me. So sorry to hear of your loss and illness. If you can PPVS

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