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    Dance With Us 7

    Carmen (looking at Shane then at Bette): Serious Philosophy here.  

    Papi (smiling): She’s got a point. Life is too dammed short for all the bullshit and wanting what we want until it ours.  

    Kit (wrapping her arms around her): Amen to that.  

    Papi (shutting the grill cover): Ten more minutes…

    Kitchen
    Dylan (backing up; the wicked looking knife in Helena’s hand, glistened in the low light): I’m sorry. Gods you don’t know how much I hate myself for hurting you. I lied, I lied about never wanting to see you again. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg…
     
    Helena (smirking): Oh you’ll be begging all right (advancing.)

    Dylan (grimacing): Lena, listen please. Can I just finish? (Backing into the wall; looking for an escape exit) Lena put the knife down…

    Helena (shaking her head): I learned an unfortunate but helpful lesson in prison. (Biting her lip) when I wasn’t being used like an inexpensive toy. (Pressing her body to Dylan’s; heat singing her senses) see when someone’s lying and they’re under pressure (her free hand resting beside Dylan’s head) they automatically tell the truth (trailing the knife down Dylan’s neck.) Say things they would never say. 

    Dylan (gulping; the cold metal against heated flesh was doing nothing to help calm her): If you want to make me bleed, fine. Is that what it would take for you to believe me? I’ll slit my own throat if it makes you feel better.

    Helena (pressing the knife to her throat): Shut up (pressing her face to Dylan’s neck) I’m talking. (Sneering) and it’s not nice to interrupt a Peabody when she’s talking.

    Dylan (suppressing the moan threatening to escape as she felt Helena’s breath on her neck; the cold metal blade moved down and then): Fuck (as Helena cut her shirt open partway. It left her chest exposed and that knife was dangerously close to cutting her heart out.)

    Helena (smiling): No, no darling. (Trailing the metal across heated flesh) deep breath. I’m going to ask questions and you’re going to answer or I can show you how they used to tattoo people, say about one thousand years ago. (Dylan nodded) now tell me…

    Comments

    1. Loved every single word. My girl Dylan is in. Auntie Dylan. Helena bette hang on to her. She is a keeper. Everyone seems so happy that is the way I like it thanks

    2. Pot and booze, my type of party. It’s nice to have everyone paired off. Now, are Catherine and Dusty really done, or are they going to regroup and get Helena??? How about some action. PPS

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