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    Disappearing

    She mustered up a red-faced temper tantrum. “You’re kidding, right?” she yelled back at him. “$150 for a rotting building in a low traffic area that’s had no success of selling?” She took a wild guess before he could recover from his surprise at being yelled at by this slight, pretty young woman. “This thing’s been in the market for, like, three weeks, right?”

    His look of surprise told her she’d hit the mark.

    “And I’ve been the only serious buyer, right?”

    The man was apoplectic, but she cut him off, flicking an imaginary speck of dust from her shoulder, and didn’t bother looking at him again. She’d noticed earlier that he really hated it when her attention wandered from him, when her eyes went everywhere but his face.

    “You’re dreaming if you think you can get anyone other than me to pay you a dime above $90 for this place.” The way she’d said, “this place,” made it sound like she was doing him a favor by negotiating to get the property off of his hands. Which was, in a way, truly true. No one was beating a path to his door to even look at the place, by the looks of things.

    He grew even more red-faced. “$90? $90? There’s no way I’m selling this at $90. $100. Final price.”

    “$95, and you make sure I’ve got new environment licenses for a water pump, new sewer, possible new construction, plus I keep the food and liquor license, a new retail license, and every other permit I’m gonna need.”

    They stared at each other over the hood of Bette’s SUV.

    “You have some nerve, talking to me like that,” the man started to say.

    Bette shot back, “Why? Because you’re the shark around here?”

    “No, it’s be-because, you’re just a woman beggin’ to be told off, and a nigg-..”

    Before he could utter the N word, Bette banged her hand down on her own vehicle. “You just shaved $10 from the last price I quoted you, mister. And if you don’t give this to me at $85, I. Am. Walking. Which will be just great, because this is your last chance of making a dime on that building!”

    Kaci, I have no idea why you arranged for me to end up here. Was it my sparkling personality? Hah! There is no way I am going to blend in amidst people like this jackass. I stick out like sore thumb out here!

    There better be something worth running to at the end of all this.

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    1. Hey skydancer,

      It is so great you are back with another incredible story!

      I am grateful to the someone who sent you the draft.

      It is a fantastic first chapter and like Bette “There better be something worth running to at the end of all this.” But knowing you it will be worthy!

    2. Hello! Am glad the story is finding an audience. Was working on the next couple of chapters but am revising aspects of what’s going on, bec I think we’re not allowed to post sexy scenes. And you know how the Bette in my stories likes to play.

      Let me know if you think this story continues to work!

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