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    Her Guardian – Chapter 9

    Story written on January 6, 2009 by ldw604.
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    The start of the weekend.

     

    “That sounds great.  I can make a salad if you have the things we need,” Tina is eager to help.

     

    “I do.  How about an early dinner?”

     

    “Works for me.  Let’s get started.”

     

    Bette goes outside to fire up the grill while Tina tries to get comfortable in Bette’s kitchen.  Bette seems to have every kitchen appliance ever created, but they all look like new.  What’s up with that?

     

    Bette comes back inside and takes the steaks from the fridge.  She has already seasoned them and wrapped the potatoes to throw on the grill as well.  Tina follows her outside.

     

    She takes in the beautiful back yard.  There is a swimming pool, a covered patio, lots of greenery and lots of places to sit.  “Do you entertain a lot?”

     

    “Yeah.  In the summer, we usually have a bar-b-que every weekend.  I have the biggest place of all my friends, so we usually have them here.”

     

    “Well that explains why everything in the kitchen looks brand new.  And your grill over there looks well used.”

     

    “Yeah, well I don’t cook a lot in the kitchen.  I do much better on the grill,” Bette explains.

     

    Tina walks up and puts her arms around Bette.  “I thought the omelets this morning were very good.”  She leans in the kiss Bette.  “So seems to me like you can cook in the kitchen just fine.”

     

    “Now breakfast is different.  I do pretty good at breakfast, lots of practice.”

     

    Tina raises an eyebrow.  “Really Miss Porter?  Lots of sleepovers that entail breakfast the next morning?”  Tina asks with just a hint of jealousy as she steps away from Bette.

     

    “Absolutely not Miss Kennard.  I don’t bring women home with me,” Bette fixes her with a glance.  “The breakfast practice comes from all my drunk friends crashing here after the bar-b-ques.  I cook breakfast for them to help sober them up.”

     

    “Bette, I don’t care what happened before.  We’re here now.  Let’s enjoy it.”  She kisses Bette quickly and walks back to the kitchen.

     

    Bette watches her go, feeling a little uneasy.  She returns to the grill to monitor dinner.  What the hell just happened?

     

     

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    5. Loved this: “How come Shane has met her and I haven’t?” – “Because I don’t want to scare her away” – p.s. Scare lamentamini… tell her Sam is actually Jodi, dressed up in a dog costume, stalking Bette!…

    9. I love them both. I would be hard pressed to choose between Bette or Tina, glad that I don’t have to. I would rather see them together with their friends. I can feel the love.

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