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    I Fall Behind pt.5

        ”If you like what you see, I could show you more.”
        
        Bette’s mouth fell open for real this time.

        “What? Uh, yeah actually I was just admiring your
    necklace! That’s a lovely pendant you have there. Is that a diamond?
    It’s lovely!” Bette suddenly morphed into the charming but remote woman
    that kept the West Hollywood ***** community gritting their teeth. “I was
    just in New York last month and I happened to pass by Tiffany’s. I was
    drawn to the diamonds display. Did you know that they can make diamonds
    out of the ashes of dead people now? No? It’s true! Wonderful how
    technology is so impertinent these days isn’t it? Take this issue on
    cloning for instance…”

        Tina felt like she was snatched from a date with
    Bette and dumped into a lecture hall with Ms. Porter. She watched in
    utter fascination as the woman in front of her gestured elaborately to
    illustrate a point. Now this woman was passionate and entertaining but
    there was something definitely strange about her. She seemed like a
    professional stage actor trying to distract the audience from a falling
    stage prop. Where was the dorky Greta Garbo? Where did this university
    lecturer dump her?

        “Excuse me, Bette, but you have a spot of sauce
    right here…” Tina reached forward and put the pad of her thumb
    against Bette’s chin, just below her lips. Bette froze. Her carefully
    arranged mental note cards flew haphazard in the sudden wind.

        “Funny thing is, here’s another one,” Tina lifted
    her thumb about a millimeter from Bette’s skin and slowly moved it down
    the line of her throat. It landed gently on the hollow between her
    collar bones. Bette let out a small strangled cry.
       
        “Do you… do you want to know how cloning’s performed?”

        Tina smiled gently and shook her head no.

        Bette remained motionless for a beat. Then she shook
    herself out of her thrall. “Oh thanks for getting that,” she smiled
    charmingly but noticably pulled away. “I’m a rather messy eater. It’s a
    good thing this isn’t tomato sauce or else you’ll be slathered in it by
    now,” Bette heard what she said and mentally slapped herself, “I mean,
    well, tomato sauce is a notoriously difficult stain to remove. I’ve had
    many suits ruined by tomato sauce. It’s strange because only the kind
    that comes in cans really stains. Homemade tomato sauce, I’m told,
    doesn’t stain as much… Perhaps that’s one of those old wives’ tales.
    But anyway…”

    Comments

    1. Yow, delectable, delightful, delicious… Tina, godess that she is takes on a new and thrilling life in your hands, Bette doesn’t stand a chance…does she…please post soon, I love your story.

    2. I think that Tina is the cat and one Bette Porter is the mouse. Playing games with Bette.Bette will soon be begging to be eaten.Yes pun intended that was a awesome chapter, thanks

    3. very nice! Tina is very sexy as the huntress. Poor Bette is really in for it now. Can’t wait for you next post. I guess it is too much to ask for another one today. sigh. I know it is.

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