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Intervention – Chpt 2
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Previously
“Bette, my dear, I’ve been in your situation. Many years ago. Helena wanted a kitten. Stubborn child. She virtually locked herself in her room until I agreed to get her one. She promised me she would take care of it. I told her I would not feed it, nor would I allow the servants to feed it. I told her it would need love and attention. Hers and hers alone.”
“And did she? I mean, did she behave responsibly as you required?” Bette asked.
“Oh, my heavens, yes, my dear. You should have seen her!”
“Really? Helena? I can’t imagine,” Bette exclaimed.
“I know it’s hard to envision, my dear. But Helena was an utter whiz at taking care of it,” Peggy boasted.
A shadow overcame the table.
Expecting the shrimp cocktails, Bette and Peggy peered up.
“Well, there you are at last, darling,” Peggy smiled.
Clueless to the conversation, Helena inquired while smiling hugely, “I was a whiz at taking care of what, Mummy?”
“Why, taking care of your little pussy of course!”
Chapter 2
“Mother! Must you always embarrass me?” Helena exclaimed, although good-naturedly.
Bette stifled a laughed, but smirked as she dipped her index finger into her drink and then sucked the liquid residue between her lips.
Peggy simply and quietly took another sip of her Boodles, but winked at Helena.
Sliding the strap of her purse from her shoulder, Helena began to pull out her chair. Their vigilant server, who was passing by with a tray tucked under his arm, quickly took over and permitted the beautiful woman to easily engage her shapely backside into the seat.
“Allow me, mademoiselle,” the eager waiter said.
“Thank you, young man,” Helena replied, with a polite look over her shoulder.
“May I bring you a cocktail, mademoiselle?” he replied, his face betraying his lustful admiration of the lovely woman with the British accent.
Helena glanced at Bette out of the corner of her eye as she removed the tip of her finger lazily from her mouth.
“I’ll just have what she’s having,” Helena answered with a nod in Bette’s direction.
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Lordy, you’re not going to make Franklin a good guy, are you? As for the ‘fun with the hired help’, I suspect its not that much fun FOR the hired help. Unless of course its one of Peggy’s studs-for-hire. Now zheese, if you can’t post (haste) every day, we understand. What was that Pointer Sisters song about a slow hand? They clearly didn’t mind taking the time to do things right.
I’m glad I checked before going off to sleep. This is quite enjoyable! …knew you’d be writing…I’m sure everyone is glad you didn’t have any distractions. Belle sez hi! >^..^< Catch ya soon.
Love it, love it, LOVE IT!!!
Love Peggy. Helena is a fast worker
that Peggy is a pistol!!!! Loved it!!!
Well I didn’t see that one coming. That’s one sly {eabody….now is someone playing matchmaker w/ Bette Porter and Helena Peabody….I can’t wait tof ind out. PPS!
i loved it….more!
Hello my sweet friend I’m so glad you decided to give it another try and good grieve what a marvelous chapter this was. You almost had me spit out my drink with Peggy’s comments to the hired help LOL. Take all the time you need to see where this story will go but I surely hope you will continue. Talk to you soon hun and thanks for posting even after a long and dreadful day (wink)
please post soon….
So loving this!!!! Now will Peggy leave Bette and Helena alone? Thanks PPWYC