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    Just Us (part 3)

    Bette smiled, “Engaged, wow, who’s the lucky …?”

    “Tess,” Leigh cut her off, “she’s a TA here, for one of your professors actually,”

    Bette paused, open mouthed and a little startled, trying her best to recall a TA called Tess,

    Leigh smiled, “Red hair, blue eyes, killer smile …. Scottish …?”

    Slow realisation dawned on Bette, “Oohhh, of course, Tess,”

    “So anyway,” said Leigh, patting Bette lightly on the shoulder, “we’re having a party this Friday, if you can make it, just a few people, a small get together of friends to celebrate, it won’t just be couples,” she added, trying the hard sell on Bette,

    Bette paused, convinced that if they hadn’t run in to one another in the hallway then she wouldn’t have been invited. Not that she had any plans. Tina was taking off to her parents with Angelica and whilst the invitation for her to join them hadn’t *not* been extended, it also hadn’t been forthcoming either. So with the two of them out of town and work at the university heading towards the summer lull it was shaping up to be a quiet weekend,

    “Um …”

    “Come …” Leigh pressed, animated and eager to get going in search of her girl, “you never know,” she teased with a twinkle in her eye, “there might be someone there you’ll like?”

    Which was the precise same argument Kit had used when she’d told her about it during her customary drop by the Planet on her way home the evening of the party.

    “So what are you doing sitting here?” Kit teased, watching the pout emerge on her younger sisters lips as she sprouted forth the many reasons she had for not attending Leigh’s impromptu invitation,

    “I’m hardly dressed for it,” Bette pleaded,

    Claiming to be no expert on fashion Kit looked her up and down; nice shoes, pencil shirt, elegant fitted shirt, jacket, nice jewellery, “What on earth are you talking about,” Kit teased, “you look better than I do when I go off to flirt with the bank manager once a month!”

    “Kit!” Bette chuckled, “I wasn’t planning on going there to flirt,”

    “But you ‘are’ going?”

    “Maybe …”

    Kit smiled and swiftly took back the coffee she’d just made for her, “Go on … scoot, scram, get out of here, you’ve got two options, you either go to this party or you go home, one way or another for tonight, you’re bared!”

    Comments

    1. i love how bette is dealing with her control issues in this one…how she’s coming round to seeing how she should move on with her life. fantastic post babe, absolutely wicked good. i have more to say, but want to re-read first. you get a thousand kisses from me for writing this:)

    2. Very very nice. I am so glad helebette convinced you to write another installation. I love your little snippets. I love how you write them together despite your Tibette heart. Now I will have to go back and read the last two. Woe is me.

    3. Who’s that fool damning with faint praise and falling off the couch? *g* This was more than just ‘bloody fantastic’ I think you just revolutionised the Belena manifesto! ROFL

    4. i’m with halfofone! revolution! i tell you, you’re my favorite writer e.v.e.r…and i am not a fool when it comes to that. just when it comes to…other stuff. this is just so well written, the whole series really. ironically, it has inspired me to write some tibette tonite. *giggles*

    5. Gee, I guess I’m a little late to the party. I blame Leigh for not extending the invitation earlier. Or maybe I should blame you for not posting before I had to split for my usual Sunday rounds of visiting family. Very nice to see you again, don’t be such a stranger. Of course I agree with everyone. Have you revived helebette yet? And don’t forget London Town. Just because you have a demanding career is no excuse to ignore your public.

    6. I’m back. I guess it’s only fair that I give you some grief over having the American Bette speak British as I do it to a couple of other authors here all the time. American suspenders go over the shoulders and hold up pants. (And yes, HB has made me aware of what ‘pants’ means in Britspeak). Helena can call the intimate apparel holding up her hose (no, not the kind you water your garden with) as suspenders, but to Bette they’d be garters/garter belt. Christ, just a couple of key strokes and you could give us a good excuse, like Bette spent a year in England as an exchange student or something. Now don’t get your knickers in a knot over this.

    7. Well funnyone, I for one am *very* glad you cleared that up because braces (as we call the over the shoulder trouser holding up thingies here) are NOT very sexy at all … *grin*

    8. I’m learning to translate things immediately, so i had no problem with the suspender issue…though, sweety, i must say, i *do* have suspenders that are rather sexy…as in the over the shoulder variety…i used to wear them in hanging down with a white tank top, like the rhiannah S.O.S. video. lol..i like your version of suspenders better though;)

    9. I’m glad you took that so well, sofa. It’s a pet peeve of mine, unless one is attempting to speak with tongue in cheek, in which case it might be utterly incomprehensible. Sounds like HB’s recovered enough to pick herself up off the floor. Maybe she needs to be suspended from the ceiling to prevent further falls.

    10. i’m sorry, what is your pet peeve funnyone? someone’s tongue in your cheek, or an otherwise naked woman wearing suspenders? i’m confused…and i’m not sure i believe you either way. *snickers and runs away*

    11. Why, neither, you little scamp! It’s been a while, but I have rather fond memories of tongues in cheeks, fore and aft, if you know what I mean. And while I’ve tended not to be so into the lingerie thing, prefering a more direct, just get rid of the underwear (if any) approach, if it’s merely a matter of A GARTER BELT and nothing else, I really don’t see an obstacle. I just find Americans speaking (posing) as though they are English to be precious, rather like middle-class, suburban white kids here in the corn-fed midwest trying to sound ‘ghetto’.

    12. LOL … ok, in future I’ll have Bette have been suitably schooled in the ways of mine and Helena’s ‘Englishisms’ .. so as to avoid confusion, it’s hard for us poor Brits you know … wondering what weird thing you guys call apparel we know and understand so well ….. *wink*

    13. Oh and you know, *pants* …. are underpants, always have been always will be, to call my trousers my underpants confuses me daily, in more ways than one !!!!

    14. schooled in what way, dear? will helena be her teacher? teacher…oh dear…*falls off couch again* fyi, i have started refusing to call my slacks pants now. it’s even more confusing for me because i’m neither american nor british…c’est la vie, c’est la vie. (back to thinking about helena as some kind of school teacher)

    15. Hello, I have just discovered this thanx to hb, but I don’t want to intrude. I am very glad funny cleared up the suspenders thing, I was confused all the way through but my god this was hot. I think that those who write scorching hot belena should like TELL people so that people would KNOW! Hello sofa I am friend and giver of hard time to hb, who apparently you know already. :)

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