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    Life Without Jenny (chapter 3)

    “Mamma B cooked for us tonight,” I said serving her a small piece of meat and cutting it for her.

    “It looks yummy, thank you Mamma B,” Angie said excitedly, grabbing her fork and stabbing a chunk of meat.

    I couldn’t help but smile at her antics as she scarfed the chunk down. I followed suit, cutting a piece off and eating it. “Wow, this is great!” I exclaimed leaning over to cut Bette’s meat and handing her the fork.

    “I’m glad you like it,” Bette said eating her first piece.

    “Mamma B,” Angie said, “why are your eyes covered? Did you hurt your eye?”

    “Er…yeah, that’s what happened,” Bette lied.

    I chuckled at the response and said, “yes, honey, today you can call Mamma B, Pirate B.”

    Bette scowled at the joke and I laughed loudly. “Pirate?” Angie repeated obviously not understanding.

    “Never mind, honey,” I said.

    “If I’m a pirate you’re my wench,” Bette murmured with a smirk.

    I gasped playfully and said, “wench huh?” I slipped my shoe off and rubbed my foot against her Bette’s leg. Bette tensed up and furrowed her brows.

    “What’s wrong, mommy?” Angie said.

    “Uh, nothing,” Bette said quickly trying to hide her reaction. I smirked as I inched my foot up Bette’s leg until it was rubbing against her inner thigh. I could tell her breath was picking up and I could see the beads of sweat rolling down her face. She continued eating, as to not make it obvious to Angie that something was wrong.

    “All done!” Angie said happily, putting down her fork.

    “Good job honey,” I said leaning my body forward and pressing my foot firmly against Bette’s center. She jumped up with a gasp and said, “y-yeah sweety, good job.”

    I smirked at her reaction then looked at Angie, “time for bed honey, go brush your teeth.”

    “Yes, mommy,” Angie said standing up. I removed my foot from its spot as Angie went around my chair to kiss me on the cheek, then did the same to Bette. “Good night,” she called as she ran down the hall towards her room.

    “Good night,” Bette and I said. I stood up and starting picking up the plates heading toward the kitchen.

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    1. hey great chapter, enjoyed Bette and Tinas fun time. Hope they do take on Max’s baby, i wanted them to in the series because he looked so lost! Thanks

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