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Soft Spoken Secrets # 6
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The scent of juvenile nights. The memory of stolen kisses on the girls bathroom; of holding hands….The colors the first kiss; The amazing feelings… sex with your first and in her case, unique love; the unforgettable nights full of laughs and music.
The smell brought her beaches, streets, home, stairs, pools, parties, places…love.
The odor conveyed juvenile wrongs. Sad departures. Inconsequent options. Painful choices. Wrong alternatives.
“…Tina…Are you ok?” Alice knew what hit Tina.
The doorbell shouted twice while Tina tried hard to recompose herself. She could not erase the shock she was living inside, but she had to build a façade, like she did so many times in her life before.
Nonetheless , the upheaval still on her face.
“I’ll get it…I’ll get it…” Madison shouted from the hall. She was completely excited about her “diva’s” visit. That was how Tina had nicknamed Madison’s teacher and her daughter didn’t deny her. Tina remembered:
“Yeah…She is also a diva, mom…If you were at least bi, you’d fall for her the second you’d seen her. I bet! Just like we did! ”
“I don’t doubt of that, sweetie!” Tina agreed, but finished with an enigmatic sentence. “But, we have to talk about something, Mad…Later…This week… The “at least” part of your sentence…”
“Ok, mom…Sure, but…” Madison stopped her track. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, dear…yes…”
“Whenever you want, mom!”
“Whenever I could, Boo…So much work this week…”
And Tina’s confession remained unknown to Madison.
Tina tried to quiet her inner tumult, but it was an unable tentative. She was divided between her memories and her worry about Madison. Tina was very worried about this diva, this muse and her daughter. She didn’t know what kind of relationship they were sharing and she also didn’t find ethic their involve. But, first of all, she needed to see them together.
The blond was uneasy and unsettle.
“Tina… Are you..?” Alice tried again.
“… I would be fine, Al…Just give five minutes… Thanks…”
Alice knew Tina was lying once more. Alice asked her friend the same question, about the same subjective a thousand times, and Tina’s answer was always the same: a lie.
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Helena belled again.
“Wait, Hel…Bloody hell!” Bette gave her best Britannic accent again. It was funny how Bette could naturally adapt her accent to British, when Helena was around.
The moment the door opened was the moment Madison hugged Bette tight. Helena and Dana were more surprised with their comfort.
Besides, Bette hugged Madison tight also, which made Helena and Dana even more worried. The British decided to cease the effusive manifestation of affection.
“Hello?! Hello!? Hi! I’m Helena. Bette’s other best friend.”
Madison and Bette stopped the embrace and the younger brunette offered her hand. “Sorry…sorry…Hel…I missed Bette this week. Oh…I’m happy to have you all here…”
Helena turned to face her friend.
“She’s cute, Bette. Really! Now I know why the infatuation…”
Bette rolled her eyes and Madison blushed, but decided to ignore Helena’s remark.
“Thanks, but you ladies …you’re too much for a young heart like mine…” Madison took the view of the three beautiful women. “And I just love your accent Helena… And look at you, Dane…” Madison embraced Dana dearly. “ It’s good to see you again!”
“She’s a younger version of Porter, Dane… A brute diamond, but still a beautiful and unusual diamond. You’re completely right!” Helena shot to Dana. And Dana blushed when Bette turned to her. Bette choked.
The professor gave her hand to Madison. “Sorry for that, Mad…You know…My friends got some problems…”
“Sure…Sure…B… I know exactly what you mean…you still didn’t know my aunts…”
“B? Fuck Bette…You are in trouble!” And Helena was the first to get into the house.
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How could u stop there, man, lol Great chapter pps:)
I think that there should be some sort of penalty for the great writers who cross the line from teasing to stalling….:-) Oh well all good things come to those who wait – they just have to!!!:-)
Braz… I loved that one for sure but I need you to give us what we want darling… Bette&Tina&Mad in the same room…don’t tease ok? Beijossss
A faggot is a bundle of sticks, hence my (not-so-funny) joke about it in my last comment. lol Over the years though it somehow morphed into meaning a gay man.
Braz dear, I was happy to see this one posted. I’ll be nice and not say FINALLY! * arching brow * Don’t you forget, I KNOW how long you are holding out on everyone. Anyway, excellent chapter, but then again I’ve shared that with you already. I will say, that your author’s notes are so heartfelt. I can attest to the uncertainty you were feeling in writing something that could be “sensitive” and perceived as something hateful. Braz, like I told you before, a good writer has no boundaries. You are willing to take pieces of life that cause discomfort, and bring them into a story so that you can display NOT so much the hate, but the ignorance at it’s best. To write a story absent from some of that truth that lies within society, may be a good story, but sometimes it just lacks that challenge, and can also draw a line between a good writer and a fabulous one. You travelled a road that was crafted completely by you and not influenced in any way, except to write a story while bringing some harsh elements of life into it. You did an EXCELLENT job my friend, and I’m so very proud of the woman you are. You are a fearless writer, and I have SO much respect for you because of that. You write with difference and indifference all in one chapter sometimes, and that is a quality that is endearing when it comes to the written word. Henry David Thoreau had said it best when he said “Say the thing with which you labor. It is a waste of time for the writer to use his talents merely. Be faithful to your genius. Write in the strain that interests you most. Consult not the popular taste.” That last piece, “Consult not the popular taste” is what I live by every day that I put my thoughts on paper, whether it is writing Fan Fiction or a lesbian novel. That quote reminds me so much of you. Never change Braz. Sometimes it can be the “unpopular” that is actully the most “popular.” Love, Hugs, and Kisses of course. OH and about that email. MY GOD!!!! That was delightfully delectible shall we say? xoxo
Dear Braz, great update. Now, Marsha & I assume that the fireworks between B&T will start, as soon as they lay eyes on each other. Wink, wink. Let us be romantic and sappy about it, dear friend. As for Madison, we believe it’s natural to have a crush on your teacher and if it is Bette, well she’s more than a bonnus (or X-mas present). Hahaha PPS Lucero and Marsha
My goodness this is becoming weird and exiting. Would love to see the face of Bette and surely Tina. Now I understand the cigarettes. Thanks.
YEAHHHH… I’m just back from the festival and the movie was a real pleasure (Finn’s daughter if you can see it), and a very good concert before, which was a treat… and now your post, which is the (almost) the best night cap I could dream of -the best would be Caramel skin ;-) — this was brilliant, and funny, and now I understand the undertitle ;-) Tomorrow, 3 more movies, and I hope great cinema ;-° I’ve thought of you while trying to shoot photos, but the light was really impossible — hope to read you soon Honey ;-*
I get the feeling that Bette and Tina may already know each other. The Boo comment that Tina made is what Bette always calls Angelica. I am probably wrong but it sounded good in my insane head.
This is getting better and better. Ohh B&T meet again and now let see the shock they gonna have lol. Please post soon, thanks!
OH my darling Braz!!! haha, no worries hun the chair belongs to you and only you!! Things right now are just not going very well,eight years ago I lost the only person I trusted my life with,who raised,who was not my mother, passed away to cancer. Right now someone so close and related to me has cancer and things are not looking any better, it’s hard and scary everyday. ……But you babe are queen of the chair!!! Thanx 4 posting babe,mwahhh!!
Shit, NOW I recognize “gudang garam.” I was BIG on clove cigarettes when I was in college and once in awhile after, though I don’t recall smoking those particular ones. Damn now I miss my cloves. That would be the one thing I miss about smoking.