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    Stained – Chapter 10

     

    "Why Miss Porter, how nice of you to join us. I was about to roll out the red carpet to help you find us on time; a fact that you have once again proven yourself to be incapable of."

     

    "Oh, give me a break! I was already up before you even got to bed last night and besides, I’m only two minutes late! And no, I’m not buying you the fabulous dress."

     

    Alice‘s strict pose melted like snow and she resumed her pleading and begging one once again.

     

    "Come on! It’s the prettiest dress I ever saw and it’s gonna help me get laid. I want to marry it and I can’t ever be happy again without it. You just don’t want me to be happy or have a sex life!"

     

    "Alice, I no longer have any part in your sex life and I wish to keep it that way. Now, are you going to be a good girl or do I have to ground you again?"

     

    Alice crossed her arms over her chest, gave her best rebellious-teenager-sigh and reluctantly said: "Ooooookay." But she mumbled under her breath: "I bet Janet Jackson buys her poor friends lots of stuff."

     

    "I heard that. And Janet Jackson also flashes her boob on national television. You don’t see me going around indecently exposing myself on national TV, do you? Besides, I respect you to much to assume you only value our friendship because I have money." The last comment was delivered with an evil grin, because Bette knew Alice couldn’t retort to that one.

     

    "Damn it! Why do you have to be rich, beautiful AND witty? It’s so unfair!"

     

    "Alice, are you harassing the famous lady again?" They heard Shane yell from the living room. Bette and Alice joined the others.

     

    "Noooo." Alice said unconvincingly.

     

    "Was it working? ‘Cause I could use a new car…" Shane joked.

     

    "Maybe we should just sell those pictures of Bette singing karaoke when she was really, really drunk. What do you think Shane?"

     

    Bette eyes widened. "You have pictures of that?"

     

    "Of course I do. No matter how drunk, I know a good story when I see one. Well, maybe not a story, but surely good blackmail material." Alice‘s grin grew wider and wider. "I think things are beginning to look better for me and the fab dress. Maybe I could even get you to sponsor our trip to the Netherlands to get married once you see that picture of you dancing on the table in your underwear. I can already see the headlines; ‘Bette Porter, change of careers?"

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    1. Finally… And I haven’t strangled anyone either. That 3rd page is really fascinating, isn’t it? ;) Sorry to fuck up your reading by deleting the story and reposting it again, but the comment to your comment in this window didn’t work out either – one big sentence with about 500 words is not pleasant to look at. Going back to hitting my head against the wall now…

    2. I was a little surprised when half-way through reading, the story disappeared, but it came back and I’m happy that it did. Love the humour in the interaction between the group. Looking forward to the next chapter!

    3. absolutely love reading this story! and ur author’s comments too. in fact yours is the only one i read despite its length. love the humor! and i am with you about working under pressure. that’s how i’ve been coping with school for as long as i can remember:)

    4. And I thought I was the only one dreaming of the blond haired angel and the dark haired goddess. Those are some wild dreams that keep invading my sleep. I am glad that you can not go cold turkey on Fan Fiction writing. Just who do those professors think they are by making you take exams. Did you explain to them that you have fans who need to read your stories to brighten up their days? They should be ashamed of themselves for making your life miserable. I really do enjoy this story and only hope that you do well on your exams so that you can enlighten us with the ladies’ lives. (IC really has no clue how to enjoy her life, because she screwed the ladies’ lives up so badly).

    5. hey lady… i love this story… now i can’t always comment because i read a lot at work… and i can’t comment there… alice is alice in all of our stories and i love her… and i also love how you put the earring trick in this… noq get bette to call tina… or even tina could call bette to ask if she found her earing in the car… either way would be fine… but please do it soon… later babe… please continue

    6. Love is a battlefield…sounds like my first serious relationship. Oi! I LOL’d at the carnival photos. xD I’m sorry this comment sucks so bad. I had a 3-hour drive earlier and I’m just feeling generally crappy. =/

    7. Love this story, and all your ramblings. Alice is Alice, loved Shane’s cos I could use a car. The ole earring trick, thankfully we never get tired of it. Can’t wait for more, but studies first.

    8. This Alice is so funny, sorry for all the trouble for the posting but it worthy this is good. continue let me see what will you do with the earing thing.

    9. So fucking hilarious, but I missed B&T in this chapter. Please bring them togehter soon – I love this story and Bette is just amazing, I love your Bette :o))

    10. I’m far too tired to leave an intelligent comment, but here goes: Groupiness, nice. Bette & Alice, funny. Next chapter, looking forward to.

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