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Summer Vacation. Chapter 33
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Helena shook her head, “Nu uh …” she rolled herself over, straddling the middle of Alice’s abdomen with her sweaty glistened thighs, “maybe I’m not ready to let you go yet?”
Their eyes met, locked together briefly for a split second as both pairs spoke silently, passing between them an understanding that there wouldn’t just be one night, but many.
“I love you …” Alice whispered, almost afraid of her own words as they left her mouth.
Helena grinned, leaning in to capture Alice’s bottom lip between her own, gently but possessively, she kissed her long and deep, leaving the blond exhausted and pleading silently for air,
“I love you too.”
Alice left her as she slept, exhaustion finally overtaking her as she gave in to rest, falling asleep with one arm and one leg pinning Alice’s naked body to the centre of the bed. She extracted herself slowly, smiling as Helena turned in her sleep, murmuring peacefully as she dreamt through her happiness, content once again to share her life with another person.
That person was her. They’d gone full circle, and ironically the thought of it made Alice remember Bette’s words when she and Tina had reunited for good, stating that she knew it would be okay because going back to Tina felt like going home again.
She grabbed a robe from the back of the door and threw it around herself, stepping quietly down the cool staircase in pursuit of water to rehydrate her aching body, reassured in the knowledge that neither of Helena’s children were home.
Downstairs in the kitchen, she heard footsteps overhead, pausing silently to listen, her head craned towards the spiral staircase that lead down to the basement kitchen. Above her, the owner of the footsteps began to walk away from where she stood, heading in the direction of the open lounge,
“Helena?”
It seemed whoever it was had gone out of earshot. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and made her way back upstairs,
“Helena?”
No answer,
“Helena?”
She made her way through the lounge, heading in the direction of the open patio door, slightly scared, in the dead of the night Helena’s beach side home seemed isolated and creepy,
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Lottie’s dad is a real piece of work, I hope he loses every penny of her fortune. Bette has to prove who she is right just pull out her birth certificate or do a DNA test or something so the stupid board can shut up. Bette needs to stick close to Lottie so she doesn’t get railroaded by all the stuff shirts.
A great chapter….thankyou, I love to watch this play out…you’re the best!!!
A real peice of shit you mean One.Loved it.Some times friends are better than family.What about your other story?
Daddy is not only an asshole (here in the US it’s an unhyphenated compound word, I suspect our swearing on the whole is cruder and harder edged. But I could be wrong, in which case you can call me a fucking shithead), but something of a moron. Just totally stupid, backassward tactics. Perhaps due to the blindness of a misogynist, but his ploy to control his daughter utterly backfired. Oh well, couldn’t happen to a less likable fellow. Tough shit on him. Somehow a damp crotch seems fitting.
And yeah, bring us more of the other story. It’s been so long I can’t even remember the name of it anymore.
I am so happy to see this story updated! Wow, Jeffery is some piece of work! I so loved the dram of everything! Post soon!
Well they say the best revenge is success. Go kick some a** Bette and Lottie! Then we’ll see who has the last laugh! thanks for updating sofa, love your writing, always glad to see a chapter!
excellent, sofa. Love the “all for one” mentality of the group. Instead of just the glass of water being emptied, Tina could have up-ended the entire table…pathetic little man! Thanks for the chapter. As long as you keep writing, I’ll keep commenting… responses or not.
Hels & Alice: awwwwww! Lottie’s dad: boooooo! Bette & Lottie: right on! Tina saying this: “Bette and I don’t play games, it causes fights,” made me laugh… and again, Lottie’s dad, and his stodgy cronies: two thumbs down for them. Sooooo glad Bette poured water on him. I hope they take that board down. So good, sofa. So good. Post when you can. Thanks
I am glad that you are still continuing with this story. Money has a way of corrupting people. It seems Jeff is all into the money and power and to hell with family. If he really knew Maxine then he would know that what Bette and Lottie have planned is what Maxine would have wanted.
Sofa, your writing is phenomenal. I love this story! Too bad Lottie’s dad and “the board” didn’t take the proper time to get to know B&T and all of Lottie’s friends. Bette pouring the water on him was an excellent touch – LMAO at that! I’m sure B&T and the gang will be thrilled to “keep” Lottie, as they already had their hearts set on it. I can see how Lottie’s father would have some fear about the changes, but he should have been a little more humble and open to Lottie’s feelings and thoughts, especially when you consider that Lottie basically has the final say about what goes. I love how they were all there to support Lottie, and the way you write makes it all seem even better. Thanks Sofa! Can’t wait for the next chapter!
Lotties dad is an jack ass and hope someone will kick his ass soon and his stupid friends too!
luv the glass in the lap…pps
oooo, that was fun…didn’t english boarding schools ruin helena? maybe i shall reassess my assumptions about such things:) very lovely and angsty chapter. glad the young ‘uns worked out their differences, and *very* happy with the way you’ve handled alice and helena…i like the way you write ’em, way way sweet. lottie’s dad, yeah:( but i’m looking forward to reading the big dramas ahead :)
oh, i forgot to rate this. funnyone, you should hear some of there swear/insults over there…they’re wicked good fun. i thought i’d share–i’ve just spent half an hour looking up zombified my little pony and someone *has* done it. sofa, can lottie and jo play some zombie video games in an upcoming story? *snicker* xo luv
This was a great chapter. Bette and Lottie’s mom had really bad taste in men. What a jerk Lottie’s dad is. Can’t wait for Lottie and Bette to get down to business and kick all those jerks to the curb.
Hi sofa, this is the first time I’ve commented on your story but I’ve been reading it since the beginning and I LOVE it! It’s my birthday today, and it was so nice to wake up to a new installment of your story! Love the group interactions, and Lottie’s gradual realization that this is who she is, and this is her home. In some ways, she reminds me of my own self-discovery…thanks so much for writing this awesome story, with all its drama & sweetness!
Perhaps ‘crude’ was a poor choice of words on my part. Yes, indeed, our linguistic cousins on the other side of the Atlantic can be wonderfully crude in their cursing. What I so ineptly was trying to express was that in the US we tend to be less shall I say artistic? in our use of foul language; crude in the sense of primitive. I’m blaming this on the fact that I’d spent the evening with my nutty aunt. A very nice woman, but wacky. In any case, I think I just earned the ‘fucking shithead’ title for clumsy use of the language. But hb, who could possibly done anything with a zombified my little pony? As the great John McEnroe (at least on court) used to say (and in fact won’t STOP saying) “You cannot be serious!”.
Hate the dad, love the rest :) Great update, please post soon :)