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    Summer Vacation. Chapter 50

    “Come on then Casanova!” she chuckled, pulling Bette to stand, “lets get you out of that suit.”

    Bette giggled drunkenly, “Aww …” she pinched Tina’s bottom as she walked away first, “I was hoping we could play ‘the businesswoman and the secretary …’?”

    Tina pulled her along in the direction of the stairs, rolling her eyes demurely, “Depends,” she paused, working her way up Bette’s slender calves with her eyes, “this secretary woman, what’s she like? Are we talking Marilyn Monroe in ‘as young as you feel’? or Lois Maxwell as Moneypenny ‘on her Majesty’s secret service’?”

    Bette screwed up her eyes to think, still following Tina up the stairs, “Neither,” she settled on decisively, “how about Maggie Gyllenhaal and I tie you to the chair?”

    Tina burst out laughing, “Yeah right, knowing my luck you’d tie me up and then fall asleep and start snoring.”

    Bette pulled at the back of Tina’s pants, turning her around, “I don’t snore.”

    Tina paused and kissed the top of her head, “Baby, after a bottle and a half of champagne, everybody snores …”

    Upstairs in the bedroom she helped Bette off with her shoes and stockings, unzipping her skirt and unbuttoning her shirt, leaving her lying there in a heap of churlish giggles as she took off her own clothes and then slipped on a robe, tip toeing down the coridoor to check on Angie.

    She stared through the open crack in the door at their sleeping daughter, half hanging out of bed the same way she always slept and wondered if deciding to have another baby might not seriously impede their good sex life since Bette had got up and down every five minutes until Angie turned three to check she was asleep and not about to be scarred by the sound of her parents having raucous sex at all hours of the morning.

    Back in the bedroom she straddled Bette’s belly where she lay in the same spot she left her on her side of the bed, feet touching the floor.

    “If we have another baby,” Tina asked, hypothesising, “do you think we’ll need to get a bigger place?”

    Bette opened her eyes and blinked. “Babies aren’t very big Tee.”

    Tina chuckled, “Not at first, no …” She leant down and kissed Bette’s cherry lips, tasting faint traces of toothpaste and in the background the aroma of French grapes. “But they have an unfortunate habit of turning into adults!”

    Comments

    1. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. At first I thought Jenny killed herself, a classic, childish “you’ll be sorry when I’m gone” move to fuck everyone over. I’ve since recalled Agatha Christie’s “Murder on the Orient Express” in which the entire first class passenger list was guilty of killing someone they all hated. I think Jenny’s behind the collapse of Wall Street and the international banking system. Shoot her now! That miserable little crunt! So sofa, does this mean you’re back, really and truly back to stay? Please say yes. And then keep your word. Now, I don’t want to revive the whole ‘pants’ controversy (you can put the accent on whatever syllable you like), I say let sleeping pants lie, but just to avoid confusion: UK ‘pissed’=drunk, US ‘pissed’=angry.

    2. Jenny. Always Jenny. But lemme come out of Rhett Butler mode, and give the wee spiteful thing the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it’s not? Maybe it’s Mr Crantz, on some attempt to discredit all of them? Or something? Really, though, I’m thinking Jenny is to blame for Al & Hels’ ire. She’s just that type of person, isn’t she? Ire-inspiring. Anyway! I’m glad the girls won, for now, but I hope whatever Alice just discovered doesn’t nullify the victory. Thanks for the post, sofa. Cheers! :D

    3. i thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when i saw an update for this story ;) thank you so much! i wonder what jenny has written about this time. hope we don’t have to wait too long to find out :) great update, sofa!

    4. Welcome back Sofa.I am glad to see this.I hope Lottie isn’t involved but then again she was with Jenny and when you are drunk things happen to come out.Bette is going to kill someone,I hope its not kid sister.

    5. Welcome back and thank you for continuing this story. Sounds like someone is pissing off the gang. Never cared for Jenny but dislike her even more now.

    6. Head in hands, shaking it back and forth “What did Jenny do now?” I could KILL Jenny. Oh wait. That is the show, not your story. I am thrilled to see another chapter of this story Thanks.

    7. i love how uk terminologies are making their way into mainstream north american lingo. i’m trying hard to get people around here to use ‘taking the piss’ in a regular sort of way at least once a week…it’s working *wicked grin* another great installment, and hey, it’s good for J and L to deal with these intense bumps. they’re young. you write them very well in all respects. and a drunk bette was pretty cute…a bit familiar as well. *another wicked grin* post more when you can and good luck next week!

    8. Welcome back Sofa. I will be glad when Lottie can talk to Jo face to face again. I am sooooo over Jenny her and in the show. Apparently the board have leaked something about Lottie or Bette. I hope that Joyce makes them regret it. PPS :o).

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