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    The Messenger

    ”Why are you half dressed?”

    ”I just am.  I’m concentrating on down here.”  She’d stared at herself.  ”It’s a mindfuck, I know.  I’m very aware that I don’t have a penis, but inside you tonight…you need to think so.”

    I’d nodded very seriously. Whenever Bette gets very abstract like this it’s the worse time for me to laugh.

    She’d continued, with slow waves of her hands conjuring up invisible power from her loins.  ”My mojo tonight is about mating,” she’d said very passionately, ”…with you.”

    ”Hmm, so that’s what we’re doing?”

    ”God yes!  What do you think we’re doing?”

    ”Alright.  This is quickly becoming more about your mood than mine.  If we’re going with mating you need to wear something else.”

    ”Oh?”  She’d looked surprised.  ”Like what?”

    A few minutes later, I’d dressed her in a sexy black brassiere with her buttons opened halfway down the front of a long-sleeved and collared white shirt.  I’d rubbed the soft cotton on her back, and under it I’d felt her sculpted muscles.

    ”Have you seen what I’m feeling?”

    ”The mirror’s always foggy when I get out of the shower.”

    ”I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.”

    ”You like them?”

    ”Ummmm…”  I’d kissed her again, as she’d opened my legs and her mouth had consumed me.

    Later that night, I’d rolled over and seen her back staring out the window again.  Not her usual contemplative spot, looking up at the ceiling, or as she dismissively likes to call it, ’doing nothing at all’.

    I’d felt the power in what we’d just done.  It’d been passionate and intimate and I’d been so ready, when she’d drawn me into her lap, had brought me one more time to orgasm and filled me full of sperm.

    On many more nights, after we’d known for sure that our evening together had made a baby, I’d seen her at the window holding a piece of amber up to moon.

    As gently as I can, so as not to wake Bette, I lift Angelica off her chest and tiptoe inside.

    In the nursery I rock and feed Angelica while calling Helena.

    Instead of saying hello, she answers my call with, ”Are you nearby?”

    ”Helena, we’re talking on the phone.  I have no idea where you are.”

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    1. Hi Bb:

      This wonderful chapter is totally new, I don’t remember reading it or even something similar; very nice, very modern and very impressing, if they are at the end of 2009 or close to 2010 it will take some time; let’s see, the gay marriage was legal in California since 2013, so it could be some fight.
      This is romantic fighting together for their rights, our rights. Great chapter and also funny BTW. I’ll be waiting for the update. Thanks again for this gift.

      P

    2. Fantastic chapter! I loved the part about Bette and the “swimmers”. Truly amazing.

      Yes let Bette organize the campaign and destroy that Faye Buckley! She is the perfect woman for it.

      Thank you for the update!

      • Kenji, It was rather fun, wasn’t it? When I imagine a scenario for Bette and look through her eyes around the room, I’ll get a roaming commentary from her that often is very amusing.

        Thx4urcomment!
        Blackbird

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