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    The Pussy Club

    Story written on May 11, 2014 by Blackbird.
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    As Alice stomps by we fold back deeper into our leafy cover.  Soon, I’ll have to find a breath mint and go back in there, baked now I realize, and try to talk in whatever ape language the donors are speaking in tonight. Another thing Jodie doesn’t have to hear. Does she ever talk on

    As Alice stomps by we fold back deeper into our leafy cover.  Soon, I’ll have to find a breath mint and go back in there, baked now I realize, and try to talk in whatever ape language the donors are speaking in tonight. Another thing Jodie doesn’t have to hear.

    Does she ever talk on the phone? Of course, not. God, how does that work? I’d be, well, I’d be lonely if Tina and I didn’t talk nearly every night before Angie goes to sleep. I don’t think texts would work for me. It’s her voice and how she’s feeling under her words that I always want to hear. Signals, imaginary or real? But to never again hear anything? It’s something to wonder about certainly.

    We walk away from our hiding place and back into the party. Jodie’s very independent. She smiles at me, waves goodbye and into the crowd she’s gone. I look up and see Helena with a strained look on her face. She catches my eye.

    ”Could I talk to you?” Helena asks as she waves me through to a back corridor.

    ”What’s up?” I lean against the wall paper and suppress a giggle. I hate Helena, her misery my joy.

    ”Would you give me a ride home? Actually, I’m not sure if I should go back to Alice’s tonight, though.” Helena bites her lip in worry. ”There’s been a bit of a falling out between her and Phyllis.”

    ”You want me to drop you at a… where? A hotel, maybe?”

    ”Actually. You wouldn’t. I mean I can’t ask you really, but I guess I could sleep in my car. Oh, God.” Helena whimpers. ”I’m supremely, massively broke now.”

    ”You’re the caterer, right? Can you feed me something? I’m starving all of a sudden.”

    ”How’s your eyesight? They’re might be glass in it.” Helena looks at me doubtfully but I go for it.

    ”Lead the way. I can probably eat broken glass, in fact, I swallow it already quite regularly.” Helena laughs at me. She opens the kitchen door.

    ”Jesus! Helena!” I look at hundreds of hors d’oeuvres with the remains of broken champagne flutes scattered on top of them. ”Okay, this is fucked up. What happened?” I lean over and begin to eat the salmon biscuits and stuffed mushrooms between the shards and stems.

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    2. I remember that pot-smoking scene w/Jodi and Tom. I thought when Bette inhaled the smoke that Jodi exhaled was one of the most erotic scenes I’ve seen. It was so freakin’ hot. Bette’s outspoken comments and thoughts can be attributed to her baked state. Hilarious scenes w/Helena and the strippers. Very funny and outrageous. You keep outdoing yourself, Ms. BB

    4. Helena to off Jenny for Bette – hilarious! I agree, the pot scene with Jodi was hot.
      Helena and Bette are are similar – nice to see them work thing out.

    5. It was really fun! I liked it!
      I have to admit to smoking pot scene was hot (although it would have been better if not with Jodie) I know, I know. will have to wait ;)
      the scene is like Helena and Bette… -God! :D. Bette asked her about Jenny was just sensational.
      whether, now Bette notices the signs, or later? and they will have an affair …
      I’m looking forward to the sequel.

    6. Alice’s influence as Helena’s room mate is rubbing off on her. It was hilarious seeing Bette getting her pleasure interrupted by Helena. Tina starting to wear Bette’s rings again? Bring it on BB!

    9. Does she ever talk on the phone? Of course, not. God, how does that work?

      At the time the episode was filmed, it worked with teletype devices for the deaf, abbreviated TTY or TDY. These were the same high-speed morse signals used on WW2 military teletypes, but (by 1984) available in highly portable electronic models about the size and weight of (oh how this dates me) portable typewriters – which they closely resembled. The telephone handset would be put in rubber cups where the typewriter roller would be, and messages were typed out on the keyboard, which the TTY would convert to highspeed beeping code that would be picked up by the TTY at the other end of the phone call, where the typed words would appear on one of the Times Square type moving message displays (and, on deluxe models, also printed on adding machine paper).

      That was then. Now there are desktop and laptop computers with cameras, so video-phone conversations between two people who are on-screen doing Sign Language directly with each other is possible. In fact several of my deaf friends gave up their telephone lines altogether, dumped their TTYs, and now communicate entirely over the internet with cameras.

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