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    The Pussy Club

    ”You made such an ass of yourself in the end.” I shake my head, ”But I’m no better. Tina causes me massive mind fucks. I’ll end up in jail if she dates anyone else.” I lean up on my elbows, ”But, damn! I bought the coolest knife to kill Henry with. Want to see it?”

    ”What?” She asks not following.

    ”Forget it. I was planning on poisoning you.”

    ”But how can’t she not date? I mean, she’s pretty hot, you know?”

    ”Just don’t you say it.” I look at Helena crossly. ”But yes, fucking soon someone will be after her.” I put my face in my hands and rub my eyes.

    ”I want her back after Henry, I’m sure the stink is off of her by now.”

    ”Alice said as much. Takes about a month from what I hear.”

    ”Oh God! Alice!” I stare up at the ceiling.

    ”But that’s not why, really is it?”

    ”Why what?”

    ”Why she’s not here anymore?” Helena says and we both grow quiet. ”I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything else.”

    ”No, you probably shouldn’t have but don’t think I don’t ask myself daily the same question.” I drink a long sip of water and put my feet up on the table.

    ”You’re both special people, Bette. It’s too bad really.”

    ”And you’re one of the fucking idiots who had a hand in it!” I lean over a glare at her.

    ”My mummy loves you, you know that right, Bette?”

    ”Christ, Helena! Really?” I roll my eyes at her and fall back against the cushions. ”Peggy and I respect one another. But you know why people hate you? Because you’re such a petulant, bad-tempered child.” I stare at her in disbelief. ”Ninety percent of everything usually has nothing to do with you. With any of us! Think about that and you know what else? You need to grow up sometimes.”

    ”Don’t you need money to do that?” She wonders tentatively. She picks up our empty ice cream bowls to take them into the kitchen. ”But I take your point. If it means anything, anything at all, I’m sorry.”

    ”You want to settle our score? Really?” I look at Helena to gauge her reaction. ”Because I have a job for you.”

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    1. 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

    2. 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.

    3. 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.

    4. 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!

    5. 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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