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    Twisted Triangles ch.7

    “Yeah, sure. Tina are you coming?” Bette says smirking. Yeah Ill refrain from responding to her frustrating question.

    When we start to walk over there, I notice Bette walking a little funny. Like shes trying to adust something. “Hey Bette, are you okay?” I ask.

    “Yeah, Im fine. I just kinda over did it out there. Hurt my leg a little.” Now I may have just met her tonight, but she cant fool me. It appears that Ms. Porters underwear are causing her some discomfort. Im ignoring mine, by the way.

    “TK, you ok? You look a little flushed.” Damn Im busted I know she saw. We mustve come over there looking like two kids caught with their hands caught in the cookie jar.

    “Im good, its just really hot out there.” which was true. Just leave out the part where we generated most of the heat ourselves.

    “Ok, enough talk lets go.” Alice said. I think she started before everyone else.

    So we all took turns taking shots off one another. Bette stayed quiet for the most part, focusing on getting all of this over with. Ok can I just say that taking body shots off of your best friend unless youre Alice is the weirdest experience in the world. Ive never been in the position with Grace where I couldnt do something.

    “No, come on, we all did it you two have to too.” Thanks Shane. I licked Graces neck and jumped back like she had cooties.

    In between drinks and they kept coming courtesy of Shane and some raise she got, I retreated to the “bathroom” like seven times to pee. And to get my thoughts together. I kept getting stopped in there by girls that had seen my moves on Bette and whenever I was ready to try them out give them a call. Yeah thatll happen. But I was already too fucked up to argue or care so they wrote their numbers on my arm. So Diane Chastity Christine Tiffany and another Christine all wrote down their numbers, each in a different way, so it could stand out. Huh, like I care.

    By the fifth trip back, it was almost 2 AM and the bar was about close. In fact when I get back they had called last call. Grace was nowhere to be found. She found some random girl mid round to take her mind off of Bette who was still kind of quiet. I just wanted to put my head on the bar and let the drinks settle in me a bit before we made our way home.

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    1. Very nice. I was wondering when you would post again. Writing in POV is a lot of fun, you can explore so many different aspects of a story.

    2. UM, HOLY SHIT?!?!?!?!?!? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME DAT U WILL FINISH DIS STORY AND NOT LEAVE ME UP ALL NIGHT DREAMIN??? PLEASE WRITE/POST SUM MORE!

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