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Who am I? But more importantly who the fuck are you? (10)
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She stepped past him with a smirk thinking that she could take him out in a second if she felt like it. He gestured towards the stairs. Having stepped back as she came in he was at what Tina would consider friendly distance. She couldnt hit him without moving in and he couldnt hit her.
Tina cocked her head to the side and actually laughed at him. She knew she was acting a little crazy but hey, it was a little crazy to be wandering on in to your enemys secret hide out. She honestly felt like hollering honey, Im home She shook her head an backed away from the guy who was looking damn confused and more than a little bit scared. Tina gave him a wink and turned to walk up the stairs.
She could hear voices bouncing down a corridor, the carpet and walls distorting them to much for her to understand what they were saying. Tina made her way towards the voices, mainly because there was nowhere else to go.
Bette grunted. She was getting very hot in the enclosed space; she could taste saltiness from the odd drop of sweat that snaked its way down her face and onto her lips. She was tired from trying to work her way out of the vent, her sweaty palms able to find no friction with the smooth metal. Suddenly Bette jerked her head up, slamming it against roof. Oh ***** she groaned. She had done it as a reaction to a rather unexpected sensation. She could also felt a harsh sting in her arse and could hear a muffled giggle behind her. Damn it someone had just smacked her! Bette squirmed harder and heard the giggle become a full laugh. Bette flailed her legs and felt a sickening connection of her heel with what she assumed was someones face. There was a squelchy feeling and a bit of a pop. Take that you ***** Bette whispered then she let out a howl of pain as someone spanked her arse a ***** of a lot harder than before.
Dana staggered back from Bette clutching her nose and upper lip. Blood flowed freely between her fingers. She gingerly felt the cartilage of her nose seeing if anything was broken. ***** she yelled, thankful that she couldnt feel any permanent damage. As far as she could tell without a mirror all Bette had done was given her a nose bleed and a split lip. She could already feel the heat in the area telling her that she should get some ice on it before it started to swell. ***** she swore spitting out some of the blood that had found its way down the back of her throat. Fine she thought. Bette Porter could rot in there for all she cared.
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LB, you have a new fan, I do have to say you are up there with jade/janet and windrider, and if there are any other writers that have twisted plots then please tell me. I love these stories maybe you should pair up with jade god knows she needs to come back. You know I’m a B/T fan put i get so fucking sick of tina as a granola. It’s about time someone gave her some balls, and Dana fucking funny, I always knew she had a 9mm in her tennis bag.Bette in the air vent had me on the ground and the rat just added to it. And thank god someone finally shot Bette why didn’t tina say anything like haha or you know something funny, anyways. I hope you post soon. There are so many other things I want to say the whole marina thing in the bushes wow she is a crazy chick. And LB were can I get a vest like tina had that might come in handy one of these days for me.
LB just wondering how your golf game was going, I just started playing, ok I’m lieing, I just like to drive the cart around and leave big ruts in the green grass, so far have broken 2 windows and can hit the ball about 100 ft, it’s getting better, I’m having a blast.
about flipping time you came back. I am in south Vic too… maybe we are nearby each other, and don’t even know it. Well… I remember why i love your writing. I am officially rehooked, and not so patiently awaiting the next chapter. I am guessing that bette is now dead from Shane’s shot…… so, you really are killing them one by one? hee hee… good plan, and I can’t wait to see who cops it next time. LOL post again soon, if you can…. and I hope that the accidents stop coming your way.
please somone comment or i will cry ….. or write me at: katya_114@hotmail.com
good chapter, although i think need to look at the previous chapters to follow the story. but please continue, i am interested to see what happens.
I was laughing my ass off. And yes, we Yankees understand centimeters and millimeters
Yay you’re back! It was as good as ever. Please post again soon…
Well I’m still here and I still love the story. Good Job.
DUUUUUDEEE!!! ur bak! hellz yea this is partly my fault! ur humour is too much sometimes seriously u crack me up, I love Bette gettin shot multiple times, having her as a weak charecter totally fits who she actually is (I realise I may get lynched for that comment!)
I mean this in the best way possible but hopefully u will take ur time healin.. dont wanna get bak in the fray too soon yunno, chill out a little let the creativity run free!! rite enuff yabberin.. Dana is still a hott bitch oh and wtf is Alice!!!! long live Marina!
See ya on the otherside LB MWAH!!
The amazing ladybiege is back!!! you have made my week! Great chapter, keep em coming!
ok so this is the first time I have read your story so why am I sitting laughing my ass off, I don’t know but this was some funny ass shit. I will be back to comment again after I read the story from the start, I hope you go on I hate when you get into a story and the writer goes MIA
mad crazy but i’m loving it, update soon.
Awesome…I just read all your posts and the story got better and better…glad to see you carried this one on…and I am gonna guess that Alice and Bette aren’t your favorite characters????…anyhow…keep it coming