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Why do birds…
And now we were sounding like an old married couple… I thought to myself.
“Well yes… and we are gonna relax and fucking enjoy…” she added.
“Yeah… I see that relaxed face of yours…” I said in a low voice as I was staring at the window, trying to get lost in the complexities of my own problems again, which at this point seemed easier to deal with than Helena´s stubborness.
Meanwhile in Bette´s car
It was 7:30 pm already. I was driving to Peggy´s place as fast as I could otherwise I was gonna be late. And there´s nothing I hate the most than being late.
It wasn´t far now… Peggy´s summer house isn´t in LA actually, it´s in the outsides of LA… and she likes to say “my summer house” when in fact she should call it “my summer fucking palace”.
Like everything she owns, this place was built in a very secluded area, away from the city but not too far away… and it has its own private beach… but that isn´t all it has, oh no… when it comes to Peggy you can expect the unexpected…
The “summer house” was first built 25 years ago, and reformed several times. I remember being there in many ocations when I was still a child and my mother was still alive, when we were still a family. I´ll never forget what an adventure it was to get there 20 years ago, and how mad my mother got every single time Melvin even suggested going there. But in the end he was the one always winning, because he knew how to take advantage of my mother´s only weakness… him. She loved him too damn much.
But after my mom died I never steped foot in that house again, until many years later and for other purposes obviously.
Finally I arrived, and as usual John is there to greet me and to take my lugagge. I ask where´s Peggy… and John tells me she´s at the Art Room.
I bet she´s probably trying to determinate where to hung her last expensive acquisition. We both share the same feeling for art… no, feeling doesn´t apply… passion, that´s the word.
Peggy has an “Art Room” in every single house she owns… and damn she owns many, so her private art collection besides of being amazingly impressive, is one of the richest and biggest ones in the world. It´s worth I don´t even wanna start calculating…
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(11 votes, average: 4.73 out of 5)
Bloody predator`s? LOOL!She will be a bloody predator with Tina! :D Want more please!
Ohh man, I hope Tina doesn’t let Helena’s negative opinion determine her own about Bette. Please, stop the whining Helena. Even I can’t take it. You are a grown woman. We all have people we don’t like. Move on. Hmm, and let Tina have some alone time with Bette. PPS.
Come on its time for Tina to meet the Bloody predator, hope Helena’s definition of Bette doesn’t stop Tina from the sparks we know she’s gonna feel.
So, babe…Thake us all :) PPS!
oooh, what a place to stop… looking forward to the meeting in the Art room and Helena’s reaction to it.
Let the fireworks begin. Can’t wait to see how you write the Bette and Helena scenes. I had always wished they took more advantage of the acting abilities of these two ladies and vamped in up on the L-Word a la Dallas. It would have been hilarious and soothed the loss of Dana/Alice comedy. Anyway, on to read more….
This is goood !
Very interesting can’t wait for the meeting:)
Ahh and they finally meet.
Awwwww, The Predator and her victim, a new name for Bette and Tina. Can’t wait to see this story unfold.