And Im sick and tired of being used as a tool. Bette finished, taking a healthy swig of her coffee. It was, she decided, not particularly good coffee, and set it down.

Shane sipped her own drink quietly, You cant be sick and tired of being used as a tool. She said reasonably. You havent been used as one yet.

Thats not the point, She replied crossly, her forehead arched into a brow, but she ignored it. I could be used as a tool. Its the whole principle of the matter. Bette was feeling particularly self-righteous.

So what are you going to do about it? Shane asked, calm as ever. Principles wont get you what you want, but the senator will. At least, thats the way I see it.

Bette sighed, Youre right. She said gloomily. Maybe I should let the senator seduce me.

Thats a good idea, Jenny quipped. Ive always found the combination of sex and politics extremely alluring. Well, you could always use a Cuban cigar for deeper penetration.

Jenny, a painful death is too good for you, but if its the most I can inflict, that will do. Bette replied sardonically.

You cant kill me, you love me too much. Besides, what would you do without my interesting stories? She looked innocently around the table, elfin eyes twinkling with delight.

What stories? Alice appeared suddenly behind the gang, I hope you arent going to write those, Angelica learns the alphabet or Angelica goes to the hospital books.

On second thought, it may be more appealing than your current works. She highlighted, after a bewildered pause by all the ladies on the table.

Hey! I didnt know you liked Curious George! Lara added, resting a hand tenderly on Alices waist. My dad brought me the whole collection when I was little.

Therere many things youve yet to find out about me, why dont I show you tonight? Alice looked deeply into Laras gorgeous eyes.

Hey! What are you two up to? the gang exclaimed in unison.

Ill just run down to the counter to get us some Chicken Fries, Lara said, looking a little embarrassed. Will be back before you know it She made her way to the counter where Kit was, not before gently stroking Alices hair before she left.