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    My Favorite Topping #14 Touch Tones – The L Word Season 7

    Story written on September 1, 2015 by Blackbird.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=92219
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    Bette and Tina’s Dallas Hotel Room – Bette It’s an unusual feeling: Being belly stabbed. A crowd of people had gathered after Tina’s sister, Janet, had shoved Alice’s steak knife into me.  And a dozen had stayed, after the glass of whiskey Tina had given me was nearly gone and Miss Laredo had sterilized a needle

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    Bette and Tina’s Dallas Hotel Room – Bette

    It’s an unusual feeling: Being belly stabbed.

    A crowd of people had gathered after Tina’s sister, Janet, had shoved Alice’s steak knife into me.  And a dozen had stayed, after the glass of whiskey Tina had given me was nearly gone and Miss Laredo had sterilized a needle from the bar’s First Aid kit and begun to sew me up.

    Ouroborous

    Tina rubs against me as we slowly kiss, while hidden underneath my bandage an ancient feeling of pain between us begins to bleed.

    bloody knife

    A strange thought begins to circle and won’t go away. Had that knife always been headed straight for me?

    Tina breaks our kiss, and reaches for the phone. ”I’m ordering room service, Babe. Do you want anything?”

    ”We have a mini bar,” I offer offhandedly, while taking a quick peek down at my bandage that’s become a Rorschach test pattern.

    rorschach test pattern Red

    ”But will I find a banana split in there?”

    ”Finding one would be unusual.” Then, I wake up to what’s going on next to me.  ”Wait! Tina, are you pregnant?”

    Deep into negotiations about cherries, she shoots me a disbelieving look. ”Do we want extra whipped cream?” She raises one eyebrow at me. ”The man on the other end of the phone wants to know.”

    ”Ah, ah…sure.”

    ”Yes, please. Room 1250, that’s right. Thank you.”

    banana split

    Hotel Room – Tina

    Sorting out aggression is sometimes harder for me than I would like.  I was raised by people who were masterful at hiding it, especially on my father’s campaign trail, or after a blistering account of politicians, him included, had appeared in the statewide paper. We had smiled and sailed on, with the certain knowledge that something else would be tomorrow’s headlines.

    Bette slips out of bed and goes for the mini bar.  ”What does one drink with a banana split at nearly midnight?” She calls over her shoulder.

    ”How are you feeling?” I ask, as she rifles through the liquor inside.

    Splashing two tiny bottles of cognac into her glass, she takes a long swallow. ”This will help.”

    ”Let’s hope so, but the blood pattern, have you noticed it?”

    rorschach test pattern Red

    Bette threads her fingers tightly through mine, and plays with my engagement ring,  ”Do you have any idea, how badly I want to marry you?”

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      • Okay, I loved it, I thought the pictures were brilliant, I love this Bette and Tina, need your ego massaging further ?

        Way too short BB way too short !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      • To me, they live deeply in this world and in another of their own entanglements with the GREAT questions of our lives puzzling them.. That is what I try to bring forth in the stories – their reality and their other, deeper qualities that exist in their minds, as dreams and worries, and unsolvable mysteries. In my stories, they continue to think about these metaphysical questions on their way to wholeness, within themselves and with each other as lovers.

        That’s my goal – to bring my readers into a deeper relationship and conversation with these characters that I portray as far away from one dimensional women as I possibly can dream, then I share that with everyone.

        And in this story, there was my lovely addition of carnality, that simply was – Whipping Cream – and nothing but Tina’s Favorite Topping.

    7. Wow !! Chantilly a good thing.
      Only 3 chapters and stopped at its best! rsrsrsrs
      I love this story and the way you drive,
      see what will happen in the next chapters.
      I loved the photos.
      The complete constellation.

    8. Via email to me from Lillianne – Comment:

      Your awesome writing of these 2 ladies blows my mind. Bette is one #hardass #powerhouse lady. #Thankful you wrote a whipping cream scene in their love making….what can we expect next…can hardly wait… -Lillianne

    9. Kept getting sidetracked by your pictures,lol.Was BETTE the intended target or TINA? The image in the blood is it an omen of more blood being spilt?Why call and need BETTE now when they just left?lets go see mother.thanks

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