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    Original of the Species

     

    “No” Bette simply said.

     

    “Oh come on, you haven’t even heard what I’ve got to say” Helena whined.

     

    “True, but I don’t need you to continue… I know you and I know exactly why you are calling” Bette concluded.

     

    “You are exasperating, do you know that?”

     

    “I get that a lot, but you love me anyway… and no, I don’t have the time, energy or desire to go out Hel” Bette said while sitting down.

     

    “Bette… I’m going to say this once and then we are going to move our conversation to more important stuff” Helena said with determination in her voice.

     

    “Oh God” Bette commented.

     

    “You, me and Alice are going to She Bar this next Friday night and that’s a fact… now let me tell you about the new collection of Versace shoes I got my hands on” Helena started blurting out as Bette remained silent and allowed her head to rest on her palm. She knew it was stupid to argue with her friend and she needed to save as much energy as possible to apparently go to She Bar.

     

    After ten minutes of conversation…

     

    “You are a snob Hel and you know it” Bette laughed at her friend.

     

    “Well of that I am guilty, and you are grumpy and you need to get laid so I’ll see you around 6 pm on Friday, so we can go eat somewhere nice have a few drinks and prepare ourselves for a night of fun and hot, passionate sex”

     

    “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not gonna sleep with you dear, but I’m still flattered though” Bette joked.

     

    “I see you’re getting your sick sense of humor back… ok it’s time for my massage I’ll call you later with the details” Helena quickly shot back.

     

    “Hey why can’t we eat here?” Bette protested.

     

    “I said somewhere nice” Helena quickly replied and disconnected the call.

     

    “Geez thanks Hel” Bette giggled at her friend’s remark.

     

    The rest of the week went as Bette planned it, luckily for her the supplies had arrived the next morning as she had demanded or otherwise hell would have risen on Lon Angeles.

    Comments

    1. Oh WOW!!!!!!!! By all means, please continue. I’m so hooked. I can just hear Tinas’ chuckle. Thanks for coming back and sharing with us.

    2. YOU MUST CONTINUE THIS!…But what is Bette’s job?..you never write what her job is?..she’s not a curator again right?…And what is the “Item?”..but this is good..i loved Bette and Tina’s beginning!

    3. I noticed that you started updating this story again so I came back to read it from the beginning. Interesting, I remember this one a little especially the part where Bette and Helena are the best friends and of course Alice in the mix. Tina and Better first contact was awesome. My journey continues.

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