“Now it’s my turn to remind you…” Tina grinned, that impish grin she got when she was feeling very naughty and Bette leaned back, letting Tina take the lead.

******

            “I can’t believe you’ve been home three days and I haven’t had a taste of you yet.”  Shane grunted, pushing Sam onto the bed roughly.  Sam laughed softly, pulling her shirt off and throwing it playfully at Shane.  Sam had just gotten home from her first day at work, and it had been a slow lazy day at the ER. 

            “It wasn’t me that had Mother Nature calling it was YOU!”  Shane groaned as the shirt landed on her head she ripped it off and took her own shirt off.

            “I could have pleased you, but you wouldn’t let me.  Well mommy nature is gone, and now you are all MINE woman.  Get naked, no foreplay here, just want you all to myself.”  Sam laughed, and Shane jumped onto the bed landing next to Sam, who grabbed her and rolled her on top of her.  Shane‘s legs snapped to each side of Sam, straddling her hips. 

            “So are you going to do something with this hair or not?”  Sam asked as Shane kissed her neck and Shane looked up, a grin on her lips. She reached under Sam‘s head and tugged her hair, and Sam gasped softly at the roughness.

            “I like this I can use it to my advantage.”  Shane laughed, and Sam‘s hands found her pants, pushing them down off her hips.  Just then the phone rang. 

            “Don’t get it.”  Shane threatened and Sam sighed and looked at the phone as it rang.  She tried desperately to resist answering it, but she gently pushed Shane off her and answered it.

            “It could be important.”  Sam said and Shane scoffed sexily.

            “Isn’t it always?”  Sam cast her a glance and put the phone to her ear. 

            “Vance.  Hi Lara, what’s up?”  Sam gave Shane a look and tossed Shane her discarded shirt that she’d just picked up off the floor.  She nodded and then said into the phone.  “Yeah, we’ll be there in a quick bit.”  She hung up the phone and sighed.

            “We gotta go lover.  Seems Miss Alice has gotten her ***** in some hot water, who is Gabby?”  Shane threw herself back onto the bed and moaned loudly.  She sat up, her jaw set as she mumbled something about some people never learning. 

            “She’s trouble with a capital T!”  

*****

Puppet Master

JG Marie

11-05-02

Costumed faces dance about

Grinning and laughing

Howling and grimacing

A Mardi Gras of macabre marionettes

The ultimate Puppet Master

Pulls and cuts the strings at will

Fettering all to do his bidding

Unable to resist

World an insane tapestry

Patchwork of moments in time

Depicting the Puppet Masters plays

Realities illusions the marquee star

On and on this dance goes on

Never a true beginning, never a definitive end

Seamless play, melding into one another