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    I Remember Rivers – Tina Kennard and Bette Porter

    Story written on March 25, 2014 by Blackbird.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=84328
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    Perhaps I didn’t do anything at all and it was all her sorting it out. That’s interesting. If I erase myself from the picture and no traces of my pleading with her, yelling then apology flowers, beseeching emails, drunken voice messages, urgent texts, or wax sealed letters delivered by courier with more creative gifts –

    Perhaps I didn’t do anything at all and it was all her sorting it out. That’s interesting. If I erase myself from the picture and no traces of my pleading with her, yelling then apology flowers, beseeching emails, drunken voice messages, urgent texts, or wax sealed letters delivered by courier with more creative gifts – what if those never existed to sway her attention back to me for one fucking second to please listen to me tell you… See, that’s it! I didn’t have the lightning words then, and I don’t have the fucking lightning words now!

    <!–nextpage–>Tonight probably that dream will come again where I’m walking stark naked down a dirt race track and Formula racing cars drag past me at incredible whining speeds. That’s how close I am to knowing what the chronology is about any of this.

    “Bette, it’s nearly four. You’re coming tonight, right?” Tina asks as she walks through the garden.

    “Ah, so that’s what time it is. Yes, of course, I’m coming to clap the loudest when they give you your honors!” I walk over to her.

    “It’s the last thing I’m doing with Helena and she wants me to meet people she thinks will help the social justice center.”

    “I will stay clear of you and Helena Peabody and any staircases.”

    “That would be wise. I’ll see you there.” She kisses me goodbye.

    “Of course, I’ll see you there.” I walk back to Shane, Alice and Dana.

    “So all this looks very promising.” Alice smiles and cheers her glass in my direction.

    Dana looks up at me relieved but also confused, “I can’t keep up, but then I had my own marriage plans to destroy.”

    “You are a hard act to follow.” I agree, “But yes, we’re back together.”

    “Dating and having a baby.” Shane finishes.

    “It sounds so trashy the way you say that, Shane.” I admonish her.

    “Plenty of people’s parents weren’t even dating still by the time they were born, Bette.” Shane sends me a “think about that for a minute” look.

    “The baby’s named, Alice, of course.” Alice looks around us as if this were a given.

    “The only clues I have is that it’s down to three and two of them start with an, A.” I confess with a laugh that drifts.

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    4. I’m still uncertain how our relationship came back around like a sail boom in a strong wind.

      Great description. I really like what you’re doing with the series. Thanks!

    6. They must serve some mighty fine coffee in New Orleans! It wasn’t weird at all, I liked the way you had them re-connect. You are an amazing writer.

    7. Hey Blackbird

      I am really enjoying the style in which you are taking us through familiar storylines with your own unique twists. You’ve captured their essence so it flows beautifully. Thank you for sharing your talent.

    8. Beautifully written. There were so many lines I wanted to highlight – shame i wasn’t reading this on kindle. Thanks for sharing Blackbird.

    10. Ok the breast milk sucking has really intrigue me like omg, and I too love the shower scene, bossy Tina but hilarious st the same time love it. I would have been so scared as I do not like storms!

    12. While working with Jacky on the book covers I did a nice, nice re-write of one of my favorite stories, I Remember Rivers. I hope you will enjoy the re-write. I find the polish to this immersive story of their love affair quite interesting and deeply romantic as well as amusing in all the right places.

      Enjoy!
      Blackbird

    13. On another re-read of this fantastic series of stories and find a re-write :)

      The stories are always great but are now made better by the super pictures.

      Thank you Blackbird.

    14. To be able to visualise the storm raging and the lightning flash across the skylight at the same time as watching Bette wondering if it would be perverse to want to taste the fluid in Tina’s engorged breasts. This for me is pure unadulterated erotica being played out between two heavenly females.

      I read quite a lot but this level of intimacy in full blown high definition is deeply moving. The freedom to let go and let guttural instinct and pure arousal run free is just immense.

      The trust between Tina and Bette to fall that deeply is truly sensational.

      Another Incredible chapter.

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