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    Too Much Time on My Hands Has a Sequel and Now I Need a Better Title

     

    “Hello sweethearts.” Helena had a kiss for her children, and a wink for Bette. Of course it was not enough, and Bette had to lean in for a better greeting, before handing Helena a cup of coffee.

     

    “Good morning.” Bette’s lips brushed Helena’s briefly before they both stopped at once, looking down at the children. Wilson and Jun Ying stared curiously up at them. “Hmmmm…” Bette looked back at Helena and they both shrugged, kissing quickly again.

     

    Helena sat next between the children and Wilson leaned close to her. “Mummy?” He whispered.

     

    “Yes sweetheart?” She whispered back.

     

    “We like her.” He nodded. “She has a pool and she’s nice. And she has a swimming pool.”

     

    Helena regarded her son with a mock-serious expression. “I shall keep that in mind my darling. Ok?”

     

    “Do you work today Bette?” Helena stood back up from the table, leaning against it while she sipped her coffee.  She tried to make small talk as she stared none too obviously at Bette’s ass.

     

    “Oh…ummm, yeah, I’m off to the school.” Bette was flustered. Chills were moving up her back to her neck. She could feel Helena’s eyes on her. If there was anything attractive about this woman, it was her total freeness to take—and apparently give—whatever pleasure she desired.

     

    “You have to work on Sunday?” Helena asked curiously.

     

    “Oh, no, not on Sunday. God day, and all….” Bette mumbled now. ‘I do not have to work, no sir, no way’ she thought to herself, feeling giddy and slightly demented. Behind her, Helena moved closer, and she forgot what she was supposed to be doing with the knife in her hand and the orange melon in front of her. Helena’s hands reached around Bette, taking the knife and continuing her work.

     

    “Let me help with that you beautiful being, you.” Helena voice hummed in Bette’s ear. She took her arm from the other side of Bette, nudging her slightly out of the way, before kissing her briefly on the cheek. Bette continued to stand next to her, watching her cut melon, as though it was the most fascinating event ever to unfold.

     

    At the table, the kids giggled uncontrollably. Bette shook herself out of her trance, putting fruit and berries onto plates alongside yogurt and granola. The four sat down to eat, discussing the latest events in Wilson and Jun Ying’s worlds—because really, they did live in worlds that were quite distinct from the stresses and nonsense of the adults’ preoccupations and worries.

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    1. Well that was beyond hot. I love the family scenes too (Wilson and his tea party!). Helena’s kids remind me (in spirit at least) of Edina’s eccentric offspring on Ab Fab; luckily for them, Helena’s parenting skills are considerably more evolved than Edina’s. And Tina? I always suspected she’d end up with a tofu farmer. As for the parallel-universe explanation, it’s fiction so why not? Bette and Helena rule in all three dimensions!

    2. okay, i just exhaled…and a few other things…whew…that’s about all i can say…delicious, decadent…umph! you sure don’t leave anything to the imagination…can’t wait for the next installment..,

    3. You know there is a time when words can not be express for a situation and this is that time. If I had to choose between any of your stories as my favorite, I honestly could not or would not. Thanks for taking the time to share it. When I wonder can you top your last one you always seem to come through.Terrific as always!

    4. Ive been reading your stories this past week, and I love your style of writing. I can’t wait to read the next installments.PS. Fuck Tina’s brains, off with her fucking head

    5. Gee…one plant is either one too many or not nearly enough. They keep going like that, neither one should have too many insecurities about the other. But helebette, it occurs to me that you have a real vendetta about Tina’s brains. They were eaten by zombies in “Planet Terror”, you just gave her a lobotomy in “Life Happens” and now in this one she’s dating a farmer who grows tofu(?) on what may be a cult compound, which would require the complete absence of brains. Jesus, what did she ever do to you?

    6. i really, really luv your writing, and of course the pairing of helebette, but my favorites of yours, were the ones where they have the conflicts, but have no choice but to cum together anyway, i think when they are both in full alpha mode, and trying to fight the attraction but to no avail is so damn hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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