Title:I Fall Behind pt.2 Author: 7PM [ Send a Private Message ]
Copyright: mine, mine, mine Content Rating: PG Disclaimer: not mine, not mine, not mine :) Author's Note: I know my crazy people. :) I love them.
Summary: The full extent of Bette's malady is yet to be revealed! Stay tuned. B/T Total Views: 3804 times.
"Her name's Tina Kennard. I met her when I was doing
LA's top 20 gay escorts. I booked you an appointment for tomorrow
night, 8 pm. Have dinner ready at your apartment."
Bette felt the ground shift beneath her seat. She
gaped at Alice, feeling like a passenger on a derailed train. She'd
always known that the woman in front of her would someday cause her
injury, even death. She knew it.
"Jesus Christ, Alice..." Bette's tone was aghast.
"No, I told you. Her name's Tina Kennard and you
have a date with her. Don't worry, she's very do-able. Blonde,
beautiful skin, beautiful body. Don't get your panties in a twist! Or
better yet, ditch them for tomorrow night." Alice smirked and gave
Bette a lecherious wink. Bette just kept staring back.
An idle thought wandered into Bette's mind: why can't I move my arms
and legs? How am I going to stab Alice with a fork if I can't move?
Dammit.
Is it so reprehensible to want to be alone? Is it so
incomprehensible to want to live a single uncomplicated life? I'm not
the one who needs help. It's all those fools out there who delude
themselves into committing into nothing more than institutionalized
co-dependence. I'm a successful career woman. I'm accomplished
compared to most of my peers. So... If some nights I come home and wish
for someone to turn the lights on for... those are simply lapses in my
rational and well-ordered life.
Bette's inner tirade ended when she parked her car
in her CAC parking space. She carefully folded her sunglasses into its
case and nestled the case into its niche in her purse. A glance at both
side mirrors and the rear view mirror confirmed that it was safe to
step out of the car, and she did so, carefully unfolding her long legs
to prevent snagging her silk trousers. She locked her doors manually,
checking each door to make sure they were secure. Then she turned and
strode off to the CAC entrance. Behind her, the cheery chirp of the
automatic locks sounded and were punctuated with a firm nod of Bett'es
brunette head.
"James, I'm going to need no interruptions this
morning. I'm going to be on the computer. Erm... hold my calls, okay?"
Bette tried to breeze past her assistant but at the last minute turned
back, "Hey, is it alright for me to do that? I don't have meetings with
anyone important do I?"
James smiled into the sheaf of papers he held close
to his face. Happens every time, he secretly mouthed. To Bette, he
said, "It's okay Bette. You're pretty much free this morning. You do
have a lunch meeting with Ms. Peabody later. I made reservations
at the cafe across the street."
Bette swallowed hard. Ms. Peabody? Helena? A
lunch meeting with Helena and she was wearing a six-month old suit? The
day was turning from bad to worse lightning quick.
"Oh, okay. Right. Meeting with He-, Ms. Peabody. Thanks James." She walked into her office in a daze.
I can't do this. I can't do this. I have a meeting
with my boss. She's going to want an answer to that infernal
question... And my hair is a mess, there's something stuck between my
molars, and... and... Fuck! Alice hired an escort to have sex with me
tomorrow.
"Alright Bette, you can do this." Bette
whispered to herself. "Just get on the computer and research this Tina
Kenner person. Kenner... Kenna... something... Shit just research
both! Okay," she breathed deeply as she sat in front of the computer
and started googling, "Okay... Tina Kenner. Then, another window...
Tina Kenna.... There... Ohkay..."
Four hours later, Bette had a headache and dozens of
potential matches to the Tina she was looking for. And none of them
reassured her. All blonde and attractive, five women possessing either
name were porn actors.
