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" A View From A Tower" by flairforthedramatic
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Monica: There is this painting, hidden all the way in the back. Something about it has always touched me and no one even knows about it.
Bette: I know exactly which one you are talking about. " View from A tower"?
Monica: Yes, that's it!
Bette: That's my favorite too.
Monica caught Bette's eye and smiled shyly.
Bette: Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.
Margaret: Oh sure sweetie. If you go in the double doors, make a right, down the hall, and to the left.
Bette: Thank you.
Blake: If you get lost just call. We'll send the search party out for you.
Bette giggled as she made her way inside. Quickly she navigated the long hallway and entered the bathroom. As she closed the door she let out a huge breath. How was she pulling this off? Was she actually fooling anyone. She turned the faucet on and splashed the cold water on her face. How long could she keep this up? She closed her eyes and tried to find her balance again. The gorgeous brunette jumped when she felt two lips on her neck. She kept her eyes closed and drew a sigh of relief.
Bette: You almost got us busted with that wine. I never said I wanted Merlot.
Monica: I know what my girl likes and I plan to make sure she always has it.
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Alice: So wait, you were dating siblings?
Bette: I'm not proud of it Al!
Alice: How did it even happen?
Bette thought back in time.
Bette: Monica came into the museum. I didn't know who she was. She was standing in the back looking at that painting I mentioned. I was standing behind her. I guess she didn't notice, so when she turned around and saw me, she jumped. I thought she was beautiful. We stood there and talked about the painting for what seemed like an hour. I asked her to have coffee with me.
Alice: This is the craziest shit I've ever heard Bette.
Bette: I know. So, we went for coffee and she asked if she could see me again. I didn't know it was a date. We went to another museum and walked and talked for hours. We got coffee again and I walked her back to her apartment. She kissed me Al.
Alice: Wow...
Bette: When her lips touched mine I almost passed out. I had never ever felt that before. That spark that people talk about. I thought that feeling was invented for effect in movies and books but I didn't think it was real.
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