Busy Bodies (Lawrence S. Pertillar)
In spite of the explicit instructions given to Steve to bring the Berings to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, they insisted that they go instead to the townhouse. "We can walk from the hotel," Myka's parents said to him and he knew they weren't lying. He tried to text message Pete, but he wasn't answering. Not wanting to unleash the Berings on Manhattan, Steve drove them to the townhouse.
The Berings, Tracy and her husband, were amazed to see the press and crowds of people outside the couple's residence and Steve had to urge them several time before the two couples went inside. Tracy was giving a soliloquy about how she graciously allowed Myka's friend to be the maid of honor because her job kept her so busy, and she couldn't get away before then. One look at Steve's expression told Leena he needed help.
"I know we were supposed to stay at the hotel, but Kevin's never been here and we couldn't wait to see Myka and Helena," Jeannie said before Leena could express her surprise at their presence.
Irene was in the living room finalizing the wedding party apparel when she heard the noise. "Stay and choose," she instructed the two younger members.
"She's starting to talk to us like she talks to Bandit," Claudia whispered to Eileen.
Irene saw the surprised look on Leena's face when she entered into the hallway with the uninvited guests. "Take a wrong turn, Mr. Jinx?" Irene asked through smiling teeth.
"They said they'd walk if I didn't take them. The press….," Steve tried to explain his dilemma. He had spent a short time with them, but already knew they'd share their opinions with anyone.
Irene greeted them all and explained that Myka and Helena were not home yet, hoping they'd take that as their cue. They didn't.
"Now as I understand it, you're Helena's maid of honor. Is that because she has no family? I thought she had that relative?" Tracy said and refreshed Irene's memory about Helena's theory that Myka was adopted.
"You know, Kevin, I warned her not to get involved with her boss, but I guess I was wrong. At least I hope I am. Jeannie, do you think she had to sign a prenup? This is still all very new to your mother-in-law and me," Warren expounded.
Irene took a deep breath, smiled and suggested Leena get them something to eat. "Something with peanut butter in it," she whispered.
"Been here a few times now, and never once did I get sick," Warren said of the questionable food sources the island of Manhattan had.
Irene opened the door to the dining room and asked them all to sit down as Leena hurried to get the something – anything – to fill their mouths with in hopes they would stop talking. Irene stood there, hurriedly writing a few more things on her list, as the Berings busied themselves with eating and quieted down for the moment.
Just a couple of blocks away, Myka and Helena were sitting in the back of their car as Pete drove them home.
"That went well," Helena said of the procuring of the license.
"So tell me again about the members of the Bering family who fought for the South, and don't leave out the part that explains how you know this?" Myka said, smiling, but looking out the window. She held onto Helena's hand and felt her body stiffen next to her.
"I wanted to ….get to know," Helena started and happened to catch Pete's wide-eyed look in the rear view mirror. "…..your family?" Helena asked as if she were guessing the answer and watched as Pete banged his head on the steering wheel as they stopped at the light. Even he could hear the hesitation in Helena's voice and knew her answer was a fib.
Myka pushed her gloved fingers through Helena's and waited. The more Helena felt Myka's touch, the harder it was to keep this charade up. "I asked Ms. Donovan to research your family tree," Helena started and they both heard Pete let out a sigh and murmur 'finally'. "I wanted a reason that would make me feel better about not taking the Bering name. It was foolish and I'm sorry. I should have known that I could just talk to you."
Myka turned her head, her eyes crinkled as she smiled. "Yes," she said, and put her other hand on Helena's encased hand and patted it. Helena was relieved that Myka was so forgiving of her foolishness.
"Of course….," Helena leaned over and whispered as they pulled up to the townhouse. "…if you felt the need to exact your….," Helena suggested, trying to fan the sparks of the morning game.
"Oh, not to worry," Myka whispered back in Helena's ear as she leaned over closer. "I am far from done with you."
The combination of Myka's warm breath and hot promise made Helena melt, the warm feeling rising from deep within her core and up to her cheeks. She cracked the car window open even though they were parked outside their home now. Pete opened the door and Myka waited for Helena to regain her thoughts and ability to move. The crowd shouted at them, mostly the press wanting details. Myka smiled, Helena was unaware of their presence, and they both made their way inside.
The questions the press shouted about Myka's family only confirmed for her that they had arrived. She didn't know how close they were.
Myka followed Helena into the quiet entry way – all the occupants otherwise engaged and quiet. She immediately grabbed Helena, gently pushing her against the wall and pulled open her coat. Helena's mouth lunged forward to take Myka's lips as hands pushed up at Helena's dress and squeezed her buttocks.
"I have waited all day for this," Helena said in a breathy tone.
"Waited for what? You have no idea what I'm going to do," Myka pointed out, her finger now grazing the band of Helena's cheekini.
"I…..," Helena tried, but Myka was moving towards a very sensitive place and Helena fell back and bit her lip. Myka slowly withdrew her hand as Helena gasped.
"You? Give up? You? Apologize? You? Give in?" Myka teased mercilessly.
Nothing turned Helena on more than Myka causing her brain to shut down while she deftly started Helena's body up – one nerve ending at a time.
"Yes! Yes, God, yes," Helena complied because she had been waiting hours for this moment.
Myka smiled devilishly, deciding now was the time to put Helena out of her misery and into ecstasy …..when – out of nowhere - Irene appeared.
"Oh good, you're here," Irene said, looking down at the notepad and unaware of the couples' state. "We have a lot to catch up on."
Only then did Irene raise her head and see what was going on. Myka reacted immediately, pulling Helena's dress down under her coat and playing with Helena's lapels as if she were straightening them out.
"I'm sorry," Irene uttered as she read their expressions – Myka nervous, Helena's still drowning in anticipation. "Am I intruding?"
Helena's body just registered that Myka was no longer tracing her fingers along her inner thigh.
"No," Myka answered, but was drowned out by Helena's affirmative gasp, "BLOODY YES!"
"I apologize, but there is no time for… that," Irene said, pointing to both women and embarrassing Myka, upsetting Helena. Giving them both the same message was going to take some practice. Under ordinary circumstances, Irene would have disappeared and waited. Having the Berings in the house eradicated anything one might consider ordinary.
"Later, I promise," Myka whispered in Helena's ear, and helped her off with her coat.
"Later, I can kill her?" Helena asked, very moody now.
Myka smiled and pulled Helena by her hand. Helena threw her head back and groaned, but finally agreed. Surely, Irene would be gone soon enough.
"I am being patient. I am being patient," Helena repeated, trying the mantra on for size.
Suddenly, Myka heard more voices and wrapped her arms around herself as if she had just been on video.
"Not to worry," Irene said, jerking her head towards the living room. "They're picking out their attire. What we need to discuss…."
"Couldn't they do that …in your office?" Helena said, wanting everyone to leave.
"They could, yes, but then you wouldn't get the pleasure of seeing me cross more things off my list," Irene said, handing Myka color samples. "Do you like any of these? Now I need to tell you…" she tried again, trying to slowly announce the Berings' presence.
"Oh sure….," Myka said, not really fussy about what color the bridal party wore and so embarrassed she would have agreed to polka dots.
"Black and white," Helena said authoritatively.
"You want them to wear…," Irene asked to clarify.
"Yes," Helena said and Myka shrugged her shoulders. She was okay with that. Irene looked down and put a line through 'wedding apparel for bridal party.'
"You are proud of yourself, aren't you?" Helena asked Irene because the woman had a passion for lists.
"No more than usual," Irene answered. "I've told you, Helena, making lists makes things go smoothly."
"I have to call my sister and ask her size, though, if you're getting the dresses," Myka said.
"Actually, you don't because….," Irene tried, but was interrupted again.
"Hey, did I leave my phone here….," Pete said as he came back in and overheard the bridal attire conversation. "Remember, I'm wearing a tux, ok? No funny business," Pete warned.
"I don't know," Helena said teasingly. "What do you think, Myka? He does have the legs for it."
"Oh yes, I would show them off," Myka joined in and Pete didn't think any of it was funny. He looked at Irene as if to plead – make them stop.
"Ladies….," Irene started, but Helena was asking her to write down that Pete should get his legs waxed and Pete was taking them seriously and protesting, but agreeing to maybe a chest wax because he was interested in how that would look until Myka reminded him how waxing worked and then the former marine bent over in phantom pain at just the thought.
Irene felt like she was surrounded by teenagers.
Then suddenly, the dining room doors opened and everyone was surrounded by Berings. They had rushed out when they heard the fuss and were now hugging and kissing a very surprised Helena and Myka.
"Mother?" Myka said, startled by their appearance. Her mother and father kissed her and everyone started to speak at once.
"What the ….," Helena asked as she looked at Irene.
"I was trying to tell you," Irene pointed out.
"Kevin, this is Helena Wells. This is the woman your sister-in-law is marrying," Jeannie said as if Kevin didn't speak English and she needed to enunciate the words – loudly.
"Ms. Wells," Kevin said almost apologetically, "It is a pleasure to meet you."
"At first, we were kind of uncomfortable with the idea," Warren explained to his favorite son-in-law.
"At first?" Myka let slip out.
"Kind of?" Helena echoed.
"Oh come on, Myka, you know this whole thing took all of us by surprise," Tracy said and then the room erupted into Berings talking about how well they had handled it.
"We have been very open minded about this," Warren said because his definition of open minded was agreeing to change the brand of toilet paper he had used for 27 years after much griping.
"Why aren't you crossing off – future in-laws arrive and cause total chaos on your list, Irene? Didn't see this coming?" Helena poked at her friend as she patiently waited for Myka to get a hold of her relatives.
"So how does this work, do you both wear dresses or are you…?" Tracy asked of the bridal attire.
"Oh my God," Myka cringed. Being with her family was like going for a swim in cold waters. That first jolt in was a doozy and it took a while to get acclimated.
"They're both wearing dresses. I asked," Jeannie confirmed.
Helena looked at Kevin who seemed to be attempting to shut his wife up. "You'll have to share your secrets," Helena said to him.
"Oh Warren, that's for them to decide," Jeannie said of the topic her husband was raising.
"I think she should take Myka's name. Bering is a fine name. It's an American name," Warren said proudly. "It's a damn fine name." He patted his younger daughter's arm who had the good sense to hyphenate her name.
Irene instinctively grabbed Helena's arm because she knew any second now, the Brit was going to explode. Myka was frantically trying to think of something to make them quiet down. Their presence was a bit of a surprise and she had walked into this unprepared.
"Can you give me one good reason why you shouldn't take Myka's name?" Warren asked Helena.
And then – perhaps out of desperation – Myka channeled ….her inner Helena.
"Do you know," she shouted above the clamor, "…that four of eleven Berings that served in the Civil War….fought for the South?"
At first her question made absolutely no sense to the uninvited guests. "What the devil are you talking about, Myka?" Warren asked confused. It only took a minute for them to put together their surname, the side of the Civil War, and the fact that Irene Frederic was standing with them. Myka's desperate attempt was enough to cause them discomfort and distract them – for a minute.
"How do you know they were any of our relatives?" her father demanded.
"Maybe your father's family were the other seven," Jeannie quickly pointed out.
Warren looked at a silent Irene and promptly declared; "All our Berings were from the North."
Helena bit her lip to think her own faux pas was now coming out of Myka's mouth. For a brief moment, there was dead silence. Then the door to the living room slid opened.
"Oh my God, the Berings!" came the exclamation from the techie and her girlfriend. They both looked at Irene to see if this was as big a surprise as it appeared to be.
"This kid can fix any computer," Warren said, hugging Claudia and introducing her to Kevin. "And this one is a relative. Darnedest thing – they didn't even know it," the man continued because he heard the story on the news.
Helena's eyes scanned the group until she found Myka, who looked overwhelmed. She walked the short distance to her. "Now Myka, we'll get …through this," Helena assured her.
"I'm sorry Helena," Myka said because she always felt the need to apologize for her family.
"There's no need. They present nothing we can't handle," Helena assured her, gently hugging her waist.
"Could this get any worse?" Myka asked, and life decided to answer her.
"Who are you again?" the reporter asked the man pushing his way through the crowd to speak to the Wells Security guard.
"I'm the man Myka Bering was supposed to marry," Sam said, believing it. He flashed his badge which didn't impress the Wells employee at all. "Just tell her I'm here. She'll want to see me," he assured him.
The guard had called Pete who found his phone in his jacket, and told him about the man and the press that were starting to ask questions.
"Ah Myka?" Pete said, softly.
"I have to get them back to the hotel," Myka said of her parents and sounded like she was talking about a group of monkeys that escaped their pens.
"Myka?" Pete said again, but Myka was holding her head now.
" MS. BERING!" Pete yelled now and got everyone's attention.
"What? Sorry, what is it Pete?" Myka asked with a 'please, not now' tone in her voice.
Pete's eyes darted back and forth – to Myka then to the crowd behind her. "You've got a visitor."
The last thing Myka wanted was another visitor. "Oh for the love of Mike," Myka let out.
"More like for the love of Myka," Pete blurted out. "And I don't think it would be good if the press sees him dismissed. He's already told them he was supposed to marry you," he whispered even lower.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Myka moaned. "What the bloody hell does he want?"
Irene looked to see if Helena had uttered those words, but she hadn't. "You're rubbing off on her," the woman said to Helena.
"If only you hadn't interrupted," Helena chastised her friend.
Irene told Mr. and Mrs. Bering, Tracy and Kevin, that they had to go back to the hotel, as there was much to do that evening to get ready. They said goodbye and Steve took them out through the kitchen to the street. Irene instructed the younger staff members to return to the living room. Then she waited to see what the next commotion would bring.
"Helena," Myka said, taking a deep breath. "Sam is outside. He wants to talk to me. Pete feels if I don't, he'll just talk to the press. I would like to tell him – one last time – to leave us alone. Are you okay with that?"
Helena listened. Oddly enough, no anger rose inside her. Instead, she turned calmly to Irene and asked; "What number is dealing with your thick-headed former boyfriend on your list?"
Even Irene was surprised. As soon as Myka mentioned his name, the HR Director instinctively put herself between Helena and the door. She was certain the woman would make a leap for him. "Now Helena…," Irene automatically started, but Helena wasn't moving.
Myka read Helena's face to see what she thought. There was no disruptive feeling coming from her, no threatening look. In fact, the only thing Myka saw was Helena's sympathetic look for her having to deal with him. Even Pete was amazed at how calm a vibe he detected.
"You're okay if I talk to him?" Myka asked. Helena smiled to think Myka wasn't asking permission.
"Yes, I am," Helena said truthfully.
"I'll tell him…again," Myka said and nodded to Pete to let him in. If the man was stupid enough to show up at their home, Myka worried about what else he would do.
"Do we need to be here?" Irene asked Helena and suggested they go into the living room where Helena's next idea was born.
"Is that okay with you?" Helena asked Myka as Pete held onto the door in case Helena made a run at Sam.
"Yes, this won't take long," Myka said.
Irene led the way and Helena went with her – willingly. Yes, willingly. Inside, Eileen and Claudia were busy picking out their attire for the wedding. "Hey, Mrs. F, is your dress going to be as low cut as Bridget's?" Claudia asked.
Irene stopped long enough to look at the picture on Claudia's laptop and immediately wrote down something on her pad. She had more urgent things to attend to right now.
"Now Helena, there is no sense….," Irene started her lecture, but realized Helena wasn't pacing the room, nor ranting, nor threatening the life of the man. Now this was a nice surprise and the woman looked over and smiled. It truly seemed as if Helena was managing fine on her own.
"What?" Helena asked under the weighty stare. "What have you always told me?" the Brit asked.
"The list is endless," Irene said in a soft voice unable to choose the one thing that might fit this occasion.
"Play nice or fight fair, Helena," the genius repeated in her best imitation of Irene's sternest voice. It was close enough to make her two younger charges get hysterical. Helena was indeed proud of herself. She walked over to her desk.
"So ….this is you…..playing nice?" Irene had to guess. It certainly was unexpected considering the last time Helena saw this man, she subdued him.
"And….. fighting fair," Helena said, taking a gun out from her desk drawer.
Pete opened the door and waved for the guard to let Sam through. He walked in to what he knew could be a hostile environment, but was willing to take the chance. He had thought it all through, and rehearsed what he was going to say. All he wanted was one last chance before Myka made this terrible mistake. Sam believed he owed it to her.
"Myka," he said because he had never seen her look so beautiful. How was it that each time he saw her, she seemed more and more beautiful to him?
"Sam," she said, and quickly turned her head so that his kiss landed on her check and not his intended target.
"We need to talk," Sam said.
"We don't actually, but I have a few minutes if you have something to say," Myka responded and extended her hand for him to sit down on the lounge couch in the front entry way.
Pete looked at Myka for the signal to stay or leave. She smiled and nodded, telling Pete she was fine. He excused himself and went into the kitchen. If he was going to have to be quick on his feet when Helena pounced on this guy, he needed energy. Opening the door to the kitchen allowed Bandit to escape and he went running to Myka.
"You have a dog? You like dogs?" Sam asked as the husky ran to Myka and growled in a low voice at the uninvited guest.
"I adore them," Myka said, not surprised he didn't know. "It's okay, Bandit."
"Myka, I heard about your wedding and I had to try one more time," Sam said, getting up off the couch so he could pace – away from the dog. "Is your boss locked up?" he asked, looking around.
"She's my fiancée. Are you afraid of her?" Myka almost laughed and was thinking - 'you should be'. Myka never wanted to encourage Helena's protectiveness, but she had to admit, when Helena growled a threat in someone's ear, it was a complete turn on.
"Don't be ridiculous," Sam coughed and puffed out his chest. "Myka, I think you're making a mistake and that's why I came." 'She could drop you like a sack of potatoes,' Myka thought and smiled. "I had to talk to you," he said again. 'You know, I know it, and hell, Helena really knows it,' Myka's thoughts continued.
"Sam, why do you think I would listen to you?" Myka asked, as she bent down petting the dog who was sizing up where he could bite Sam.
"You won't listen to anyone apparently, but I felt it was my duty….," and the word make Myka laugh out loud.
"Your duty? What are you saving the nation, Sam?" she asked.
"As your friend," he said and Myka saw how serious he was. He really believed this.
"Oh, as my friend," Myka said, hoping he would hear how ridiculous that sounded. Myka told Bandit to go back to the kitchen and he did, but not without looking back and barking his warning. "Sam, listen, I appreciate that you were brave enough to come here. But I have never been happier in my life. Nothing can stop me from marrying Helena. We were meant to be together. I truly believe that," Myka said, standing and walking him to the front of the hallway again.
"Myka, I don't know what …what hold…she has on you. You're too sensible. But you and I were meant to be together, until she came along. You are I were in love!" he protested.
"Sam, the problem was – you and I were in love with the same person – you! And until Helena came into my life, I truly didn't know what love was," Myka said and was sorry those words would sting.
"Kids, Myka?" he played his last card pathetically. "What will you do if you want kids?"
Myka looked at the door that stood between her and Helena and broke out into the widest grin. "We'll have them," she said definitely and was lost in her own dreamy state for a minute thinking about that. "Now Sam, it really is time for you to go. I want you to know …..it really is over and you must let go of ….this," Myka said, unsure of what to call his desperate attempts.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Myka," Sam pleaded one more time.
"I'm sorry that you can't, Sam. You really should move on and find someone who will appreciate what ….." Myka struggled to find the words. "…you have to offer," Myka tried and put her hand on the doorknob.
"He's here?" Eileen all but yelled and now had Irene's attention. "He's an idiot! A complete idiot. Let me at him," she said and started to move, but found herself blocked by the HR Director.
"Now dear, I think Ms. Bering has it all taken care of," Irene said, trying to calm the woman.
"I'll see if her dress comes with a muzzle," Claudia said, but looked proudly at her girlfriend.
"Give me the gun, I'll shoot him," Eileen said, now crazed that this man would try to upset her favorite couple.
Irene watched in horror as Helena handed the weapon to her. Eileen held it gingerly and at arm's length, unsure of what to do next. The gun was light, but her hand shook as if it were very heavy.
"Is it loaded?" Claudia asked calmly because she had seen the gun before. In fact, she had used it.
"Oh yes, ready to go," Helena said, smiling.
Irene thought right then and there, there must be a Wells gene that caused people to be completely irrational. "Absolutely not!" Irene said. "No one is shooting anyone. We have a damn wedding to plan."
Helena considered it a personal best when she could get Irene to curse. She broke out in laughter and gently removed the gun from her protégé's hand. "I would do it myself, but it's a two-woman job."
"I can do it. Just tell me …okay, I can't really hurt him," Eileen explained.
"Well, thank God reason has prevailed," Irene said.
"Ready?" Helena said to her IT side-kick.
"Ready," Claudia affirmed, tapping widely on her keys to open the program.
"All you have to do…," Helena said, as she showed Eileen how to hold the contraption, "…..is aim it at his buttocks."
"Oh for heaven's sake, Helena. You're not going to shoot him," Irene protested.
"Of course I'm not. Miss Sullivan is, aren't you?" Helena said, feeling quite proud of the volunteer.
"It's not a real gun right?" Eileen wanted clarified. "It's not…illegal?"
"It's less harmful than a taser. And it will simply pinch him for a second. Then for a short time, we will be able to keep track of our Mr. Martino and make sure he doesn't try anything that would cause me to have to do jail time instead of go on my honeymoon!" Helena said, trying to get Irene to understand.
"Oh this is ridiculous," Irene tried. "Are you going to tell Myka you're shooting him?"
"As soon as it's done," Helena said, rolling her eyes. She then instructed her young assassin how to discharge the weapon.
"Helena, you can't let her…," Irene said, as Eileen stuffed the dart weapon in her jacket.
"You said it yourself, Irene, she's a Wells," Helena said, dismissing the woman's concern. "Think about it. The man showed up …here. Do you think he's not capable of trying to come to the ceremony?"
Helena had a point. It wasn't a good one, but it was something to think about. Of course, Wells Security would have his picture and he wouldn't get anywhere near them.
"Besides, he came into my house," Helena said, territorially – "...he's lucky it's not a real gun."
"She's got a point," Claudia said, defending her boss.
"Fine, if you think it's necessary, but please promise me you won't shoot anyone in her family. Even if it is tempting," Irene added in a lower voice.
Myka was saying goodbye one more time when the door to the living room opened and Helena emerged.
"Mr. Martino! I can say truthfully, I never expected to see you in our home," Helena said, approaching him. She purposely walked in front of the door so he could not exit, and now his back was towards her accomplice.
"I felt it necessary to come," Sam said defensively.
"We're done talking," Myka said, standing next to Helena now.
"I admire your courage, Mr. Martino," Helena lied and took Myka's hand on purpose. Helena then deftly unclasped Myka's charm bracelet in one swift motion so that it loosened and dropped to the floor.
Instinctively upon hearing the sound, Sam bent down to retrieve it – and Helena gave the signal. Eileen held her breath…which wasn't difficult because she had pretty much stopped breathing since agreeing to do this …and discharged the weapon. The whooshing noise the tiny tracker dart made as it was ejected from the gun directly through the man's suit to its intended target – was the only sound in the room.
Instantly, Sam stood erect from the sting and was about to question what caused it, when Helena grabbed his hand, slapped him hard on his arm, and wished him well. The pain in his arm overrode the sting and he rubbed his arm now instead. "Farewell, Mr. Martino."
Helena walked back to Eileen, who was breathing erratically. "Bravo, Miss Sullivan, bravo!" Helena said, taking the gun back discreetly.
The woman turned to her girlfriend, who was squeezing her hand. "Nice shot!" she whispered, looking down at her phone and seeing the beeper online.
Myka opened the door and Sam reluctantly left. Myka closed the door and turned to look at the women standing there. "I hope that's the last time he does anything like this."
"I promise you love, next time we will see him coming," Helena said, and only Claudia broke out into a giggle.
Irene shook her head at the thought that she had been a part of this. Eileen looked at Helena, her eyes pleading with her to tell Myka.
"I had Mr. Martino injected with a tiny homing device so that he can be temporarily tracked," Helena said proudly. "It's the same one Ms. Donovan used on me …a long time ago."
Myka remembered when Helena surgically removed the device …and stitched up the small wound herself. The tiny scar was one of Myka's favorite places on Helena's skin to kiss because it reminded her of the lengths Helena would go to in order to keep tabs on things.
"He won't get near you again without my knowing it," Helena said matter of factly.
Myka looked over at Helena, her view narrowing in on her alone. The rest of the people, the noise, everything seemed to disappear – there was only Helena. Myka's eyes scanned Helena's face – her ivory skin, her gorgeous hair that was never out of place, her eyes that twinkled as she looked back at Myka. She walked the short distance between them and pulled Helena into her.
"How did I get so lucky to have you be my One?" Myka asked, not caring anyone else was there.
Helena was only slightly surprised that Myka was being so intimate in front of the others. "I don't know, but I bet it's somewhere on Irene's list."
Irene knew immediately that was her cue. "Let's go ladies," she said to her companions and they exited the hallway into the kitchen.
"How the hell am I going to confess this?" Eileen asked Claudia as they walked out.
"You know you just said hell, right?" Claudia teased her back.
"See? This is how it starts," Eileen lamented as the women left with Leena for the night.
"Now…where was I?" Myka said, when there was silence in the house. "I think you were over here…," she said, pushing Helena into the place she first was when they walked in. "And I was doing …this, right?" she teased as she lifted Helena's dress up slowly.
"Yes," Helena gasped, grateful they were back on track.
"Now, was I doing this…..?" Myka asked, running her index finger along the waistline of her underwear.
"You…were," Helena gasped.
"Or was it here?" Myka asked in Helena's ear, running her fingers up Helena's thigh.
"All those…places," Helena gasped.
Myka looked at Helena in the soft low light of the hallway. "I love you, Helena, with all my heart," she whispered as she caught Helena's moan in a kiss, her touch releasing an eruption of long awaited pleasure, making it hard for Helena to stand.