12-04-2019, 02:40 PM
"Shit, it would almost be WORTH it..." Troy replied, having accepted that he was going to end up doing whatever Helen told him to, and that fighting back would only cause Helen to escalate. "To see some fucker... try to lay a hand on... Colonel Tom Andrews' only daughter... just to SEE what she does to him!"
"What if it's some girl? That's... a whole different story! Hey, Troy... You remember Mrs. White?"
Helen unlocked the Honeymoon Suite door with her new owner's passkey. They continued talking, their laughter dying away; letting the men with the boxes go first, as they walked inside. Helen looked at Troy, resigned to his fate, but not at all upset about it. He smiled at her. The Helen Smile. Whatever else happened, everything was worth that to her.
"Mrs. White's here?" Troy asked.
"So's Mr. White. They've aged quite well, ya know. Mmm... both of them. But "Bloodletting" is just about ending now, so here's what's happening." Helen said as she started to close the door.
* * *
"I'd never heard that part of it before," Julie Equals said, sipping the coffee that had been made after Susan and Colleen got the machine in their suite running. "Dammit, now I wish someone else had taken your chair too!"
"Neither had I," Susan Bailey responded as the four of them sat around the coffee table in their suite aboard the Air Finzione SST. The pilot had announced that they would be landing within the hour, so they decided to sit where the seatbelts were in the Contessa Class suites aboard Air Finzione. "I mean, I'm still pissed off at her for it, but it explains a couple of things." Like why at breakfast the next morning, all I wanted was a plate of kippers and two glasses of milk."
They all laughed.
"Well, why'd ye all go along," Colleen asked with a sip. "I mean, you coulda stopped her, Troy, nae?"
Troy patted Julie on the knee with his right hand and left it there as he responded.
"I could've tried, but not likely. Helen took to Doing What We Do better than I did. All of the women in my life have, actually."
"Oh, ah, tha's something I've noticed. You call it 'Doing What We Do,'" Colleen paused to finish her coffee. She also seemed to be trying to drop more of her native accent as they got closer to the destination; "switching to the work one," as she put it. "the Countess calls it 'The Thing,'"
Troy responded.
"I guess that's just... well, her thing. As for me stopping her, there are degrees of how forceful we can be with it, and it's hard to put to numbers..."
Julie interrupted him with a playful shove.
"Oh, fuck that, Math Boy! Like all these years, you would have been content to sit back and not try to quantify or measure What We Do? You are Troy Equals, my Math Boy; I know you've sat down and worked the numbers!"
"Ok, ok," Troy admitted. "Well, since the four of us are the only ones I know that can do it, there's no real system of measurement. If we're trying to pin things to... I'm a comic nerd, so let's say 'power levels;' I'd have to say I'm near the bottom. It'd be this lady," He patted Susan's thigh with his left hand. "Then me, then Helen, and up at the top is the woman whom Helen describes as 'The one whose legs you spend so much time between that your mail gets delivered to her pussy.' And I expect this one to surpass me too."
He looked at Susan and patted her thigh again for emphasis.
"Ok, ok," Susan said, standing up and walking over to Julie, sitting on her other side and placing a hand on her other knee. "I was hoping to finish my coffee first, but all right; spread 'em, Julie."
Everyone laughed again, then Colleen motioned for Susan to get back to her seat as the Fasten Seat Belts signs around the suite lit up.
* * *
"What if it's some girl? That's... a whole different story! Hey, Troy... You remember Mrs. White?"
Helen unlocked the Honeymoon Suite door with her new owner's passkey. They continued talking, their laughter dying away; letting the men with the boxes go first, as they walked inside. Helen looked at Troy, resigned to his fate, but not at all upset about it. He smiled at her. The Helen Smile. Whatever else happened, everything was worth that to her.
"Mrs. White's here?" Troy asked.
"So's Mr. White. They've aged quite well, ya know. Mmm... both of them. But "Bloodletting" is just about ending now, so here's what's happening." Helen said as she started to close the door.
* * *
"I'd never heard that part of it before," Julie Equals said, sipping the coffee that had been made after Susan and Colleen got the machine in their suite running. "Dammit, now I wish someone else had taken your chair too!"
"Neither had I," Susan Bailey responded as the four of them sat around the coffee table in their suite aboard the Air Finzione SST. The pilot had announced that they would be landing within the hour, so they decided to sit where the seatbelts were in the Contessa Class suites aboard Air Finzione. "I mean, I'm still pissed off at her for it, but it explains a couple of things." Like why at breakfast the next morning, all I wanted was a plate of kippers and two glasses of milk."
They all laughed.
"Well, why'd ye all go along," Colleen asked with a sip. "I mean, you coulda stopped her, Troy, nae?"
Troy patted Julie on the knee with his right hand and left it there as he responded.
"I could've tried, but not likely. Helen took to Doing What We Do better than I did. All of the women in my life have, actually."
"Oh, ah, tha's something I've noticed. You call it 'Doing What We Do,'" Colleen paused to finish her coffee. She also seemed to be trying to drop more of her native accent as they got closer to the destination; "switching to the work one," as she put it. "the Countess calls it 'The Thing,'"
Troy responded.
"I guess that's just... well, her thing. As for me stopping her, there are degrees of how forceful we can be with it, and it's hard to put to numbers..."
Julie interrupted him with a playful shove.
"Oh, fuck that, Math Boy! Like all these years, you would have been content to sit back and not try to quantify or measure What We Do? You are Troy Equals, my Math Boy; I know you've sat down and worked the numbers!"
"Ok, ok," Troy admitted. "Well, since the four of us are the only ones I know that can do it, there's no real system of measurement. If we're trying to pin things to... I'm a comic nerd, so let's say 'power levels;' I'd have to say I'm near the bottom. It'd be this lady," He patted Susan's thigh with his left hand. "Then me, then Helen, and up at the top is the woman whom Helen describes as 'The one whose legs you spend so much time between that your mail gets delivered to her pussy.' And I expect this one to surpass me too."
He looked at Susan and patted her thigh again for emphasis.
"Ok, ok," Susan said, standing up and walking over to Julie, sitting on her other side and placing a hand on her other knee. "I was hoping to finish my coffee first, but all right; spread 'em, Julie."
Everyone laughed again, then Colleen motioned for Susan to get back to her seat as the Fasten Seat Belts signs around the suite lit up.
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