lucky."
Cori snickered some more than followed Reece, helping her count in the boxes. "What the hell was that anyway? I think my ears are bleeding."
Reece hoisted a box. "That... was The Plasmatics. The world’s greatest rock and roll band."
Cori tried to budge a box. "Them? Didn't they make an entire album about maggots?"
"Please. Chuck Berry sang about his ding-a-ling and they worshipped him." Reece watched Cori struggle with the box. "What are you doing here anyway?" she disappeared into the store room.
Cori looked offended. "What? Can't I help?"
Reece laughed on her way back. "You? Manual labor?"
Cori harrumphed. "I have you know, I hung a perfectly good picture last Tuesday." Cori began dragging the heavy box, then gave up and sat on it.
Reece lifted Cori and the box. "I'm impressed., coming from the freak who can't even paint on fake eyebrows straight. "
"You love me and you know it."
They carried and dragged boxes into the storage room, bantering and arguing the whole time, until Cori decided to come out with it.
"So, Faith tells me you guys were discussing the script?"
"Yeah, well, I don't know anything really, but she told me about the girlfriend part."
Cori watched Reece carefully. "And, you're okay with that?"
The tall woman shrugged. ""Yeah, why shouldn't I be?"
Cori narrowed her eyes. Reece didn’t have a clue and she wasn't going to be the one to tell her. "Oh, no, of course you'd be good with it. So, has she told you much about it?"
Reece stopped what she was doing and stared at Cori. "Spit it out Freak. What are you getting at?"
"Nothing!" She smiled weakly. "Just asking."
After finishing the script, Faith paced the house, waiting anxiously for Reece to come home. She thought to call her, but decided against it, knowing she had to face Reece with it. Sure, there was going to be a war, but it had to be done. The thing she couldn't figure out was how to tell her. Lead up to it gently? Come right out and say she's going to be having hot sex? So, it's simulated and assumed, but it sure was close enough. There was lip to lip, tongue to tongue, breast grabbing, and of course, the ever popular orgasms. Faith groaned out loud. This was going to be the hardest thing ever.
PART 7
W HILE NERVOUSLY AWAITING the rumble of Reece's Harley, Faith jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. Not wanting to be on the phone when Reece came home, she let the machine pick up. Cori's stern voice did nothing for her anxiety.
"Faith, I know you're there, and I won't hang up until you talk to me."
The actress walked slowly to the phone while Cori hummed the theme from Jeopardy. "What is bad timing, Alex."
Cori chuckled despite the seriousness of her call. "What exactly did you tell Reece about the script?"
"Not enough. Shit, Cor, this is bad! There are things in this movie I love, but then there are things I don't exactly feel comfortable with."
Cori's eyebrows went up. "Elaborate."
"The story is great. Meredith is a fantastic character, but the sex is just short of the Playboy Channel."
"Well, like I said, they wrote it for you. and if you like the rest, you probably have the clout to change the smut factor."
Faith grimaced, at the word smut. "I hope, but in any case, I have to tell Reece and I'm expecting her any minute. I'm just about ready to have a panic attack!"
"I just left her, she should be there any second, and the good news is she's in a pretty cool mood."
Faith's eyes widened. "Really?"
Cori screwed up her face. "Yeah, but then again, I don't know that there's any thing that could help break that kind of news to her. Good luck and if you need me, I'll be holding my cell in my hand all night."
Faith grumbled. "Great, now I'm scared all over again!"
"Aw hon, now you know she'll blow hard, but after hearing that you aren't comfortable with it, and are going to fix it she'll most likely mellow down a little bit."
"Oh god I hope." The sound of the Harley driving up put Faith into full panic
Cori snickered some more than followed Reece, helping her count in the boxes. "What the hell was that anyway? I think my ears are bleeding."
Reece hoisted a box. "That... was The Plasmatics. The world’s greatest rock and roll band."
Cori tried to budge a box. "Them? Didn't they make an entire album about maggots?"
"Please. Chuck Berry sang about his ding-a-ling and they worshipped him." Reece watched Cori struggle with the box. "What are you doing here anyway?" she disappeared into the store room.
Cori looked offended. "What? Can't I help?"
Reece laughed on her way back. "You? Manual labor?"
Cori harrumphed. "I have you know, I hung a perfectly good picture last Tuesday." Cori began dragging the heavy box, then gave up and sat on it.
Reece lifted Cori and the box. "I'm impressed., coming from the freak who can't even paint on fake eyebrows straight. "
"You love me and you know it."
They carried and dragged boxes into the storage room, bantering and arguing the whole time, until Cori decided to come out with it.
"So, Faith tells me you guys were discussing the script?"
"Yeah, well, I don't know anything really, but she told me about the girlfriend part."
Cori watched Reece carefully. "And, you're okay with that?"
The tall woman shrugged. ""Yeah, why shouldn't I be?"
Cori narrowed her eyes. Reece didn’t have a clue and she wasn't going to be the one to tell her. "Oh, no, of course you'd be good with it. So, has she told you much about it?"
Reece stopped what she was doing and stared at Cori. "Spit it out Freak. What are you getting at?"
"Nothing!" She smiled weakly. "Just asking."
After finishing the script, Faith paced the house, waiting anxiously for Reece to come home. She thought to call her, but decided against it, knowing she had to face Reece with it. Sure, there was going to be a war, but it had to be done. The thing she couldn't figure out was how to tell her. Lead up to it gently? Come right out and say she's going to be having hot sex? So, it's simulated and assumed, but it sure was close enough. There was lip to lip, tongue to tongue, breast grabbing, and of course, the ever popular orgasms. Faith groaned out loud. This was going to be the hardest thing ever.
PART 7
W HILE NERVOUSLY AWAITING the rumble of Reece's Harley, Faith jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. Not wanting to be on the phone when Reece came home, she let the machine pick up. Cori's stern voice did nothing for her anxiety.
"Faith, I know you're there, and I won't hang up until you talk to me."
The actress walked slowly to the phone while Cori hummed the theme from Jeopardy. "What is bad timing, Alex."
Cori chuckled despite the seriousness of her call. "What exactly did you tell Reece about the script?"
"Not enough. Shit, Cor, this is bad! There are things in this movie I love, but then there are things I don't exactly feel comfortable with."
Cori's eyebrows went up. "Elaborate."
"The story is great. Meredith is a fantastic character, but the sex is just short of the Playboy Channel."
"Well, like I said, they wrote it for you. and if you like the rest, you probably have the clout to change the smut factor."
Faith grimaced, at the word smut. "I hope, but in any case, I have to tell Reece and I'm expecting her any minute. I'm just about ready to have a panic attack!"
"I just left her, she should be there any second, and the good news is she's in a pretty cool mood."
Faith's eyes widened. "Really?"
Cori screwed up her face. "Yeah, but then again, I don't know that there's any thing that could help break that kind of news to her. Good luck and if you need me, I'll be holding my cell in my hand all night."
Faith grumbled. "Great, now I'm scared all over again!"
"Aw hon, now you know she'll blow hard, but after hearing that you aren't comfortable with it, and are going to fix it she'll most likely mellow down a little bit."
"Oh god I hope." The sound of the Harley driving up put Faith into full panic
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