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Fade up on:
Sierra Hills Memorial Hospital.
Oh, this isn't going to start well, is it folks.
GIRLFRIEND!!!!???? GET ME MY TISSUES AND MAKE IT SNAPPY!
Yep, it's Dana.
Btw - and for no other reason than I'm a huge show-off ham - Dana is using
the exact same model of mobile/cell phone that I do.
Which, btw, is a lovely sexy silver Motorola RAZR V3.
SEE! I'm as cool as Dana Fairbanks is!
*lets the self-delusion continue....*
"You're looking very serious Dr Shapiro..." asks Dana nervously, as she puts
away her phone.
"Well, I will try not to be too serious..." says the Doc, trying to put her
at ease.
HOWEVER, the news he has for her is NOT good.
"The results of your biopsy indicate, what we call, 'infiltrating ductile
carcinoma' "
Dana repeats it, "ductile carcinoma", bitterly trying to comprehend.
Dr Shapiro sits down and tells Dana her options.
One of which is a mastectomy (i.e. the removal of the entire affected
breast)
"Y'know, Dana, this is NOT a death-sentence...."
"Cancer..." Dana spits out bitterly, getting out of her chair to go stare
out the window.
Dr Shapiro stands and asks her if there's anyone she'd like him to call.
If she'd like to do this at another time.
She stands there, weighing what she should say, then decides on:
"I just need you to tell me what I need to DO"
The Doc says he needs to schedule her for surgery, adding that if she wants
to reconstruct the breast, it will take a little longer,
- "Reconstruct....." echoes Dana bitterly -
as they do that at the same, but need to get her to see a plastic surgeon
etc.
Suddenly she whirls round.
"NO I don't wanna wait! I want it OFF! I want it off NOW!" states Dana
firmly. Almost coldly.
Cut to:
Bette, at home, meditating.
Or trying to.
She's sitting at their bedroom window, loads of votive candles in front of
her, and she's trying to relax but we can hear the voices that are going
through her head:
Tina: somebody in this family's gotta make a living!
Herself: I have made a living for the last 15 years - I don't think MY
ability to make a living is really in question!
Tina: I'm not questioning your ABILITY, I'm questioning your DESIRE.
Her concentration is further broken by a little 'DING DONG!' that can be
heard in the background.
Eventually she gives up trying to relax and goes to investigate the sound,
which lets us see that Angelica is asleep on their bed behind her.
Awwwww.
Bette goes over to the laptop on the blanket box at the end of their bed and
opens it, as it's THAT which is dinging and donging.
Oh Tina?! Little tip honey pie! - when you have cybersex with some guy,
DON'T leave A) your laptop ON and lying around the house, B) your messenger
program ON.
Foolish woman......
Bette, having opened the laptop up, looks perplexed at what she finds on the
screen.
[DaddyOf2]
Hi Lindsey76.
[DaddyOf2]
R U there?
[DaddyOf2]
I'm hard for you.
Ooooooh dear.
Under Tina's ID, Bette types a reply:
[Lindsey76]
Who the hell is this?
'He' replies thus:
[DaddyOf2]
want me to take it out?
a little pre cum sqrting out.
Mm. Nice. Blech.
Bette still thinks this person is just another guy in a chatroom trying his
luck.
She scoffs at that reply and adds:
[Lindsey76]
I think you have the wrong person.
Unfortunately, 'he' replies thus:
[DaddyOf2]
dyke w/baby seeks
real man for good fuck
Oh the humanity.
You see the truth start to dawn on Bette's face, as 'he' continues to repeat
things Tina has previously typed to him:
[DaddyOf2]
slide ur big cock into
my blonde pussy. Lindsey.
Bette slams shut the laptop angrily and the cat is out of the bag!
I wouldn't like to be Tina when she gets home.
Nope. Nu-huh.
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