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    The Deal – (Chapter: Dinner with the Carlins)

    “Well I actually make a, uhh, really great breadstick myself.  Spencer, maybe someday I should try dipping my breadstick into your dessert…” 

    This time all smiles faded.  Spencer’s a look of disgust, Chelsea simply looked away, Glen choked heavily on his food.  And Ashley, well… Ashley smirked.

    “Well Taylor the best breadsticks are soft breadsticks.  Right Mr. C?  Real soft ones.”  The brunette looked towards the man seated at the head of the table.

    “Oh yes.  Breadsticks are best when warm and soft.”  He stated not even aware of what was really going on at his dinner table.

    Taylor looked angrily at the brunette, “yes they’re soft…” he angrily whispered.

    “MOM!  How’s the hospital going hmmm?”  Spencer cut in smiling at her mother, she turned to the brunette and in a harsh whisper scolded her, “no more talking about breadsticks near my dessert!!”

    Ashley’s only response was to rub her legs sensually up and down Spencer’s.

     

    “Oh goodness honey.  It has been so busy this past year.  I don’t know why, but I am so happy you are out of school there is so much violence in schools these few days.  And our new interns this year are absolutely clueless.  I don’t even know what to do with them.  It’s hard to leave them alone I just – I don’t know if I can trust them.”

    Spencer nodded leaning in closer as if listening attentively to what the older blonde was say.  As if Taylor wasn’t currently staring at her.  As if Ashley wasn’t currently reaching across and grazing her leg.

    Dinner went on and Christina, much to Ashley’s appreciation, continually seemed to annoy Taylor.  Spilling her grape juice on him, her food slipping off her plate and falling on his pants.  To the point where even Grannie Paula started getting mad and her young granddaughter.  But this Thanksgiving was different.  Glen didn’t announce that he was recently fired.  Paula didn’t have the opportunity to diss Ashley.  “This year’s contestant,” didn’t get a chance to grope Spencer.  It’s so odd how every time Ashley is around Spencer just felt more protected.  It was as if fate literally changed the way things happened when the two were together.  Dinner went by and it’s amazing how the Carlins could finish a feast that large.  Everyone waddled uncomfortably from the amount of food they had consumed as the plates were put away in the kitchen.

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    1. Anyone know where I can get some of that dessert? lol Can’t wait for the next chapter! Spencer totally has to win. Or it would be hilarious if they lost and had to do the dishes because then they could have a bubble fight and get caught making out? Huh? Sounds good to me? POST SOON!

    2. hahahahhah creamy dessert too funny. rock on christina! that’s one smart little girl there. and um yea glen get real… you so aren’t going to win! pms!

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