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Helen smiled as she looked up. "Remember that surprise I talked about yesterday when I called you?" Jessica nodded before she realized that someone was standing next to her. She turned to see a striking young woman with long blonde curly hair smiling at her. Helen got to her feet, came around the table, and hugged the stranger before making introductions. "Jess," she smiled, "This is my Hardcore niece. Belinda, this is my good friend, Jessica Peterson." Henry's Mom got to her feet and was surprised when the girl hugged and kissed her on the cheek. "Hello, Belinda. It's so nice to meet you." "You're Henry's Mom, right?" The girl asked, "Aunt Helen has told me so much about you, Mrs. Peterson," she smiled with a glint in her blue eyes, "We tell each other everything." "Oh?" replied Jessica. Well, this was all completely unexpected as they sat down and made small talk over tea and scones. It soon became obvious to her that Belinda was more than just a coffee morning surprise.� Helen confirmed it when she turned to her half an hour later as the mood between the three women subtly changed. "Maybe we can take our little get together someplace else," she suggested as she looked at the two blonde women sat opposite her before her gaze settled on her longtime friend, "What say you, Jess," she asked, "Your motel or mine?" As they got to their feet to leave, the younger woman turned to Jessica, "Oh, by the way, no one calls me Belinda," she said brightly. "Then what do I call you?" asked Jessica. "Binky," smiled the girl who had the most ridiculously bosomy figure under her flowery dress and black coat, "Everyone calls me Binky Brewster." The End. Notes: Better late than never. Different challenge and was fun to write. Enjoyed your comments. 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