Chuck E Cheese Helen Henny Novels & Stories

he asked as he unscrewed the top of the tonic water. Helen smiled and searched the tray for crackers. Noticing there weren’t any and she found the nerve to complain. “Don’t rich people eat crackers?” she asked, picking up a piece of cheese and putting it in her mouth. “Of course,” Dominic laughed. “How thoughtless of me. I’ll be right back.” Apparently, he thought her demanding a cracker was adorable, and Helen wondered if she could do anything that would turn Dominic off. Well, once both of them spilled their guts, he would see how poorly the two of them matched up. Helen would have bet her falsies on it.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. There was a merry glint in Helen's eye as she set a conspiratorial look upon the speaker, bending farther down. "I think we ought to play a game," she said low and huskily. I was surprised at first. A game? Now? But as I looked into Helen's eyes, I saw her sincerity there, her genuine desire to drive my mind off things. And so, I nodded, my mind slowly shifting gears. "Play a game?" I repeated, curiosity laced in my voice. Helen nodded and a grin overspread her face. "Yes, mam. Whoever wins will be paid by the loser $80," she said, her hands emphasizing that. I cocked an eyebrow, surprised by the amount.

Helen took the opportunity to go back over everything she’d told her granddaughter so far. Stella was right—she’d done quite a bit of elaborating--and it might be difficult to remember all of the details. She realized Memory hadn’t asked her where she was visiting from, so she decided to tell her St. Charles, Illinois, if she asked since it also had a reputation as a town where the people loved Christmas, and she’d mentioned owning a Christmas shop. Helen thought she had everything sorted out so that by the time the customers left, she was ready to launch phase two of her plan—if she could call introducing herself and blundering through a conversation phase one. So far, she hadn’t done anyth

By the time he was done, Helen's gaze was unfocused and her cheeks flushed. She kept licking her lips as if under influence as well. Chaz seized her chin right then and smiled sinisterly. "Hahaha! A Southdam healer from before taught me this trick—no matter how tough a woman could be, they'd soon be a slobbering, thirsty slut! They'd never remember what happened either… and you have no idea how long I've been holding back, Helen Lane!" He then took a seat, resting his chin on his palm leisurely.