It took me, a long time to realize what Bette had done. I purposely took a long time to digest that Bette was here. She is and always was my best surprise. Right from the beginning, she was always a surprise. She made me fall in lovewith her. She made me feel things I never had, physically and emotionally. She might be hard for the world, for me shes someone so soft that sometimes I am afraid shell melt under my gaze, shell fall apart with my touch, shell cry hearing my voice. Shes here just because I asked. How simple, how loving!

There was warm food in the house and there was chilled wine. There was love in the house. With her words I am home, suddenly it was home, all over again. I was excited as a kid. I fumbled as I hurriedly changed. We ate together. The meal never tasted so good. The wine never so delicious. She smiled and my world lit up. She talked and music filled my life. She told me stories of her trip as I sat spellbound like a kid. She looked at me while I told her about my work. Under her stare I feel I am the only one in the world. She watched me open my gifts. I was six all over again. I was in love all over again. She asked me softly, Do you likeem? I did and I told her that but most of all I liked the real-gift.and I told her that too. Walking over to her, on my knees, I kissed her gently, You are still my favorite though! she pulled me in her lap.

Facing her, in her lap, I caressed her face, held her tight. She rubbed my arms and I was shaking with lust. She looked at me and I was wet. She kissed my neck and I was dying with pleasure. We made love, taking timemaking up for lost time. It was passionate and yet very slow. I am not sure I understand or agree with the pace of time. Time doesnt move at all when Bettes not here and it doesnt stop at all when shes here, with me. It flows quite the opposite way I think it should.

Bette is a master of detail. The things she does to me, things she does for me, shout out loudwhat I mean to her. As I caught my breadth after climaxing formaybe the fifth time, as she held me to soothe my shiverI think. This morning I was so restless, so not-me. I had cringed at the thought of sleeping alone, eating alone, being alone. But, like always she surprised me. I dont have to be alone. I have Bette. I have all of her. I bury my face in her shoulders and in her hair. I whisper, Thank you Baby. I dont want to sleep but then I do because I know I will sleep well today.