Bette couldnt sleep. This was not a new thing but tonight she should have flaked right out, it had been a very long day and evening. After the show Bette drove home without even attending the party that was currently going on at Milk, the local ***** nightclub. Bette was a regular there and a lot of people wondered where she was while partying and sexing it up. At home though it felt a little boring, Bette loved her home but she had been looking forward to the party all week. However the prospect of taking home another skinny little inexperienced ***** didnt appeal to her tonight, she felt like taking it easy. But she wasnt used to taking it easy and tonight Bette tossed and turned. Earlier upon entering her home Bette flung her stuff on the ground and opened the fridge right away. She never ate at her gallerys shows, it was bad form. Digging through the almost empty refrigerator Bette came upon old take-out that mold had not yet attacked. Opening up a can of sprizter mandarin she had her dinner. Brushing and washing up after Bette went into her bedroom and got out her PJs. There was a mirror on the far side of the room and Bette often changed in front of it; it was one of her most private habits. Bette liked to watch herself take off clothes; it was almost like practice when undressing in front of another person. Once out of her suit Bette touched herself on the stomach. It was flat with a strong hint of muscled abs, her hands went up and touched the sides of her breastover the nipples, they were still ***** and werent sagging, and her hands went down and felt her thighstaut with sinewy muscle. Satisfied Bette got dressed in her night clothes and went into bed. Wrong idea. For a full hour Bette tried every sleep position imaginable, every one was uncomfortable and turning over and over Bette couldnt keep the image of jumping sheep in her mind. Finally jumping out of Bette cursed to herselfFuck itand tossed herself like salad out of her night clothes. Opening her wardrobe she took out herparty clothes. A ***** coal-black t-shirt with long sleeves, tight so it showed every knot of muscle on her arms, back, and torso. Putting on a necklace it accented the dip in the shirt perfectly. Taking out her skinny jeans, dark blue, Bette slid them on and put on a thick and heavy black belt with a silver buckle. She spent twenty minutes straightening her hair and dabbing on make-up. Once finished, Bette looked into the mirror and saw a predatora ***** mamma on the prowl. Giggling to herself Bette took the car keys out of the key bowl and jumped into her Saab, roaring into the night.