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    A Night in the D — Chapter 9

    It came half an hour later than Bette expected, and wasn’t nearly as firm, but the knock did come. Bette breathed in deeply, pulling the door open to reveal Tina before her, in the skirt, yes, but also the jacket, her shirt buttoned up. She looked refreshed, but also somehow exhausted. Still, she looked radiant. Bette couldn’t resist beaming at her and Tina smiled back before speaking.

     

    “I can’t do this.”

     

    Bette gave Tina a wary look before shifting to rest her head against the door frame. “I thought we established that you could.”

     

    “We did,” Tina said, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. “But things have taken a turn.”

     

    “A turn?”

     

    “For the worst.”

     

    Bette frowned. “Care to elaborate?”

     

    “My friend Dean, the one who was supposed to relieve mewell, he can’t. He came in but left-he’s sick.” Tina cringed as she relayed the news, but Bette’s eyes were opaque.

     

    “He’s sick and you have to work for him,” Bette said.

     

    “Right.” Tina looked at the floor, breaking eye contact. “I justI told him I couldn’t stay but there was just no way. He helps me out, I help him,” Tina’s voice trailed off.

     

    Bette nodded. “Huh.” She forced a smile at Tina, who finally raised her head.

     

    “What are you thinking?”

     

    “Uh” Bette pondered the question. “I’m thinking it’s ok. It’s not your fault.”

     

    “It’s ok,” Tina repeated.

     

    “Right, yeah,” Bette pushed herself away from the doorway and ran fingers through her hair. “I mean, it sucks, but what are you gonna do, right? That’s life, I guess.”

     

    Tina’s eyes narrowed. “That’s life,” she said to Bette, watching her closely.

     

    “Uh huh.” Bette was no longer looking at her.

     

    “Seriously, Tina, it’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

     

    Tina’s face hardened as she spoke, repeating after Bette. “It’s not a big deal.”

     

    Bette finally looked back at her, noting the continuing repetition. “What? Did I say the wrong thing?”

     

    Bette’s voice betrayed slight irritation and it was at that moment that Tina’s boiled over. “Did I say the wrong thing? Did you just say did I say the wrong thing?”

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    Comments

    1. OK so what started out as as fun filled lusty one night stand is very nicely turning into something deeper… oh i knew this, its just i like it spelt out for me…lol as always very hot love the tension…

    2. Giddy that’s all I can say this story is electrifying, tingles everywhere. Can this get any better? I shudder to wonder what that would mean for the readers. Post soon please otherwise you can expect a repeat of the night before.

    3. Your story has very quickly moved made my favorite stories list. Previously, I had two stories on my list and you’ve made me add a third. Thanks for this story, an interesting departure from some of the others.

    4. YOU are such a tease, this has been so fun to read I’m glad your not rushing this…I hate it when people rush things!!! Well except their posting times!! Tks

    5. I don’t know how you do it but I am so ecstatic when I see your name on the new story listing. Your storytelling is amazing. So much tension and emotion in relatively few words. I am in awe of your talent.

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