Chapter 2

Bette pounded and kicked the life out of the innocent punching bag hang in her home gym.  Her body soaked in sweat and the bandage on her right hand reddened as the cuts festered.  Unclenching her fists, Bette waited for the blood to rush back and filled the deprived vessels.  Bette watched in anticipation at her trembling hand as the veins engorged with shooting pain.  She needed to feel the pain, an aching reminder that she is alive after all.  She let out a deep sigh, knew it was time to end the punishing routine to her body, and headed for the shower.

The cold water sprayed her body with a sense of revival.  She did not want the muscles in her body to relax; lethargic sets in if she indulged in the relaxing practice of a hot bath.  It’s a conditioning instinct that she learned to perfect.  It took hard work and a steely determination to master.  An absolute desire for vengeance was the drive that constantly keeps her in motion.  She cut off the water, dried herself, dressed, and attended to the cuts on her right hand with expertise.  A pair of leather black gloves concealed the wounds and completed her outfit as she backed the jeep out the driveway.

Bette arrived at Jodie’s doorstep at seven on the dot.  She turned off the ignition to her Wrangler and got out of the car.  She did an eye sweep of the quiet street before walking up to Jodie’s studio.  Her dark ensemble blended inconspicuously to that time of the night.  She knocked a few times before Jodie appeared. 

Bette wasted no time.  She pushed the blonde back inside, back kick the door close and flipped the light switch off.  Jodie pushed Bette back against the door and hungrily pursued her lips.  The move surprisingly displeased Bette.  Earlier gloom made her tensed and now edgier by Jodie’s forceful contact.  Her usual yielding temperament to Jodie’s aggression broke.  She was not in the mood to be taken by anyone.  She wants control.  She needed it to survive, to exist, and to feel alive.

“No.” Bette growled and grabbed Jodie on both arms to keep her back.  Before Jodie could understand what was happening, Bette forcefully locked her arms behind the back and began attacking the nape of her neck.  Jodie arched back, giving in to the pulsating pressure of Bette’s mouth.  The role reversal left her aroused and begging for more of Bette’s touch.  She wanted more.