"AHhhh! What’s the matter with you?!" Bette shouted, just having had the tape ripped from her mouth.

Jodi looked over to Jenny and shook her head before turning to Tina and removing the tape from her mouth as well. It was painful, but worthwhile. "Uhhh fuck!" Tina yelled out, rubbing her mouth in her shoulder.

Fed up with Jenny’s ridiculous behavior, Jodi took her arm and dragged her out the back doors of the van. "We need to talk." Although one door of the van was peaking opened, they were preoccupied with their conversation.

That left Bette and Tina a few moments to talk.

"I guess … thanks," Tina said quietly, trying to pull her wrists free, however much it burned to do so.

"Yeah, well, I still hate you," Bette assured her, struggling just the same with her own wrists. She wasn’t sure how to turn the situation around, and decided to tease. She often teased Tina about the looks she received, and the way she was sure Tina had flirted with her. It was funny to Bette, but saddened Tina in a strange way, because she was struggling with her true sexuality for some time now.

Just the week before, in a discussion of the week’s edition of the magazine, Helena had brought up a scenario that caused some mayhem – conversationally, that is. Alice was to write a story about female ejaculation, and just the mention of her article caused a stir between all of the writers. Namely Bette and Tina, as they always argued with each other.

Bette had insisted that it was impossible, and she would know because she was, of course, the ultimate lover. After Tina had scoffed at that, there was an open dispute, including some awfully wicked teasing.

"I bet you’d love to experience that," Bette had teased evilly, looking Tina dead in the eye. "Then you could tell us all how magical it really is."

Helena had intervened with frustration, waving her hands around to gather everyone’s attention and to regain order in the room. Thankfully that conversation had ceased, but here in the van, Bette and Tina were filled with a similar disagreeable tension.

"Let’s just … get out of here," Bette sighed, still struggling with her wrists behind her back. She needed a distraction from the growing confusion with her hatred for Tina, and decided they should be decent with each other – if for no other reason than to survive this awful kidnapping.