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(9 votes, average: 4.56 out of 5, rated)Tina Kennard Knocking on Alice’s door for the second time, I hear loud music blasting from her apartment. Ready to knock again more forcefully, I step back as Alice swings the door open with all her strength. ”Hey, TK! We were wondering who else is gonna show up at the best party in




(5 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Bette Porter ”Fuck” is the first word that came out of my mouth as soon as I opened my eyes only to quickly close them back. Sun light is too much for me to handle. I can’t even discribe what kind of headache I have. Not to mention the queasiness. I need to try and open




(8 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Bette Porter Swirling on my chair in the office of the California Art Center, I understand that there is no space in my mind for work today. A stack of papers lies on my desk, James brought it to me a couple of hours ago, maybe more. Excel document with the work of art’s




(10 votes, average: 4.60 out of 5, rated)Another sweltering July day and I’ve had about all of this heat I can take. My shift at the life guard stand will soon be over and I can find my love and maybe talk her into going for a little swim. I still can’t believe I let Tina convince me to volunteer a week’s




(4 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Tina struggled to keep her anger and disappointment in check as she stepped through the door and into the bedroom. Once there she studied the naked brunette perched leisurely on the bed, oblivious to her surrounds and completely at peace as she devoured a treasured book. If it had been any other day she




(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Part 3 – I couldn’t face life without you Later that night Tina went to the house to pack her things. An hour later she was getting ready to leave the bedroom when she glanced at the unmade bed. It was so unlike Bette not to have everything in order but the bed wasn’t the




(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)I think I never knew what love was, until now. I mean I had seen the evidence, watched my parent’s relationship all my life, my father’s adoration, my mother’s ridged stature surrendering to the softness of his attention. I thought I had been in love, but there was always something missing. No one had ever




(18 votes, average: 4.78 out of 5, rated)Chapter Twenty-five The following days sort of fell into the norm. They didn’t plan for a honeymoon travel for there were things to take care of, the gallery, the company, the animal rescue center, and of course, the remaining arrangements regarded Sue’s death. But time really did fly when they busied themselves in the




(15 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Staring out of the window again, Bette Porter cut a lonely figure, solemn and vacant compared to the passionate vibrant woman she had been just last year. To her, last year seemed a lifetime ago. A distant memory of a life once lived. A life that she had felt the need to escape after events




(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)PART 1 ”Bette, baby please come home; this is the third night in a row that you’ve stood me up. I need to do this with you tonight or it’ll be too late.” ”Too late for what?” Bette didn’t wait for Tina to answer she just kept on rambling as she always does whenever she’s




(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Bette Porter and her assistant James are in Bette’s office at the California Arts Center (CAC) where she’s employed as the Director. James is reading off a notepad but Bette isn’t listening. All her attention is focused on her computer monitor. Bette: The fucking Peabody Foundation hasn’t awarded us a single fucking penny. They’ve pulled