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    A Discourse on Desire…Chapter 25

                Bette held her stomach, leaning over the toilet…the waves of sickness passed and she straightened and washed her mouth and hands. She had just threw up everything she had for breakfast, a meat van heading for a butcher house had drove past her house…and the smell nauseated her. It was strange because Bette hardly ever threw up and she always  considered…no she KNEW…that she had a strong stomach. Bette felt her head…no temperature…she threw up yesterday too. God…..it had been almost two months since Pax and her broke up……was she pregnant with his kid????? Bette almost threw up just thinking about that….abortion..she would have an abortion. No get tested! Buy a preg test and-and-and….see. Bette held her stomach, she lifted her shirt and examined herself in the mirror. Yes it was definetly bigger, not noticibly though…she wondered how stupid she could be. Bette paced in the bathroom…one step two step throw up…just thinking about her being pregnant made Bette vomit. Suddenly a wave of absolute relief washed over her…..she had her period, it started last night , she just forgot about it!!! Ahhh, the sun was shining, the day was hot and she was not gonna have to suck some ugly little demon thing from her body, Bette laughed and smiled and smiled some more. She was so NOT going to have that little prick’s baby. Bette then happy moment came to an end when she heard her phone ring, it was Tina. Bette looked at her phone, debating whether to answer.

               

    It started with their date. Bette had dressed herself in dark blue jeans, her skinny jeans…though it was a little tighter…and a t-shirt and hoodie. Tina had dressed more formally. When Bette picked her up she looked down at herself and a big NO came out. Bette couldn’t stop laughing, she had got out of the car and wrapped her arms around T’s waist…whispering in her ear..”c’mon babe…you fine the way you are”. At the show Bette laughed so hard a little bit of piss came out and Tina laughed at THAT so hard that she almost wet herself. Besides that the night was smooth sailing, more importantly  Bette couldn’t stop touching Tina…what was this feeling? When Bette was with men…was…not anymore…she also had feelings of affection and wanting to touch her partner but this. This was different. She wanted to touch this woman all the fucking time. While the Improv was going on Bette had her arm around T’s chair…her fingers playing with Tina’s hair, Bette rested her hand on Tina’s thigh…she lost count how many times caressed Tina’s hand. Bette loved Tina seemed to be basking in the attention, soaking it in like a sponge. The only bad thing about the night was when they both went to Bette’s apartment to change their pants. Bette was disappointed that Tina was so preoccupied with her pissy clothes, she watched as Tina wiggled out of her clothes..Bette felt herself get turned on , so fast that she actually blushed. Tina looked sexy in Bette’s clothes, she sat on the edge of the bed and started to put some socks on. Bette opened her drawer and sat beside T…she offered Tina her own special ones. “No Bette don’t worry i have these ones, they didn’t get…wet”  Bette shook her head..”wear these…they are so soft and my very very best”  “ummm no thanks, but thanks!”  “why can’t you just wear it?”  “no no no no these are fine baby”  “but…are you mad at me or something, what’s wrong?”  “nothing’s wrong i just want to keep wearing my own”  “please, i want you to be comfortable”  “no for fuck’s sake stop pushing me to wear your goddamn socks”  “what the hell? why can’t you just tell me whats wrong instead of getting all aggro?”   “you just keep  telling me to wear something that i don’t want to wear”  “no there’s something else too though, otherwise why would you suddenly freak out over a stupid pair of socks!”   “nothing is wrong! i had a great time tonight i was just pissed that i pissed myself!”  “but-”    “will just drop it….drop it”   “you think im controlling?”  

     

    “i hardly even know you Bette! how would i know??”

     

                Bette stood in her bathroom, she decided not to answer her cell. Soon a little beep sounded and she realized Tina text messaged her. Bette walked out of the bathroom into the light, squinting down in order to read….

     

    TBC

     

     

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