***** with Paxton was routine. It had gotten to be, to Bette, to be a routine after 9 months of sleeping together. It was now four years later, lots of *****. But all there copulation
had a version that was there each time. Bette always tried to make it interesting…like trying out different positions, different places in the house, etc. But Paxton always preferred to
keep it in the context of ‘normal’. Now Bette thought aobut last night. Goddamit Bette was not Paxtons’ mother, if he could not handle a little spice to their ***** life then Bette would
have to make him suffer….withhold any nookie from him. Or just ask him again. Her husband was putty in her hands.

 After showering Bette got dressed and put coffee on. Her favorite was Dark Vienna Roast with Soy Milk, she had assimilated to vegetarianism only to drinking soy milks.
Damned if she was to give up meat! Bette slipped on her power suit and peeked into the bedroom, Pax was still snoozing. Bette mentally blew him a kiss and headed out the door.
Her neighbour Tina was heading to her car too. Parked opposite though, Bette knew she commuted the opposite way from Bette. Tina waved a ‘hello’ and Bette waved back, opening
her mouth to say something about the tupperware when Tina said she would give it back that night. Bette almost dropped her drink. No reason. Her stomach just dropped again thats
all. She pasued by her car door, then looked sideways at Tina. Tina caught the look and instead of getting in her own car sidled up to Bette. Sometimes you just know when someone
really wants to say something but….can’t without encouragment. That’s what Tina did, she came closer and it all tumbled out of Bette. “Umm..i’m curating a small…overseas..umm far-away
art show, as a collaborater on the leather and S&M culture…I was wandering if you know good sources, like local….so i could research, i don’t know much aobut it” Bette said this
all very quietly. Tina looked at her for a moment. “Yeah i actually have a book, do you have time to take it to work right now”? Bette thought the world ceased turning.

 Bette watched as Tina bent to get the same book Bette had peeked at eariler. She was also just noticing how good a figure Tina had, from her view Tina looked like
she had a wonderous back, and….thighs. Bette felt herself blush. Tina stood up and Bette took the book, flipping through it. Her eyes too bleary to see anything she just nodded and
said thanks. Tina fidgeted with her hands, she said softly….”you ever tried it with your spouse?….is that too personal?” Bette felt herself burn even more. She shook her head, too
nervous to lie. “Um..have you ever with your boyfriend?” Bette asked quietly…Tina frowned as if confused. “You know, the guy who came home to help that day i was here?” Tina
laughed at this….”no no that’s my brother! the family calls him ‘hun’ cuz he was obssesed with Winne the Pooh when he was a boy” Bette nearly choked herself, “ahhh i see”