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    Between the Sheets

    Candace looked in Bette’s eyes.

     

    Candace: Where are you?

    Bette: I’m here

     

    Candace: Not really.

     

    Bette insisted she was.

     

    Bette: I am.  What makes you say I’m not?

     

    Candace rolled over onto her back.

     

    Candace:  Your distance.  You are far away.  You didn’t cum.

     

    Bette: I have a lot on my mind.

     

    Candace: It’s her isn’t it?’

     

    Bette kept quiet.  Candace pushed.

     

    Candace: It’s Tina.

     

    Bette: I’m sorry. I have moments where it just becomes hard.

     

    Candace: I can understand that.  But things are getting really shitty lately in the sex department here.

     

    Bette looked over at Candace.

     

    Bette: I’m sorry you feel that way, but things are just shitty period.

     

    Candace:  Sometimes they are Bette. That is life. You make your bed, then you lay in it.  Tina hasn’t been knocking at your door.

     

    Bette: No, but do you blame her?

     

    Candace: If she loved you, and wanted you, and needed you, why wouldn’t she?

     

    Bette sat up in bed.

     

    Bette: God Candace, get real.  I fucked around on her. I broke that bond of trust we shared.  I deserted her at a time when we lost our child.  Yeah, maybe she should be knocking my door down.

     

    Bette shook her head in disbelief as she stood up from the bed.  Her bare ass facing Candace as she dressed.

     

    Candace: Where are you going?

     

    Bette:  I don’t know.  I do know I can’t stay here.

     

    Candace: Will we get together tonight?’

     

    Bette: I don’t think so.

     

    Candace: why are you shutting me out ?

     

    Bette:  The truth?

     

    Candace: I wouldn’t want it any other way.

     

    Bette: I can’t look at you and not think of the pain I caused my wife. 

     

    Those were words which stung.  Candace tried hard to compose herself.

     

    Bette: I’m sorry, you asked for my honesty.

     

    Candace: Honesty yes, a brutal admission, no.

     

    Bette:  It’s the truth Candace.  I don’t know where the fuck my head was, but it certainly wasn’t where it should have been. I am sorry.  

     

    Bette buttoned her pants.

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