That would change this afternoon but of course Bette didnt know that. What she knew was that work could wait just this time. She was going to a spoken word slam at a local bookshop with Tina. Walking down the street she met her halfway from her gallery. The sun gave off a warm pleasant heat and Bette slipped her hand in Tinas, their palms feeding off each other. In the bookshop they shared a triple latte, wiping the cream off of each others lips. A woman with bronze skin and long black raven hair was at the mikethe ferocity of her words echoing.
.waving the air she said THATS MY BOY THATS HIM, the undertaker placed a hand on.
Bette felt the nerves in her body tingle at the passion in that voice. It had been awhile since she attended a poetry slam. However her happiness was sucked right out when Bette glanced around and saw the girl in the corner. Immediately Bette recognized her, it was the girl Bette picked up and brought home when she was trying to convince herself she wasnt in love with Tina. The seventeen year old one. Bette turned her back on the girl and took a long shot of coffeeplease dont look at me.she felt sweat perspire at her brow. Tina didnt notice, watching the performers she wasnt aware of Bettes dilemma. Fervently Bette wanted to leave; it was like her past was catching up with her. Then the click clack of feet came up behind Bette and that ***** sat with them. Tina turned with curiosity. The girl said hello to Bette who half-turned her head and said hello in very quietly. Bette didnt know the girls name but she obviously knew hers. Finally Bette couldnt stand it anymore and grabbing Tinas hand dragged both of them out of the place. Tina was too surprised to say anything until they were half a block down and then she whipped her hand out of Bettes grasp. For the first time Bette was faced with Tinas anger. She half-yelled.what the ***** was that Bette I was listeningyoure so rude! She stopped with hands on her hips. Bette felt the sickness in her stomach and her head swam with dizziness. The brick wall beside them seemed so inviting and Bette placed her hand on it. Then the sickness got worse and she threw up all over the wall and ground. Tina gasped and with hands around Bette wiped the vomit off her face with a kerchief. Leading Bette in Tinas nearby parked car they drove off. Everything Bette did, every girl she fucked without feeling anything for them caught up in her throat.it was like she was a criminal almost and the guilt was eating her up. Here Bette was with Tina high on a cloud when of her past ***** reared its ugly head. The sickness wasnt as bad in after a few minutes but Tina drove Bette to her apartment anyway.