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I’ve reached a lull. I am officially in a funk. Shane says I need to go out with her to Milk, Alice wants me to see some shrink named Dan Foxworthy. He is on the top ten list and of course Alice has an in and wants to make me an appointment. Kit wants me to cook at home more, eat better. Stop skipping meals. She brings dinner most nights now, which is nice but nothing tastes good. Dana says I should try yoga. I like this idea. I have a new trainer coming tomorrow. Everyone has an opinion about what I am doing or not doing… but the one I want the most is yours. One day I want to know what you think. That’s all that really matters, I think. – Bette
Tina had to go in to sign the lease for the new office space for the Studio satellite office. It would officially open in the new year, late January or so once all the renovations were done. She left early, dressed in one of the new suits she bought on their shopping expedition, sexy with swagger Bette said.
Bette decided to stay home, needing some time to check her emails and make sure there was nothing outstanding to wrap up before the holidays. Her Gallery was in good shape, a profitable year with a backlog of shows already planned for the new year and a waiting list for artists. She could afford to take this time and reinvest in her relationship with Tina. It was becoming harder and harder to deny her desire for the blonde. Sleeping in the same bed, seeing her tousled hair in the morning, glimpses of skin and curves. The kissing, the cuddling.
The way Tina’s hips moved when she danced in the kitchen, the smell of her hair on Bette’s pillow. It was intoxicating. It was distracting. It was arousing. It was utterly fantastic. And it was everywhere. She would walk into a room and smell Tina’s perfume, roll over in bed and feel the warm spot left behind, see her bras and panties in the laundry. New bras and panties. She wondered what they looked like on Tina. She wondered what they looked like coming off.