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    Everything to Everybody Chptr. 20

    Bette rolled over to feel Tina and bring her closer to her, but with her hand reaching she felt nothing. The feeling of not having Tina in the bed forced Bette to open her eyes, she saw where Tina should be but she wasn’t there. Then the smell of breakfast hit her she then rolled over to look at the clock as it read 9:00 o’clock in the morning. Feeling the need to see Tina she reluctantly sat up, gathered her thoughts and attempted to stand, but her legs; particularly her thighs, were in an unbelievable amount of pleasurable pain. The thoughts of last nights escapades brought the biggest smile to her face as rose again despite the pain. Bette threw on her robe and made her way towards the kitchen to find Tina still cooking when she approached her. Bette slipped her arms around Tina’s waist and as she rolled her head back Bette placed sweet, loving kisses along the bottom of her nape.

     

    “Mmm, good mornin’ sweetie.”

     

    “Good indeed.”

     

    “I know you’re hungry.”

     

    “Mmm, starving.” Bette moaned as her hands slid down the front of Tina’s thighs.

     

    “Easy there, now girl. I meant for food, some sustenance. I need you to keep your strength up for what I got planned for you, this weekend anyway.” Tina said as she backed Bette away with her hips.

     

    “Now you take a seat and get ready for this breakfast.”

     

    “You cooked me breakfast for me? Aww.”

     

    “You must’ve forgotten that I am the daughter of a southern girl. I got some skills in this kitchen. I just love watching you move in here rather than me.”

     

    “You like the way I move, do you?”

     

    “I love the way you move!” Tina corrected her and leaned back and kissed Bette. Bette smiled at Tina’s comment as she took a seat. She began to wince in pain as she took her seat. Tina noticed and knew why, but she couldn’t resist teasing her.

     

    “Babe you ok?”

     

    “I’m fine. I just have a lover with an insatiable appetite for my body.” Bette said with a mockingly serious look on her face. As Tina placed Bette’s plate in front of her and took her seat across from her she shot Bette a look of amazement.

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    1. Wow. Tina Turner in the ’60s. I seem to recall the lady wearing quite short skirts made of sort of tattered bits of leather, while telling us that she and Ike never did anything “nice and easy.” He may not been much of a husband, but he certainly was good for something! Tina was and remains unique. Even though she’s retired, for me Proud Mary keeps burning. Thanks for the memory and the story.

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