Tina

I had planned to ***** Bette and leave her in the morning. Not just ***** her but ***** her over the way Id been fucked over. I wanted her to suffer the same way I had. I wanted her to think one day think you have it all, to feel secure and get up the next morning and for it all to be gone, just like I had felt. And no matter where you go in search of answers there are none to find. I wanted her to look to all ends of the earth and find nothing, like I did, for there to be no answers and no relief and her heart to be empty. I planned to take her in the bedroom, stand behind her, have her drop the blanket, slowly wrap my hands around her, encompass her ***** and run my fingers around them, gently rub her nipples, slowly pinching them. Usually Bette was the aggressor but Im sure she would have submitted to my wishes this time. Eventually I would run my hands down to inside her underwear. I would have played with her slowly until I knew she was aroused and I knew how to do that. I wanted her down on her knees and bent forward so she was face down but her arse was in the air, like those quick dirty ***** and then I would make her my *****. She would forever know she belonged to me, that her heart belonged to me. I would leave my mark on her body and soul. The thing is once Bette is aroused, there is no way she would have wanted it to stop and before she realized what was happening, it would have been over. The slow gentle love making she thought was going to happen, like in our former life, was never going to happen. It was always going to be a revenge *****. I would pull her undies down to her knees. I would have fucked her from behind with my hand and while my fingers were in her I would have stuck my thumb forcefully in her arsehole, all the while telling her she belonged to me, making her say it, over and over. I belong to you Tina, I belong to you. Im yours. I dont know what would have happened after that, except to say I would have kept Bette up talking as long as possible because inevitably she falls asleep before me. And when she woke, after promising her everything would OK, I would have been gone. No note, no nothing and certainly no Tina. I knew after that Bette would not seek me out, not once she realized what had happened.

I grabbed Bettes hand and pulled her off the couch. I started pulling her towards the bedroom. I knew it wouldnt be hard to get Bette into bed with me. Bette has always been better at expressing herself through gifts and in the bedroom than with words. Not to mention shed been drinking. I wondered if that is why she has struggled so much since I have been here. There has been no other avenues for her to express how she feels. We make our way to the bedroom but just outside the door I keep moving forward and feel Bette stop. I turn around to look at what has caused her to stop and she has seen her wedding ring, the one she never took off, the one she left in LA and the one I threw at her the other day. There is sits on the corner of the table, where I put it after I threw it at her. Bette stopped and stared at the ring. I couldnt tell what she was thinking but I saw her full of remorse and anguish that she couldnt express. She didnt turn to me, look at me or say anything. It was like the 7 years we shared were running through her mind. I guess it was then that I knew what I was about to do to Bette was wrong. I pulled the blanket off Bette minutes earlier in an attempt to get her aroused, on the pretense I was teasing her. The timing was bad but I have always been able to get Bettes attention in that way. Until I saw Bette stop and look at her ring like it might jump up and bite her, I dont think I had known the depth of her pain. The pain of failure, betrayal, humiliation and a lost future. In that moment I knew I couldnt do what I had planned. It was just too cruel.

Bette

I let Tina lead me to the bedroom but just before we got through the door I saw my wedding ring. I had missed that ring and what it represented so much in the last few months. Images of our life together, the good and the bad flashed through my mind. I was smiling at the things that were good, like when we first met, when we got married and when I found out Tina was pregnant. Then the not so good came too how we drifted apart, how we lost the baby, the things we said and did after my affair. Even the bad memories were welcome, anything to hang on to our life. Of course this all happened in a few seconds but it seemed a long time in my mind. And the place we were now seemed so far from any of those things. It would have been easy for me to sleep with Tina. To be honest I wasnt quite sure how it would work, would we sleep or make love, does it mean she is staying or is she still leaving ? She said we have one more night together so I guess she is leaving. I know I have made many mistakes in recent times and this our last night together and not one I want to make a mistake with. I pick up my ring and a tear slips out, so many tears. I twirl the ring in my fingers, thinking, the thoughts of the lady baker come back to me, apparently out of nowhere. Go to her, tell her, be with her. I think for the first time I know what the kind lady baker means. I have made my decision. I am not going into the bedroom with Tina, not until this is sorted out and if she leaves before that time, then so be it, she leaves and we will not share a bed together again. Slowly I put the ring down on the table, where is was before. I take my time and I look up for the first time to realize Tina is watching me. I slowly let go of her hand, I pull away. I look her squarely in the eye, Tina.