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    Numbers

    13.
    She felt so darn silly, sitting up in her bed, seriously contemplating whether or not to get up or remain in the confine of her bed.
    This whole thing had nothing to do with comfort. She wasn’t  sick or tired or even remotely PMT’d.
    She sighed and reasoned with herself like she did every time it happened. Citing her illustrious Ivy League qualifications, quoting every studies that had ever been undertaken on the subject.
    It was to no avail, her temporary unreasonable behaviour always got the better of her internal debating and rational thinking.
    Last night, she had hated noticing the angry looking red circle on the calendar that hung in the kitchen. Every year she swore to herself that she would not allow herself to scan each month of the new year for those God forsaken days and highlight them to make sure she would know about them well in advance.
    But obviously she had and now the battle was on to see who would win. Her Cartesian brain or her irrational side which right now made her bed the most appealing place in the world.
    She looked at her watch. 
    7.20am.  16 hours and 40 minutes to go, until this dreaded day was over.
    Deciding to put an end to her nonsensical dilemma, Bette, defiantly, swung her legs to the side of the bed and motioned to get up.  After all, nothing bad, as yet, had happened to her on those days.
    Friday the 13th or not, she would face the day after all.
    No sooner had she started stepping  forward that her bare foot caught the base of the bedside cabinet and she stubbed her toe.
    With lightening speed, the sharp pain registered with her brain and she stumbled back onto her mattress with a loud yelp and a seemingly exhaustive list of profanities whilst holding her throbbing toe.
    She rolled side to side on top of the bed for a while,  wishing the sharp sting to go away. Her own heart seemed to have taken up residence in the little digit and was still angrily thumping a little while later when Bette hazarded a look at the toe to assess the damage.
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    Comments

    1. Yay – you’re BACK!!! :) Your posts took me by surprise but I’m all caught up now. I’m thoroughly enjoying your Numbers series and so far my fave is 83 – so poignant, beautiful and loving (sigh). Looking forward to reading more from you kiddo! iHH xx (PS – sashayed!?! LMAO – thanks for that ;)

    2. You make it look so easy. I think I need to get away from the science books that I read at work and read more romance. I can’t wait for your book to come out K. Loved it, thank you 😍😘

    3. Bonjour Kins!! :-) thanks for updating the story even though you are on holiday! :-) this random stories are so heart warming, cute, funny, and naughty yet sexy… Lol :-D and those can mix beautifully!! Amazing writing Kins! :o)x Bette’s theory for make up sex timing is so interesting :-p though in the other hand I hope it won’t encourage them to have more fighting for the sake of that :-D btw are you back in Paris? If so, any plan to visit LH’s Art exhibition? Or you’ve been there? ;-) anyway.. Thanks again for the story :-) its a great way to start my morning :-D and always looking forward to your next installment! ;o)x

    4. Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!.. I can see Bette [in the show] as you’ve wrote of her in “13” Practical but as the same time Superstitious. 10 X more…if you fight for a silly thing. If only I.C.tackled this side their marriage then we were a “Happy camper.” Thanks Kins40.

    5. Thanks a bunch for this well-written, highly entertaining Number Series, kins! =) Can’t wait to read how you’ll work around the other numbers. Mine was easy, no. 12. Enjoy your vacation and Happy Easter! Cheers! =)

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