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    "I’m so sorry … I don’t know what came over me. I’m just so tired, and … and you’ve been so good to me … I guess I just haven’t felt the support before, and … maybe I needed to cry …" I felt so ridiculous when I started to think about it, but she wouldn’t let me shame myself through it, so she helped me to my feet and looked in my eyes.

    "I’m glad you felt you could hug me," she said with honesty that was clear in soft brown eyes I was sure I’d never completely figure out. "I’m honored, okay? Please don’t guilt yourself for seeking out the support you need."

    I nodded, and I could tell she wanted to say something maybe, but she just excused herself for work. I thanked her repetitively as she walked out the door, and enjoyed her smile along the way. She was such a woman. I’d never met anyone I instantly cared so much about. I really liked her, and that Angelica liked her too meant the world to me. I wouldn’t have been able to stay otherwise.

    That day passed rather quickly, as we stayed at home playing small games, playing with her toys, and watching Angelica’s shows. She was even my little helper in cooking dinner, as I thought Bette might appreciate that after her day at work. I had heard her eating late the night previous, and wanted her to get something in her stomach. Maybe it would help her sleep, unless her problem was psychological, like mine.

    I must admit that when she opened the door, I held Angelica to me, for fear that it was someone else – him even. But when I heard her voice and the beeping of her alarm code, I relaxed and sent Angelica over to get her.

    I could hear Angelica’s voice from the kitchen, and her attitude made me giggle a bit under my breath. "We cooked, cause we want you to like eating." I have no idea where she got that, because I hadn’t told her that, but it was funny as hell. I tried not to laugh aloud. "Do you like these little things like with macaronis, and when you put sauce in it?"

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    1. I can’t even…sigh. I love this, I really do – and the fact that I feel this tightness in my chest, an incredible sadness for Tina, yet hopefuless when I think of what she and Bette can and will share….it’s a credit to your amazing writing. This comment doesn’t make sense. I know that…but it’s beacause I am overwhelmed by your words. Looking forward to the next post!

    2. I’ve just read both chapters and love this story. I read each page with bated breath. Your versatility to write about taboo topics whether it’s physical abuse to bondage and domination is just amazing. You develop each story with such attention to character detail that it always leaves me wanting more.

    3. So beautifully written, it really feels like we’re taking this journey with them. I’m not usually a fan of POVs but you write so perfectly that I can’t help but love your story

    4. I love this story. Even though you’re writing it from Tina’s POV you let us know what Bette is thinking and feeling too. It’s amazing how you do that.Tina couldn’t have found a better place to hide and yet I find myself worrying that he’s going to find her somehow. I think at some point when she’s strong enough she needs to confront him and put an end to her fear. I’m sure Bette would support her through that.

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