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    "Umm … yeah." I couldn’t lie to her, so I was truthful, and even smiled. "Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to sleep. I’d rather just stay up for weeks at a time and then be forced into some sort of hibernation … like bears." Then I smiled at my feet – what on earth was I doing? Was I nervous? I couldn’t reason at all, I had slept so little that night. "Sorry …"

    "No no," she chuckled very quietly, "I get that. Actually, I know exactly what you mean." She took a few steps forward, and I closed my eyes at memories that had started so innocently. My stomach hurt just thinking about it, but Bette was so different. I wouldn’t let her see me so wounded. I tried to smile at her as she spoke. "I hate sleep too. I actually used to read until I fell asleep, but I got frustrated often, because I lost my place in the book." I loved when she would just open up to me, changing the subject without any real cause, and ushering me on so I wouldn’t feel like such a devastated idiot. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as she led the conversation so beautifully. Sometimes I wished I was into women, and I couldn’t help but smile at that thought then, in her kitchen.

    I pursed my lips. "Bette …"

    She moved past me to the cupboard and brought a glass out for herself before she looked at me again. "Would you like some water too?"

    I nodded – she seemed to know me so well. I just hated it. There was such a conflict raging in me, and I wouldn’t talk to her about it. I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. I just lived with it. Even then, I knew that I loved her. I wouldn’t let it on for fear she would think I’d idealized her as some sort of hero, and granted, it was a love of a strong friendship, but I did love her. In that special kind of way that you’re just in awe of the person; their incredible personality, the way you know each other almost innately, and the way they can make you smile when at your absolute lowest. She meant so much to me.

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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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