Without thinking twice she unbuttoned her shirt, slowly. Next she unhooked her bra and felt the straps rush forward from the weight of her breasts falling forward, she removed her shirt, dropped the bra to the ground. She still had her shirt lain across the saddle, she smiled freely and felt the wind blow across her free upper body and she felt no shame. The sudden rush caused her to giggle uncontrollably and she then slowly brought her hands up to caress her arms slowly, she felt every nerve come to life with her touch and the soft dancing of the wind. She then ran her fingers through her hair sinuously loving how her nails softly raked her scalp. Her heart was beating so fast it was exhilarating to her, this sensation was familiar to her but she couldn’t remember the last time it felt this good. She took hold of the reigns and gripped them tight with one hand, and she took off. Riding the horse wildly and strong. She felt the wind and the ends of her shirt snapping at her stomach, she grabbed the shirt from the saddle and held it loosely in one hand. As she felt the wind take her hair with its dance she felt her hands loosen, she opened them and felt the shirt fall from her fingertips. The reigns slipped from her as well as she threw her arms up and her head back, she felt her thighs tighten around the horse as she rose from her seat. The wind rushing with each stride through her she finally felt it. The revival of the girl Bette described, she breathed life into her heart again, the woman she wanted to be, the woman that was completely free for herself. She was there and she felt like home again.

Tina rushed into the house ranting to herself, her mother saw her for a brief moment, her shirt was barely buttoned and her face was lit up, she knew Tina was finally seeing things as they should be. She drew a smile from the corner of her mouth and continued to take care of the task at hand.

Tina went straight to her room and dug out her new cell phone. She had to go pick up a new one after she’d thrown hers into a lake somewhere near Sweetwater. It was also a good thing she had data back up with her cell phone service otherwise she would’ve lost all of her contacts. She’d bought it on one of her many trips to town in order to avoid Bette. She scrolled through furiously looking for the one number that she knew would surely get a hold of Bette.