“Oh my god, Sweetie I’m so sorry. I had no idea he was going to do that. Oh god. Oh, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s ok, in a way it was very sweet. He asked if “I had taken you to bed yet”, it was very old fashioned.” Tina’s eyes were wide and she couldn’t believe that her father could even find it himself to ask another person that question about her. “But all of that came after we had “the talk”, it was very unnerving at first, but exactly what I pictured it to be.”

“He grilled you?!”

“No, baby we had a chat about a few things and the main focus of said chat, was you.” she said as she watched Tina stand over the bed now clearly mixed between anger and amusement.

Tina shook her head and sat back down with her eyes closed as she slammed her head into hand. Bette sat up and rubbed her back as she spoke to her, “It’s ok, just think we’ll be out of here tomorrow and on our way home. It’s just one night.”

Tina smiled at the situation and thought about the fact this night was one that she did not see coming in the near future. Bette got up and said, “I’ll go get you some warm milk to put you to sleep, ok?”

“Thanks baby.” Tina said as she laid across the bed with her arm over her eyes. As soon as she heard the door open she immediately heard it close and Bette’s loud gasp. She looked up to see Bette standing there with her head against the door, with her body obviously shaking from laughter.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I think I got some sleeping pills in my bag, they work much faster than milk.” she said trying not to lose it with laughter. Tina looked at her questioningly and got up to go to the door. As she forcefully pushed a snickering Bette away from the door with her hips she heard it. Her mother and father were clearly in the throes of passion, quite loudly. Bette by now was on the bed burying her face in the pillow trying to contain her laughter. Tina felt a cold shudder shoot down her back and she stood stiff, Bette finally looked up at Tina as she was frozen in shock and her mouth was hanging open trying to form a coherent sentence.