“Well good. Now lets go in and see if those women of ours left us any dessert.” they closed up the barn and proceeded back towards the house.

“Since we’re being honest with each other. You want to tell me what all the laughing is about between you and momma.”

He smiled as he dropped his head trying to stifle the laugh that was trying to escape. ”Ohh that girl of mine is more like me than she knows. I’m going to guess and say that you haven’t taken my daughter to bed yet.” he said with a tight eye on Bette as he released a billow of smoke from his mouth. Bette began to squirm unsure of whether or not this was something that she wanted to share with the man she considered to be a father to her and the actual father of Tina herself. The mere notion of talking about sex with him made her blush uncontrollably.

“I uhh, we don’t umm…” she stammered.

“Come on now Butterfly, shame the devil and tell the truth.” he said as he put his cigar back in his mouth.

“No sir, I have yet to make love to Tina.” she said as she stood up straight and answered the best and honest way she could.

“I could tell. People after they’ve made love with someone are more relaxed, they don’t have so much tension in their bodies. Especially if it’s someone they love, it just releases every care they have.” he said feeling very open and free talking so candidly with Bette. “But you sweetheart, are tighter than a duck’s ass.”

Bette couldn’t help the laughter that seemed to burst through her at his choice of words. She rarely got to hear him speak so freely about such things and even then it was not directed towards her or her sex life.

“You look like you could build me a shotgun house in two minutes flat.” he said laughing at Bette’s expression. They took a seat on the porch and continued talking.

“As I’ve told you earlier I was always meant to have Tina. She was meant to be mine no question about it. But I had to patiently wait while I was given my boys, key word there is patient sweetheart.” he said smiling and expressing the word with a real emphasis. “My wife on the other hand is a woman who wants what she wants when she wants it.” Bette buried her head in her hands and shook her head of the smile that was trying to beam through. “When we first started dating I was determined that this woman was going to be my wife and the mother to my children, no doubt about it,” he said smiling as the mental picture of their younger years danced in his mind, “so I wanted to treat her with respect and court her before we became husband and wife.” Bette nodded her head and was intrigued with his story, “Let’s just say that the woman had other ideas in mind and to appease her I often had to break away her very alluring tactics. But not before I always seemed to leave a mark on her.” he said as he pulled back the collar of Bette’s shirt to reveal a monkey bite on her collarbone.