“BETTE HURRY PLEASE!!!!” Tina’s voice raises at least an octave toward the end of her plea.

What Bette didn’t know is the spider decided to play along with this silly little game and double backed on Tina. For just a second she took her eye off the multi-legged intruder to grab a towel, and when she turned back, he was heading straight for her. She dropped the towel and was now dancing frantically in full panic. It was this scene that Bette witnessed as she returned to the steamy room, sending her into a hearty bout of laughter.

“Oh my God Bette,” Tina squealed, “just get it out of here please!” she begs.

Though the performance before her is one of the most entertaining she’s witnessed, Bette realizes that she must capture the little creature and save Tina before the poor woman either passes out from lack of oxygen or her head explodes – either one wouldn’t bode well for Bette, that’s to be sure.

Bending down Bette stops the little guy’s forward momentum by placing the glass over-top of him, “Gotacha!” She exclaims proudly, squats down and surveys the situation before sliding a piece of paper between the interloper’s legs and the floor tile. Bette stands tall and proudly holds the spider on display for Tina, “There, captured, and nobody had to get hurt.” Bette flashes an evil grin at Tina who finds no obvious humor in this situation.

Grabbing her towel abruptly, Tina pulls the soft terry tightly around her, “Out please take it out.” Tina’s voice rasps.

Turning on her heels Bette heads for the door, “Come on trouble maker, you’re outta here.” Bette scolds as she turns her head to take a side-look at Tina who remains planted with her fists clenching the towel tightly around her chest. “You got some ‘splainin’ to do little guy – getting me in trouble and its only 9:20 in the morning.”

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A few minutes later, after tossing the not so welcome house guest out on his long legs and dropping off the spider scooping kit in the kitchen, Bette finds Tina in the bedroom in front of the dresser, half dressed. Bette leans against the doorway, watching Tina’s tone back muscles move as her beautiful wife works to maneuver a tight fitting tank top over her torso.

“The deed is done. The house guest has been officially voted out and released into the wild.” Bette smiles at Tina’s reflection in the mirror, only to be met with a harsh glare. Befuddled, Bette comes up behind Tina, “Hey, what’s wrong? No wild kisses and hugs? I thought I saved the day.”

Still holding her staunch posture, Tina seethes “Before you ‘saved the day’ Bette, you laughed at me. Apparently it’s funny now when I’m scared out of my mind – is that it?”

A perplexed look washes across Bette’s face, “I laughed at you? Tina, you were dancing naked like a cartoon character with your hands flailing around in the air because of a little spider that was at least five feet away from you yes, I laughed, but not at you.”

“It was coming after me Bette.” The words shooting from her mouth like daggers.

Shaking her head and working hard to stifle a threatening laugh, “T, you’re at least five thousand times bigger than that spider. What did you think it was going to do to you?”

Tina, who has moved on to pulling her hair back, stills her actions and glares steadily at Bette’s reflection, “Oh that’s nice Bette, make fun of my fears that’s real nice.”

Defeated, and knowing very clearly that her wife will not budge from her position on this situation, Bette steps immediately behind Tina, placing her hands on the irate woman’s hips with the intention of apologizing.

“Don’t touch me Bette.”

The words sting as Bette quickly recoils, “Fine. I’m done with this be pissed.”

TBC??? Thinking about it.