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    Stained – Chapters 20 and 21

    Story written on November 30, 2006 by Nocturnal.
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    Author Notes:

    Date night part two and Bette’s coming out story. A B&T Beginning.

     

    “Hello Simcha,” she smiled.

     

    “There’s someone I would like you both to meet…”

     

    Bette nodded her head at Tina, who had shyly remained at the entrance, and she walked over to the brunette’s side.

     

    “Earl, Simcha, meet Tina Kennard. Tina, Earl and Simcha.”

     

    “It’s very nice to meet you, Tina,” Simcha said as he shook her hand.

     

    “Likewise,” Tina responded.

     

    When she stretched out her hand for Earl to shake, the old man placed a kiss on it instead and, bearing his too-white-to-be-real teeth, he gave a great smile.

     

    “Miss Kennard, I’m simply enthralled.”

     

    Bette and Simcha both rolled their eyes.

     

    Suddenly a deep voice boomed from the back of the room and Tina nearly jumped.

     

    “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.”

     

    A set of swinging doors in the back opened and the enormous figure that emerged did nothing to ease Tina’s nerves. The man had to be at least 6’5”. Tina couldn’t think of any better way to describe him than a Norwegian lumberjack.

     

    He looked about 35 years old and wore the stereotypical red and black, flannel lumberjack shirt and jeans. On his head he had a black woolen cap, his blonde hair peaking out from underneath and his handsome face was graced by something blonde that held middle between a dense five o’clock shadow and a beard. The face currently sported an ominous look.

     

    Tina nervously glanced over at Bette, who didn’t seem anywhere near intimidated. In fact, she smiled her earth shattering Porter smile and almost ran towards the man.

     

    “Jake!”

     

    The Norwegian lumberjack scooped her up in a big hug and a somewhat lopsided grin took over his face.

     

    “Long time, no see, stranger,” he said, upon releasing her.

     

    “Too long,” the brunette mumbled guiltily and looked down at her feet.

     

    “Hey,” Jake said, pointing to a big sign hanging behind the bar. “Remember the one rule.”

     

    The sign was actually just a large piece of wood with bright yellow letters blotted onto it by someone who was either extremely cross-eyed or – what was more likely – had been off his face. It read ‘No Worries’. In the top right corner, the artist had even made an attempt at a little smiley face. Needless to say, it looked like someone’s stoned, smirking yet manically depressed aunt, which in itself was quite an accomplishment.

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    1. Awwwww so sad, but still beautiful. I actually had the image of Bette as a hooker in my head. O.O And man do I fail. I was wondering, “What kind of name is Simcha?” And now I know, and knowing is half the battle. G.I. JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!

    3. Okay, I don’t know what was better…your author’s notes at the beginning or this fabulous story. You definitely have a way with words and I enjoyed both very much. Thank you for sharing your thought provoking story, as well as your rather interesting caffeine induced rant.

    6. Baby, start hitting that cokebottle, because if this is what comes out of your keyboard then… My god! So… incredibly… I cant even find words for it… wonderfull is an understatement!

    7. That was so beautiful. Not friends just someone to hang around with That was sad. That is call friendship. Yet they called each other misfits. I like the word and the meaning in this chapter. We all have misfits in our life thanksGod thanks

    8. Wow, it is nice to meet others who helped Bette through tought times. I would love to have non-friends (but really friends) like those men. Now Tina is meeting these very special men in Bette’s life.

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