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    The Journey 60

    Bette: I groan but happily follow Tina to the table knowing it’s all part of game. Tina serves our meals and I can hear the rain drops hitting the galvanized iron roof. I put my wine glass down as Tina sits. I see the flames reflection in the wine glasses and in Tina’s face and I find it difficult to concentrate on dinner. Nonetheless I try. “This tastes amazing” and as the first mouthful melts away I realize I am starving.

    Tina: As always Bette has picked a superb wine, one of the few finer things we do have here, a good wine selection and fantastic wine glasses. I truly enjoy the first sip. “thankyou for the flowers.”

    Bette: “Laurel did most of the work.” I tell a small white lie.

    Tina: And I know Bette is lying, they have ‘Bette’s touch’ written all over them and I want Bette’s touch all over me. “You look stunning.”

    Bette: “As do you. I’m so glad we have this time.”

    Tina: “Me too.” But it is not lost on me that Bette said it like, this time might run out.

    Bette: Tina and I don’t talk a lot through dinner, just occasional chit chat but it’s a comfortable silence, adding to the atmosphere. “I am so full but I really enjoyed that, thankyou.”

    Tina: “My pleasure. We still have dessert to go.”

    Bette: “You were busy while we were out.”

    Tina: “Chocolate mousse and vanilla ice cream with strawberries, your favourite.”

    Bette: I give Tina a broad smile. “I think you made me a promise.”

    Tina: “You think, you’re not sure?” I say teasing and knowing exactly what Bette is referring to.

    Bette: “You promised to let me have you tonight.”

    Tina: “Hmmm, do I remember that? Wait, that was this morning, I don’t know Bette, this morning is a long time ago……”

    Bette: “There’s no getting out of it Tee, a deal is a deal.”

    Tina: “I would not want to be considered a person who does not keep their word….” And before I am finished Bette has made her way to my side of the table extending her hand. I take her hand and my wine in my other hand and allow Bette to lead me to the rug on the ground in front of the fire. Bette sits behind me and place her wine down. We look into the fire while Bette caresses my hair, breast and occasionally kisses my neck. I can feel her gown open and her breasts pressing on back. Bette is just taking her time and I do not mind in the least.

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    1. I am so glad you returned – I missed your updates this summer – these last few chapters were lovely and I too hope they can sustain the beauty of connecting that they managed in their time away as family/ Those kids need mothers who can love each other and communicate. Thanks for your wonderful story.

    2. Careful, you are starting to spoil me and I love it! Thank you for the beautiful chapter, thank you for updating so quickly, and thank you for being such a freakin’ great writer :).

    3. it was a great post! they are in the reconnection process i hope they can talk without yell or hurt each other for the good of their relation and their daugthers

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