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Tina was still standing. She said softly, “Yes, you can. Don’t you understand how I feel about you?”
Bette stood. She held her arms folded across her chest; her stance protective. “Do you understand how I feel about you? Do you get it? Do you get how much you mean to me? How would you feel if I fucked someone else? If I just lied to you over and over again.”
Tina sighed. “I’d be devastated. But I would understand.”
“You would understand?”
“I would understand that you did what was necessary to secure our future.”
More tears slipped from Bette’s eyes. Seeing her in pain was painful to Tina.
Bette asked, “Was there no other way, Tina?”
Tina wiped away her own tears. “Not that I could see.”
“I just wanted you. That’s all. That’s all I want.”
“You have me.”
“I have a mess. I am a mess. My girlfriend fucked her husband. What the hell kind of sentence is that? My girlfriend fucked her husband?”
Tina stared at her, hoping Bette would tire herself out with circular logic.
The dark brown eyes were sad. “I keep seeing you with him in my mind. That’s not going to go away.”
Tina sighed. “What can I do? How can I make it better?”
Bette shook her head. “You can’t. It’s done, Tina.”
The brunette was nervously tapping her foot. Her eyes were heavy and wet when she asked her next question. “How did you have sex? How did it start? Did you initiate it?”
“Yes, I did. I wanted him to think I was sincere. I didn’t know everything was going to explode like this. I thought I’d have to stretch this out for much longer.”
More tears fell from Bette’s eyes. “Did you suck his dick?”
“Tell me what you did, Tina. My mind is torturing me,” Bette pleaded.
Tina sat down on the couch, sitting on her hands. “I owe you the truth. I’ll tell you everything.”
Bette gazed down at her. “Do I want to know everything?”
“It’s the only way to move forward, right?”
Bette sat down on one of the armchairs, as far away from the couch as she could get.