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    The Talking Point

    Tina walked into the house, she kicked off her heels and walked straight into their bedroom. she walked into the closet and changed. Putting on an old pair of baggy yoga pants and a t-shirt. She walked back out into the kitchen, she opened the fridge and took out a bar of chocolate, she sat herself on at the island. Looking at the chocolate.

    Bette watched her, dropping her blazer onto the sofa. Tina suddenly looked sad and very alone. Bette walked towards her, her heels clicking on the solid wood floor. She kicked Tina’s shoes to one side. she walked around and turned the coffee machine on. Tina had said a word since they had left the club.

    “I…”Tina started to speak, Bette turned to her looking at her. “I gave you everything. I shared my body with you, with the fucking lights on do you know how hard that was for me? tonight was supposed to be about us, enjoying an evening in a life style that you enjoy and I was starting to understand and enjoy. I was ready to let you show me off.  instead I got insulted by your ex-lover and found out you’d lied to me.”

    “I didn’t lie to you,” Bette said, “I just didn’t tell you about a business I own. I’ve never lied to you.”

    “You’ve broken my trust Bette, that’s just as bad. For your ex to know more about you than I do. I barely know you. I’ve spend two months, living under the same roof as you and I didn’t know this details. What else don’t I know?”

    “You know everything, now.” Bette admitted. “I’m Bette Porter, I own four galleries, four BDSM clubs, I’m a domme, I’m bi racial, I’m a lesbian and I’m in love with Tina Kennard.” Bette’s voice was full on honestly.

    Tina looked at her.

    “I felt worthless tonight because I didn’t know, I wasn’t prepared. Felicity made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be with you. you know I’m not very confident. You know that. Yet you took me into that club knowing you were the owner. Did you think you would be outed?” Tina asked. Her calmness being scarier than her anger.

    “No, I didn’t. I thought everyone was vetted well, turns out I was wrong. Felicity was a mistake, she broke my heart. I let her get too close and it took me three years to let another woman in that woman is you.” Bette said. “I’ve had one night stands but I didn’t take another pet til you.”

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    1. I’m not sure I understand the lack of trust issue here. If I had been in that situation, I might not have like the fact that Bette disclosed the fact to an ex and not to me, but I would not have thought that it needed and immediate discussion. I would have continued with the events and brought it up later when we got home. Being the first time in such a club, unless told otherwise I would presume everything which happened would be the normal course of events. Bette had already warned that they might meet some ex ‘s . And so it happened.

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