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    The Telling

    "I hope she gave you a great discount on the work she did at the CAC."

    "Tee," I said, almost reproachfully, "don’t. This was my fault, not hers."

    "Right," she turned to face me now, bright spots on her cheeks flushing red with anger as she put her hands on her hips and glared at me.  "She’s the innocent in all of this, of course."  Throwing her hands up in mock surprise, she rolled her eyes again, "Why didn’t I realize that? In fact, it’s probably my fault you went running to her in the first place!"  She jabbed a thumb towards her chest and I noticed how much her hands were trembling. Biting at her lip again, she smoothed down her hair and clenched her teeth together, blinking away the threat of more tears.

    "Do you love her?" she asked, her eyes meeting mine for a split second before she tugged them away.

    "I love you!" I insisted, holding out my hands to her, wanting nothing more than to take her in my arms and convince her just how much.  "I never stopped loving you, Tee. I still love you," I took a breath, feeling the pressure of tears in my throat, thickening my voice and echoing down into my chest.  "I love you so much," I admitted, helpless in her presence to do anything but.

    For a moment, I thought she might believe me; that she might move towards me and relent. Her mouth worked around soundless words while her eyes could no longer hold back the onslaught of tears and as the first wave trickled down her cheek she drew in a sobbing breath and shook her head.

    "Tee, please…" I moved from behind the bed and took a few short steps across the bedroom floor to where she stood, crying silently, her body shaking.

    "Baby, listen to me," I said softly, my heart thudding in my throat.  "I love you and I want you to stay. Please don’t go; don’t leave me and everything we have.  I did a crazy thing and I hurt you and I won’t ever forgive myself for that."  I laid a hand on my chest where the pain was worst and struggled to move my lips around the grief that was contorting my face.  

    Comments

    1. You have a great handle on the way words flow and an excellent vocabulary. The sentences take on a languid quality which reflects Bette’s inertia very well. Perhaps dividing this into chapters would make it easier for those of us with short attention spans.

    2. Does the end mean the end or TBC. That was womderful,well written. Letting us know that Tina still loves Bette,but can’t be with her because of all the hurt. Thanks

    3. This is extraordinary. I loved it the first time I read it and have been longing for a next chapter ever since. Please follow this up with something–ANYTHING!

    4. This was incredible. As I was reading, I kept thinking that this can only end badly, but I couldn’t stop from reading it anyway…one hand periodically hitting the down arrow button on my keyboard, the other clenching the arm of my chair. Thanks!

    5. WoW! The flow was great, the vivid imagery was very well used and the internal thoughts are well written, graciously weaved into the whole story. Articulate and clear language. Very well done. Like JB said, sex can be a lot of things, it can be about power, reconnection, and other things… and yours have been graciously and beautifully written to reflect as reconnecting as well as asking for forgiveness.

    6. This is sooooooo good, Gaymo. And I know the American went back home so you should have plenty of time to write more for us. Put the Bailey’s down and get busy.

    7. holy hootin’ hell! That was AMAZING! you capture their pain and just, wow, just that’s crazy good. I’m floored really, so glad to read some quality BT emotional storytelling. I hope this isn’t the end for this story!!

    8. oh my goodness, you made me cry. you write very visually i can just see bette’s heart breaking… who is on the phone? will you please write a part 2? you’re really doing a wonderful job

    9. I’m never writing again. I swear to god. Anything I could come up with would be like lining up a hand tracing that became a turkey with a New York Times best-seller. :D To say this was incredible would be an insult. I still feel the ache in my chest. Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, please write more. Soon. Now? :P 5 stars!!

    10. Hahah cramit! i was thinking the same thing.. right now i feel like i couldnt write anymore… All i want to do is wait for the next chapter… :D Gaymo please write soon… dont let your Portard family down!

    11. Oh my god!
      How great is that story, it moved me so much with your expression and use of words, ( i even shed a few tears) you are truely a great writter, keep up the good work.xxx

    12. Just wanted to reiterate my desperate need for you to continue this story. The ache while reading this……it’s still unbelievable. Your writing is amazing. Please, please continue this. :)

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