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    The Telling

    "You have to forgive me sometime because I know you still love me, I know you do!"

    As much as she wanted to prove me wrong, the way she looked at me just then told me that she couldn’t.  A flame of something almost forgotten licked at the edges of her gaze, igniting a fire in her eyes that I had thought I would never see again.  I knew I was probably hurting her, both with my words and my vice like grip on her arm; the skin around where my fingers lay was turning white, tinged with pink at the edges.

    For a fleeting second, I regretted what I was doing and I almost told myself to let her go and allow her to walk away because I didn’t deserve her.  Roiling in my stomach, the sense of self-loathing that accompanied so many of my thoughts told me that I could never win her back.  And yet, my own sense of tenacity both horrified and consoled me, urging me to never give up if she was what I really wanted.

    "Tell me."  I heard my voice before I even realized I’d spoken aloud.

    "Tell you what?" she snarled, her arm twisting in my grip as she attempted to free herself of my hold.

    "Tell me you love me," I answered, trembling at the intensity of my tone.  "Tell me you love me, Tee.  I know you do.  Say it.  Tell me."

    She tugged at my grasp again, our arms jerking back and forth between us, her lips curled and baring her gritted teeth.

    "Say it!" I demanded, as her breathing quickened with her efforts.  "Just tell me, Tee. Tell me!"

    She shook her head blindly and let out a keening wail that precipitated her other hand flying up towards my face.  It was all I could do to block it with my own, flailing wildly for a second until I caught a hold of her one free arm and forced it down by her side, realizing with a sense of blind panic just how strong she was.

    Her lips curled again, baring her perfect white teeth as she struggled in my grasp.  Her breathing quickened over the words that stuck briefly in her throat before she forced them out, spitting them at me.

    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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