Bette felt like the war of the worlds was occurring right inside her head. Never in her wildest dreams would she think Tina was capable of squealing like that. Bette felt like nothing good was going to happen in her life. Every time she felt like things were going well something kicked her down again. Well that wasnt going to happen now, straightening up Bette thought to herselfIts time to put my foot down goddammitTurning around Bette stepped closer to Tina who took a step back, Tina could see the steely look in her partners eyes and didnt like it. Bette began to spoke, and while she spoke she placed her hands on Tinas shouldersshe gripped hard and brought Tina closerRightTinaI forgive you, you are my wife and this is your family and I am going to respect those twoconceptsbut if you ever speak to anyone regarding anything Haywood againI swear I wont be able to stop myself from hurting someone.

Tina was hurt that Bette would call her a concept but she was more scared of what Bette said she would do. Her partner-in-crime radiated a kind of dangerous aura that made Tina twist out of Bettes grasp sit on the bed, which was a king-sized massive thing. She hung her head, chastised, and said she was sorry. Bette sat beside her and muttered that it was alright. In reality Bette was plotting Tinas Fathers death, not literally, but she did picture a nice bullet breaking that unblinking face. Nice polite well-behaved Bette she was going to be now more. If he was going to be that nasty then Bette was not going to tolerate him anymore. In fact for a second she even thought of flying back to LA when the thought of being around Richard Kennard for a week entered her mind. NoBette Porter was not some kind of pussyshe was going to hold her head high. However, even though she struggled very hard to stop it, the old feelings suddenly rose and Bette thought she was going to have another panic attack. And she clenched her fists struggling mentally to expel the darkness.

Tina, wanting to make Bette feel better, chose a wrong time to make her wife feel better. She wrapped her arms around Bette and kissed her necka little harder than usual. Suddenly Bette, who was caught up in a haze trying to repress things, grabbed Tina and they both went down on the ground. Bette looked at Tina; she was on top of her and didnt bother balancing her weight. You want to make love now? Ok then Ill ***** ***** youand with that Bette kissed Tina really hard, both of their lips practically bursting. Tinas hand grabbed Bettes hair and her other hand grasped her thigh. Both were desperately trying to get from the other something, like they were trying to get some loving feeling from the tension. The tension was unbearable. All the ***** went down to this, and Bette ripped Tinas blouse down right down. A flashback of that one disastrous night hit them both; slowly Bette pushed herself off of Tina and lay beside her.

And so now Bette was trying to sleep, because later that night without either of them talking Tina went to bed and Bette went to the floor. She had a blanket and pillow and nothing else. Even though her entire body loved every cell of Tinas, she just couldnt sleep beside her in the same bed right now. She forgave Tina, she really did but Bette felt like she needed space. To think and to get a hold of herself. The darkness was not far behind and Bette hoped it would not overtake her. The last thing she needed was another panic attack.

Morning soon came and Bette got up before Tina, it was just after dawn and she was still sleeping. Bette quickly got dressed, informal but elegant. She brushed up on her make-up and quickly left Tina in bed, closing the door quietly though. Going down the stair Bette knew Richard Kennard was already up. He was just that kind of person. And it wasnt hard to guess where his study room was. The oak door was huge and there was even, and Bette couldnt believe this, an engraving on the door that saidPlease do not disturb. Well Bette was going to disturb him alright and opening it abruptly she went in. Richard Kennard was sitting at his desk, dressed to the prime and writing something with an ink penhe looked and Bette said in the most authoritative manner she could muster

.Mr. Kennard, there is something I would like to say.