Jet-lagged, tired, and sick to her stomach Bette entered her house. And immediately wished she was back in Ts arms, even it was in that ***** home. The house was dark and shadowy, Bette turned on every single light and locked and closed every single conceivable entrance. She then took all the knives out of the kitchen and put them in a cloth bag, she put the cloth bag in the closet at the end of the hall. Bette then found the nails and hammer and began to nail the windows shut. She worked on every window and it was evening when she was finished. Satisfied Bette crawled into bed and pulled the blankets up to her nose; if Kit saw her she wouldnt believe that Bette was being such a wussy. But tonight Bette felt like the evil of the world would creep into her home and suck the life out of her if she didnt lock up. Then the phone and Bette pretty much jumped five feet screaming.

When the man on the other end identified himself Bette went a deep deep chilling cold. It was the crown counsel and he needed Bette to make another official statement for the trial of Haywood that was coming up. Her fist shaking she as clenching it so hard Bette said yes, she could drop by tomorrow. Upon hanging up Bette hid under the covers and closed her eyes, she wanted to disappear forever. When the phone rang again Bette didnt answer it, it rang again and again until she finally snatched it and yelled WHAT!!? God Bette is that how you always answer?…it was Tina thank God, she was just checking up on Bette to see if her flight went well. Of course it didnt go well Bette laughed and asked how it was in the Holidae Inn. Better than the hellhole we ere in earlier. Chuckling Bette didnt tell her about the previous phone call, hearing Tina so relaxed relaxed her and she didnt want to taint their conversation with suchevil.

Very soon their phone call became dirty, it started with an offhand comment Bette made

What are you wearing for bed? Did you remember your pajamas?

No I didnt remember them