It began with Bette’s work. She had not gone for three days after sunday, in fact she only remembered when some radio show was discussing her work’s new show which
was opening in a few weeks. Bette had dropped the fork she was using to eat some food and ran from room to room in Tina’s house, gathering her clothes and putting them on. She
looked terrible, but went anyway. Tina the whole time was telling her to call in sick, at least for the rest of the week. Bette ignored her and only turned around to say ‘bye’ when she
flew out the door. Her boss was not pleased, after enduring a thorough stripping-down Bette quietly lied. “My husband witnessed someone die and i had to take care of him, won’t
happen again. It had the desired effect.

 To Tina’s chargin they made a schedule. Bette would go to work, spend an hour at home preparing…then spend the rest of the day and night and morning at Tina’s. They
never went to Bette’s house nor did they discuss it. To Bette it was forbidden territory. Like this was forbidden territory. All the cheating was done outside her house so as the inside
would not be soiled. Bette was just stupid, she thought herself as some stupid little freak. It was all going to go down-hill, she knew it but didn’t want to think about it.

 After two days of this schedule Bette began to be annoyed by Tina. Tina would complain about Bette’s hours away, but Bette was courteous not to mention that Tina had
her own job which she suspected was suffering. A lot was unspoken and that unsaid ***** was carried out by bursts of anger. Bette would snap at Tina to be a littlel more dramatic
when she left for work or Tina would ignore Bette when she came over, at least for a few minutes.

 However that was nothing compared to what they did share. Bette couldn’t believe the things they did together. ***** took a whole new meaning. Bette was so inexperienced,
even though she didn’t like to admit it. It was great getting experienced, it was great looking down at Tina and seeing the hickies all over her “neighbour’s” chest. The greatness of
it all was far outweighed by the doom of it all,. but Bette didn’t think about. It was that not thinking that brought the rest of the fighting. You see Bette was never much of a snuggler. Paxton
was too clingy in bed and she could only tolerated him for ten minutes. Now with him gone she wanted to erase any exceptions she made for his sake. And that included snuggling. The
last thing she wanted after ***** was some sweaty person cozying up to her own sweaty body. Bette would feel Tina come closer and she would turn around on her side. So Tina would
wrap her arms around Bette’s body…Bette would slowly move that arm off her. And Tina would sulk. Not like a child…but she would turn around and ignore anytihng Bette said for
a few hours. On the sixth day Tina confronted her about it. “Why are you always squiggling away all the time huh?”  Bette rolled her eyes, getting dressed, trying to cover the huge
black hicky on her neck…”Cuz I feel stifled thats why”