Bette looked into the mirror the next morning. Her cheek did bruise, just a bit. She felt weird…different. Not so different, just like in a weird kind of skin. she didn’t
like it, didn’t like pushing Paxton like that. What the ***** got into her? She was not herself, she was not the same person. There some kind of mask she hid in last night.Paxton
wouldn’t talk to her. Bette made coffee and placed his before him, while he read an academic journal. He didn’t even blink or look up. Bette left the house feeling like *****. It
was more than her cheek that was bruised…she felt violated. And it was all tina’s fault. Why did she have to show the book? Why was there some…disturbance. Bette got into her car and revved up the engine.
And because Tina had the same work schedule, she came out too. when Bette saw her she opened her door and got out of her vehicle. Heading to Tina’s little Honda Bette
felt her blood boil. She was not like that, not like those stapled ***** ring whackos. Bette didn’t even know she was being irrational.

 Tina looked up when she heard heels walking towards her. She just had a terrible night, her father was slowly dying of heartbreak…after 42 years of marriage her mother
was walking out on her father.  Tina knew it proabably was for the better but it was her father for whom she felt pity. He was nothing without her mother but a monster with her. tina
as always, felt torn inside. Her neighbour, Bette, was now before her. Her expression was strange. What did Tina think about Bette? She felt sorry for her too. For many years Tina
had dated a therapist, before ending it a couple of months ago…and she had been obssessed with therapy when she was with him. She knew certain signs of unhappiness. And
Bette was certainly someone who was unhappy. Tina could feel something from Bette, could feel something out of place. A sort of disturbance. Tina didn’t know how to feel about
her neighbour, she was tempted to get know her better…but also didn’t want to interfere in anyway. Tina couldn’t quite get her finger on it. She was just about to get in her car when
Bette herself planted herself in front of Tina. Tina, confused, got out and stood up. Her neighbour looked like someone died or something….she opened her mouth…”Tina, ummmm
I-I o ***** it, las tnight i bit my husband’s ear and goaded him to deck me cuz i wanted to be like your stupid ***** book..you should not have given it to me it’s your fault” Tina
gaped…”woa Bette, your obviously very upset, take a breath and please….start again, what is my fault?” It worked, Tina used her trick on her. Bette closed her mouth, Tina could
see that shame was burning her up. “Well…umm im sorry, heh…well it’s just, i did something not really cool and not really in character and i don’t know what it did to my
marriage but Paxton is not talking to me and i don’t know why im telling you all this!” Bette was crying by now, her tears were hardly coming out though she was that frustrated. Tina
closed her car door and touched Bette’s shoulder, guiding her back into her own house. Tina opened the door and Bette went in there, looking around the house with a dazed
look on her face. Tina went into the kitche with Bette following her. Normally Tina would be freaked out and not wanting anything to do with someone who was clearly….well. Tina
guessed people all had those days sometime. But she was also….curious about this woman. She was very attractive. And though Tina herself was….straight….she did take pleasure
in seeing Bette squirm at the book. Dykes and Leather. ***** she should have warned Bette about the nature of the book. Some people really got off on pain and that book showed
it, it had been banned in some countries.