First things first

I owe you all a huge apology! I realize now that I havent fully understood or been able to completely relate to the hatred of this Candace person you all so vividly picture. Up until now. See, the show is currently airing here, and tonight the Looking back episode was on (wont bother to summarize it as I’m sure you all remember..) and this dreadful Canda-fuckface appeared. Ugh. I’m finding myself having violent thoughts. Very unlike me. So I feel at this point, I am finally able to joint this hate campaign – at full speed!! This being said I also need to voice my outmost awe of your ability to handle this terrible situation. You have indeed known about this for quite some time now.. this.. pitiful attempt to entertain us faithful lovin fans! And you are channelling your anger and hurt into wonderful writings, all of you! Marvellous! Im ringing Ilene Chalken as I’m writing, to get all my favourites from FanFic to get their own season! There!

Once again, thank you for reading and commenting and having patience with Scandinavian fools. You know the drill: g_nightswim@hotmail.com

Hope you enjoy!





Bette and Tina had been on the road for a good five hours. The sun was burning, the asphalt was melting, the jeep was smelling like burned rubber. Bette had the wheels and Tina the music and entertainment. They had started at their town house with Willie Nelson and now Nina Simones rumbling alto was dancing alongside the blowing wind escaping their convertible, exclaiming that her baby just cares for her. Tina was singing her head off. Bette was happy.

The sun roof was down. The bright, beautiful colours that painted the Texan landscape flying by were adding to the ecstatic state of mind these two women were having. It was bliss.

This trip was long over due. They had been planning it for what seems like forever. Finally Bette had an opening on her schedule and Tina got off from work. The fact that Alice had ever so kindly offered them a pair of complimentary tickets she got to this romantic countryside ranch after she visited and wrote her latest piece How I met Mandy – the manure girl also played an important role. Bette was a bit reluctant to the whole ranch thing at first but when Tina seductively shared her wishes for riding – none of the horses of course, she quickly changed into ms enthusiasm, all of a sudden.

They had a couple of hours left and decided to pull over at the next exit for gas and some food and supplies.

Garys gas was first up.

Bette pulled over and started the gas pump. Tina watched, gave Bette a mischievous grin and turned to go buy some snack for the rest of the trip.

The heat was almost unbearable. Bette was sweating through her t-shirt, a few tresses of chocolate brown hair was stuck to her chin an as she was trying to wipe them away, a woman was walking up to her Hey Im Candace The woman sneaked up behind Bette covering her hand that held the gas pump. Love the way you handle that hose. Bette jumped, unprepared for such a bold approach. Uh, well uh.. Bette felt extremely uncomfortable and tried to worm her way out of this womans grasp but this Candace character was pulling the pump out of the car and into the machine and now she had a firm grip on both of Bettes wrists, locking them from behind.

Excuse me Bette angrily said. The situation was getting out of hand. Bette could feel arms and hands around her, she was so strong, Bette had no chance. Suddenly she spins Bette around fastening Bettes hands behind her back. Bette was pulling and pushing, to no help. The woman was holding on so tightly, Bette had almost lost the feeling in her hands. Now she was licking Bettes neck. Bette was frantic. She was pushing so hard to get out of this ***** faces grip she involuntarily let out a loud cry. If Tina saw this though, it would mean trouble. For Fuckface that is. Bette cried once again. Louder.

Tina had finished inside the gas station had just exited the door when she saw what the commotion was all about. She froze at the sight. Bette had her wrists locked behind her back by this woman figure who was attacking her neck and moving dangerously further south.

Tina just stood there, paralysed. Her bags dropped to the ground and she immediately felt her eyes water up from tears, she saw the agonized look in Bettes eyes from this revolting attempt to get into her pants. Tina felt possession hit her hard in her stomach. The rage building up in her was bursting any minute, fists were clenched, mouth was agape, eyes were popping out of her head. The composed Tina was about to rupture into a violent beast from seeing her baby being treated this way. And the offender, this pathetic excuse for a woman, was going to pay.

Tina walked fast and determined over to the car. Bettes eyes met Tinas, they were pleading.

What the ***** do you think youre doing to my wife?!! Tina grabbed Canda-fuckfaces arms and tried to unlock her hold on Bette. But the fuckface didnt let go, whats up with that?! Tinas patience was long gone. Let the ***** go you ***** excuse for a *****!!!!

As in slow motion, Bette saw something coming. Fast and hard. She felt the air rush as it went past her and plunged forcefully into the fuckface clinging next to her.

Tina had hit the fuckface right in her ***** face. Fists clenched. And as she observed that her lock on her wife was gone, she quickly pecked a bewildered and amazed Bette on the mouth Go, babe. Ill deal with you later.. she grabbed Canda-fuckfaces arms and shoved her away making her stumble to her ***** and lie squirming in agony in the dust. In her right element. Thatll teach her.

T, she I I didnt.. You dont have to T

Bette was tearing up inside, she was completely guilt free of this incident. Tina was still intoxicated with the rage she had unveiled and formed into pure violence. She knew this fuckface attacked Bette and just gave Bette an assuring smile. She wrapped her arms around her still astonished wife, rubbed her nose against hers, their lips met and lingered. Tina tenderly kissed Bette I know babe, I know.

Bette felt the rush of relief run through her body. Alongside it a heat immensing between her legs from seeing her tender and sweet wife act like Rambo.

Actually T.. Bette spoke in between kissing, escalating it some what

It rather turned me on Tongues teasing

You coming to my rescue. Going deeper

You being all raw and stuff. Breathing laboured

The kiss was now like the ones they usually share once right inside their home after a night of teasing and tormenting while in public.

Tina had to stop for air. Their chests were heaving, eyes semi closed from lust.

Wait here babe Tina rasped in Bette ear.

Bette was still dumbstruck from the previous events and the kiss.

Where the ***** would I go.. she managed to whisper to herself.

Tina ran inside the gas station, walked up to the counter A car wash coupon, NOW and for FREE – you need to get your employees castrated!!

The old grump tried to argue

NOW, you old *****!!

Tina grabbed the coupon out of his hand and marched out to the car.

Bette still standing there, in a state of utter astonishment. Before she could get a word out, Tina had put the sun roof back on.

Get in babe, you need a wash