Tina’s POV:

B or the Dark Panther I should call her at the moment had her face buried in my neck as she was making passionate love to me. It was beyond beautiful and hot and there is nothing to describe it actually. We’ve made love to one another for hours on end, our bodies never giving into the pressures of exhaustion. Our love and desire consumed everything that we had and it was a good thing! Around eight-thirty at night, B and I had a later dinner downstairs in the nude and no we didn’t have pussy for dinner that was pre dinner! We had a shrimp salad together and glasses of grapefruit juice. I said, "I am looking forward to meeting your friends and sister, B. They sound like wonderful people." B said as she nibbled on a shrimp, "They are and I am looking forward to meeting your dad, he sounds really cool!" I grinned sadly at B and replied, "He is cool." Bette could tell by the way I smiled that something was wrong and she gently grabbed me by the hand and asked, "Baby, are you thinking of your mom again?" I sighed, "Yeah, I wish she could’ve been a cool person too." Bette kissed my hand softly and said, "This must really bother you, T. I am so sorry, I wish there is something I could do more for you." I responded, "Just marry me and we’ll be alright!"

Tina’s POV:

After dinner, Bette and I went back to bed and made even more love together until Bette fell asleep, exhausted from the hot workout. I could not sleep because I was thinking of my mother too much and it was hurting me, so I slipped on some clothing and an overcoat. I decided that I needed to go for a walk to clear my mind. What I didn’t know was that Bette immediately woke up after I left to go and take a walk. It was pouring rain but I didn’t care, I just needed to cure my troubled state. I just walked around the property which was a huge area to begin with and I was crying softly to myself. After what seemed like forever of walking in the rain, I walked back towards the condo and I saw Bette standing outside in the rain, wearing a parka and a hood over her head and jeans. Her hands were in her pockets and she had a worried look across her face. It was so sweet that she cared this much about me and it touched me as well. I asked, "What are you doing out here?" Bette replied, "I’m worried about you, baby. You left the house without saying a word and you were walking out here in the rain, without an umbrella and risking getting pneumonia. I had to see if you were okay." I studied B’s face and her eyes were filled with worry yet filled with unconditional love for me. I sighed, "I feel so fucked up right now, sweetheart." Bette took me in her arms and held me tightly, her chin rested on my head. B ever so the loving and understanding woman said, "It will get easier for you, T. It just takes time." I nuzzled my face in B’s chest and cried, "I know, it is just so hard."