Chapter 8 – Love

The world is spinning and I feel like the floor has been dropped out from beneath my feet. Guilty? Did they just say guilty? I pin my unfocused eyes on Corky’s face to see him smugly leaning back in his seat. They couldn’t have… I look over at Merle, her grin indicative of a cat licking its claws after a meal, her dark eyes swimming with cruel triumph. Compton’s voice tears through my psyche. “Bailiff, please remand the defendant into custody.”

What? They can’t be serious… A large, rough hand squeezes each of my biceps  and I feel paralyzed as my hands are pulled behind my back where cold steel is snaps tight around my wrists and bites into my flesh. I’m tugged but my legs refuse to work. No… this isn’t right. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Tina… oh God… my family… The bailiff pulls harder and I stumble as he starts to lead me through the front of the room. I see two other bailiffs waiting at the threshold of the door about twenty-five feet ahead, and my mind starts to process this unthinkable information.

My stiff muscles shake with adrenaline, my tongue feels dry, my throat is closed, and my stomach is roiling as a rush of anger unlike anything I’ve ever experienced hits my veins, mixing with the adrenaline and making me feel irrational. It only gets worse as I hear Tina’s soft but panicked voice from the back of the utterly silent room. “Bette?!”

I turn to look at her but the bailiff won’t stop, in fact he starts pulling me faster. I struggle and pull myself away from his grasp, trying to slow him down as Tina quickly strides up the aisle towards me. I’m tugged again but I push forward, twisting to get away from him. Tina pushes through the low dividing wall and I feel an abrupt but searing pain explode on the base of my skull. My legs immediately release me and I drop hard to the linoleum floor, my vision blurry, my teeth rattling, and the cloying taste of blood welling up on my tongue.

I hear Tina’s shrill scream and try to find her with my eyes but it’s so hard to focus as I struggle to just remain conscious. I hear her crying out, the scuffling of feet dancing around me, the murmuring of a crowd somewhere far away, loud shouting, and the sharp banging of a hammer; but it’s the clearing vision of my wife, being slammed so hard to the floor in front of me that blood starts pouring from her nose and mouth, her eyes wet and anguished, and her body jerking convulsively as the man digging his knee into her back roughly cuffs her hands, that is my undoing.

”T… no…” Tears are streaming thickly down my cheeks, and I want to reach out to her, but my arms are pinned. Her lids start to flutter as my name bubbles wetly through her lips, “Bette…”

My eyes snap open and I see Tina looking down at me worriedly as she strokes the curls out of my eyes. “Bette… are you okay?” I nod and let my head fall back on the pillow as I blow out a relieved breath. A small, warm hand touches my chin, gently rolling my head until my eyes are again locked on hers. “Was it a nightmare?”

I nod and she exhales heavily. “God, Babe… you don’t think they’re going to start again, do you?”

I push myself up and brace on my elbows as she sits on the edge of the bed and casually leans over me. I smile at her. “No, I don’t think it’s like that. I think the verdict just hasn’t sunk in yet.” She nods and strokes my face before leaning forward and kissing me sweetly.

It’s only been two days since I received the not guilty verdict, and I have no idea what my psyche is trying to process with that dream, but whatever it is, I hope it does it soon. As Tina pulls back, I can tell that she’s still worried. I sit up fully and take her face in my hands, gaze deeply into the wonderful hazel eyes that give me so much comfort, and hasten to reassure her. “That’s the first one I’ve had, and if they continue, I’ll go see Dan.” I see the relief in the hazel pools try to further explain. “Honestly, I think we just need to take a break. Go somewhere for a while, get away…” I grin. “Maybe the cabin.”

She grins back at me and the joy on her face tells me that we’ll probably be heading back up to Big Bear as early as tomorrow morning. She rests her head on my shoulder and I secure my arms around her as I breathe in her lavender scent. Our connection still hasn’t fully snapped back into place, but it’s strengthening. There’s a light knock at the door and I furrow my brows at Tina. She grins as she says, “It’s funny you should say that, because I have a surprise for you tonight.”

She stands and holds her hands out to me as she calls over her shoulder. “Come on in, you guys.”

I take her hands and stand as Kit, Malcolm, Tom, and Ming enter. All but Malcolm are holding one of my children as he quickly fills his hands with the two bags by the bedroom door. I eye him curiously as he exits without a word before looking to Tina for answers. “T, what’s going on?”

Kit answers for her. “Tina, we’ve got this covered.” She looks me in the eyes, her expression serious. “Don’t argue, baby sis. I know it’s hard for you, but you’re going to do as you’re told right now.”

Everyone chuckles and I frown as Tina takes my hand and tugs. I follow her, still slightly confused, but definitely inclined to heed Kit’s warning. Tina kisses each of our children, telling Angie we’ll call her before bed. I follow suit and kiss Kit on the cheek for good measure. They follow me and Tina down the stairs where she points to a pair of my flip-flops waiting by the open door. I slip them on and Malcolm comes up the steps grinning boyishly as he drops the keys into Tina’s outstretched hand.

Tina hands me my purse, hikes her own up onto her shoulder, and grabs my hand. “It’s just for the night. Come on. I want to get there before sunset.”

Malcolm shoves me gently from behind and I again follow Tina, giving him a scathing glance over my shoulder. He’s wholly unaffected, and I can’t help but smile as Tina and I settle into the Saab. I laugh as I see Tom and Kit holding up the babies’ hands and making them wave at us. Angie joins them and Tina and I both wave as we pull away. I watch them until they head back inside and finally face forward in my seat to contemplate what’s going on. The top is down and it’s warm, but the breeze feels amazing. Tina slips her sunglasses on and passes me my own. She certainly had this planned. I chuckle and she raises an eyebrow at me, glancing in my direction.

I lean my head back and smile at her as something occurs to me. “This reminds me of that night I kidnapped you from the Broadbeach house, only in reverse.” She chuckles, pursing her lips and my mouth drops open as I lean my head forward and stare at her incredulously. “You’re taking us to the Broadbeach house, aren’t you?”

She continues to fight the smile that wants to bloom on her face and shrugs unconvincingly. I start to laugh and she slaps me on the thigh, her voice scathing. “God, you’re impossible to surprise, you know that?”

I lean back in the seat and continue to gaze at her. “Yes, but you love me anyway.”

She glances at me, her expression serious. “I do… with all my heart.”

I feel my heart expand and relief floods my chest. Our connection is healing, and I’ve missed this feeling. The wind is whipping the loose, honey-hued tendrils wildly around Tina’s face, the sun outlining her silhouette and highlighting the burnished glow of her skin. I can’t help myself as I reach out to run my finger down the smooth, silky skin of her exposed right arm. Her beauty catches me completely by surprise sometimes, and I think part of it is how unaware of herself she is. I smile in remembrance. This too feels familiar. “Do you have any idea just how gorgeous you are?”

She chuckles and glances at me. “I’m surprised you can remember that day. I’d never seen you so blitzed.”

I run my fingers through the golden mane dancing about her shoulders completely enthralled. “Of course I remember. I made a promise to you that day.”

She nods, checking her blind-spot and the rearview mirror to switch lanes before again glancing at me. “Yes, you did.” She takes my wandering hand and links our fingers, kissing my knuckles before settling them in her lap. Her voice is strong with conviction. “I doubted you then, but I have no doubts now.” I feel the sting of tears in my eyes and she squeezes my hand. Her voice is tremulous as she asks, “Do you still doubt yourself?”

And that’s the heart of the issue isn’t it? That’s the last lingering shadow that’s been darkening our doorstep since Tina came out of the coma: my past. It takes different forms each time: Candace, Kelly, Merle… even Tina. But ultimately, it always comes back to me. It’s like that dream I just had. I was bound against my will, believing a lie, and watching helplessly as my choices ruined everything; but if I really search myself, look deep within and try to find a succinct answer to her succinct question, my problem has always been me. I was the monster because I believed I was the monster, and part of me had been clinging to the deeply engrained understanding that I would somehow manage to destroy the most precious things in my life, however inadvertently.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and let it go. I am not a monster, and I can… I will, believe it. Tears fall from my eyes as I reopen them and I look over at Tina. My answer is loaded with all the conviction of a saint as I simply say, “No, not anymore.”

She pulls my hand up to her lips, kissing it reverently, and I hear her low, satisfied voice reply, “Good.” Nothing more is said as the drive continues, and I settle deeper into my seat as the comfortable silence falls over us. I don’t know if it’s the late afternoon sun giving testament to the expansive ocean coming into view, the wind rushing past us, or the fact that while scarred, my heart feels whole; but I don’t just feel free, I know it and I believe it.

I smile as we pull through the Broadbeach house gate just in time to see Sandra heading out to her car. Her face splits into a grin as we step out of the Saab. She doesn’t stop her progress as she opens the door of her vehicle, meeting my eyes over the top as she says, “I won’t be back until Monday. I’m sure you two can take care of yourselves.”

I wink at her and she winks back, her voice playfully stern as she says, “Don’t burn the place down,” gets into her car, and pulls away without a backward glance. Tina smiles and raises an incredulous eyebrow at me, and all I can do is grin at her. She shakes her head and removes her sandals. Her movements are slow and intentional as she kneels before me, gazes up into my eyes, and helps me remove my own. My heart could break with the knowledge of what such a subtle act entails, but it’s too full of joy at this moment. She stands and takes my hand, pulling me around to the side of the estate to access the private beach.

The sun is hovering just above the gentle rocking of the ocean, melting the blue of the sky into streaks of golden pink and deep lavender; and I can’t even notice the grandeur of it because of the beautiful creature leisurely keeping pace with me, her warm fingers loosely linked with mine.

The soft sand is warm and pliant under our bare soles and memories of our life together rush up to break over my heart, just like the surf that’s breaking low over our ankles: smiles that spoke of joy, gentle touches that soothed anguished souls, whispers of devotion that mended broken hearts, the incredible feeling of holding each of our children for the first time, the first day of my real life when, by some incredible miracle, Tina gave me her heart on a beach just like this one, a lifetime of unconditional love in a single labored breath, darkened places banished from healing minds, and the tangible link of one soul to another strengthened by trials.

We move up out of the water and make our way towards a small outcropping of rocks. I smile when I spy the thick comforter spread beneath the rocky canopy. She pulls me to a stop and settles her arms low on my hips as she tucks her head beneath my chin, and we watch as the sun starts to dip into the water. It’s fulfillment unlike anything I’ve ever known, just the simple joy of holding her this way. We linger here, absorbing each other as nature puts on this magnificent show, and it seems as though it’s all just for us.

The colors start to fade and the stars make their first appearance. Tina glances up and I smile as I reach out to her with my eyes, imploring her to see through me. It’s not a struggle anymore. I don’t have to push open the shutters that guard the most intimate parts of me to let her in. I’m no longer afraid of what she’ll see or what she’ll find. She’s already inhabited the darkest parts of me and she loves me anyway. And it’s incredible, but I want her there; I crave her there. I’ve been a fortress for so long. It was so much safer to be alone, despite the love that so fully surrounded me. But I was so, so very wrong. The safest place in the world is basking in the radiant light of her heart.

She doesn’t disappoint; she looks right through me, entering easily and stoking the fires that burn for only her with little more than a heated glance. It happens so fast that I don’t even comprehend the movement, but her warm, soft lips are caressing mine, her silken hair cascading around me like a golden net that catches the last rays of the late evening sun and throws fantastic prisms over our entwined bodies. I feel like all the secrets of the universe have been opened up to me and the limitless choices narrowed down to one obvious answer, one wonderful reason, one single word… Tina.

My soul craves more of her and I reach deeper within myself, deeper within her mouth, wrapping my arms around her and drawing her in with my tongue and hands. It’s incredible, this feeling of being utterly shattered and utterly mended. There is a deep yearning in the pit of my stomach that tugs and clenches at my center until it spasms, arousal spilling out to give testament to my need for her, to how much a part of me she is.

Gentle hands unbutton my shirt and the warm, salt-laden breeze caresses my skin as layer after layer of clothing and emotional armor is removed and discarded. I want to rejoice in the vulnerability of my surrender. There is nothing in me or about me that is not hers, and her eyes give witness to the love we share. All the spaces in-between, wherever they are housed somewhere deep inside… they have been hollowed out, they have been made new, and I can see that she’s with me every step of the way.

As if it’s been choreographed, without any conscious thought, a primal pull brings my hands forward to tug at the hem of her tank and watch as inch after inch of gloriously supple skin is exposed up the length of her beautiful body. The way my hands fit against the slightly sharp dips of her hips, the firm undersides of her heavy breasts, the delicate hollow of her throat as I drink her in, only reaffirms what I know in my very makeup to be true: something, someone, a wielder of life and perfection made her for me, for my hands, for my eyes, for my soul – and with an honorable sense of propriety, I know it was a gift for me and me alone, however undeserved.

Smooth but firm extremities slide up my arms and settle at the crux of my shoulders as even smaller digits tangle in my hair. Shocks of pleasure radiate throughout my scalp, along my spine, and across my hips to bloom out from my center and rock the foundation of every conviction I’ve ever held. I stand here, utterly exposed in those convictions, knowing I am safe because I have been tested by the righteous fires of love and held true to the responsibility entrusted to me. All of the impurities have melted away, leaving me with nothing but resolve and devotion and joy… nothing but Tina.

All of my desires are pure of heart and pure of spirit. I want nothing more than to put joy on her face. I want nothing more than to engrave fulfillment on her heart. I want nothing more than to stand with her while she makes this world and this life lush, and alive… so very alive, just as she has made me. She… she is life, and I drink of her greedily.

Even her tender lips taste of it – life, love and devotion, passion and desire, the highest reaching pinnacles of joy, and a beacon of hope in the lowest depths of despair. No matter where I go, she is like a small flame held in the palm of my hand, warmly guiding the way to healing. And it is healing; and it is complete. As every remaining garment and layer are expertly removed with knowing hands and knowing souls, I am healed by the light of her beauty as all is exposed, inside and out.

Her tongue strokes smoothly against mine and there’s another aftershock in the deepest regions of my being. It’s audible, this groaning and breaking apart, and it’s met with a soft gasp. Whatever plane we have reached, we have reached it together.

Life-giving blood starts pounding through my muscles, sped along by an organ that keeps time with hers. Arteries expand, muscles quiver, and I am turned inside out as everything shifts and unsteady steps rock us back to fall onto a soft cloud of comforting down.

The full-length contact is indescribably delicious as we shift against one another, aided by the call of one soul, one life, and one love. How well her touch knows me inside and out; how unerringly her lips find the most tender places to soothe and excite; the fruits of her labor rich and sweet as she drinks the nectar directly from the source. I am spread out, splayed open to her questing tongue that pushes through me, only to retreat and pull me into her.

The delicious sounds of a sumptuous feast, groans of fulfillment, breathless shudders of overanxious lungs, the gentle shatter of waves on a shore, they are the only sounds that fill this place that we share here together, this place we’ve created here together. This miraculous woman, wonderfully and beautifully made, pulls away from her reward, the glistening trails of sticky, sweet sap dripping off of coral lips only to be smoothly gathered and savored by a soft tongue. The naked eroticism in her enthralling gaze tugs up at my chest until I’m pressed tightly against the sanctuary of her breasts, laving her, suckling her, pulling more of her in.

I run my tongue along the thin membrane of her slender neck, my sensitive buds gathering the salty treks of clean sweat as they arch over the delicate edge of her chin to share in the remnants of musky delight that still lingers on her full lips. Straining legs surround my own and press the hot center of her desire firmly against the already sticky curls at the apex of my sex.

The heady musk of her offering is thick and nearly scalding as it leaks from her into me, sealing us together and aiding the gentle friction of her steadily circling hips.  The over-sensitized nerves that layer my muscles open to receive her touch, a perfect touch that alternates between the pleasure-pain of scraping nails and the soothing heat of open palms. Her movements are steady and fluid, and air is not coming easily, but I refuse to release her luscious mouth. The dips and valleys of starkly straining muscles in my arms work to aid her motion, to grab and tease, to increase her pleasure, and to selfishly try to pull her further into me.

I feel the first tendrils of intense pleasure radiate out from the nerves in my center as they twist and coil steadily tighter. A vortex of passion picks up around us. Her frantic motion increases and my soul almost buckles under the intense emotions that spill forth from each of us. The feel of her, the taste of her, it all swirls together, stirring something supernatural inside of me as I add the vision of her lithe body cleaving to me, her soul bared to me, her heart gently laid open for me to cradle in my arms.

All of it is about to tear through us; but I refuse to combust without her, choosing instead to linger in the center of the storm as the hard, exposed length of her clit glides smoothly around mine like a maelstrom. The walls of this beautiful storm start to close in around us and our nerves swell until finally that one small moment we’ve been waiting for, that perfect instant of bittersweet torture arrives and gathers us up as it rages through our trembling bodies.

The intensity of my gratitude is unfathomable. It is my privilege to cling to her as we fall apart in each other’s arms. I know how it feels to be hers. I know what I’ve been living for all along. The tyrannical ruling of my past, the vast kingdom of my stubborn heart, they bow before her in awe. They fall to their knees to go out in a blinding light of peace and happiness that I would have never thought possible. And even now, as all the intensity subsides, as the love of my life arches an incredulous eyebrow at me, as the last dregs of devotion well in our eyes to snuff out the all-consuming fire for just a moment, I realize that I could leave this life at this very instant a fulfilled and supremely wealthy woman.

I smile at her through my tears as I stroke that beautiful eyebrow. Of course I have no intention of leaving just yet, but if I had to… oh, what a way to go out.


Continued in Turning Page.

45 thoughts on “Chapter 8 – Love

    • People like Merle and Corky and Kelly, even if they escape legal justice, they never escape karma. What you put out there is what you will receive. I have plans for Merle; you won’t see it for a while, though. The epilogue will be posted as one complete story. Thanks for reading and commenting. 😀

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  1. A beautiful end to a wonderful story. I very much appreciate your courage in writing this story. It has given me reason to examine myself and my relationship. I have been inspired to let go of some behavior I resent and embrace the positive aspects of my partner. I appreciate more the time we spend together and have opened up some of my inner thoughts and needs to her. Like Bette in your story, I have come to realize that control is not everything and sharing the innermost parts of myself with my love is strengthening our relationship both emotionally and physically. So I send you a heartfelt thank you as you have been an inspiration.As always JP also has my appreciation as well!

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    • Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m glad that you’ve had a personal response to the material. I know it’s not entirely realistic, with plastic villains and far reaching romantic notions, but I wanted to reach people on a real level and get the points listed in my AN across. I’m so glad you and your partner are doing well and you’ve been able to open up more. That’s amazing. You have been consistent in not only your readership, but your feedback as well. I truly appreciate it! And don’t worry about the double post. It happens. I can delete one of them. *hugs*

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    • I’m glad it fooled you. The original dream sequence I wrote was Bette choking Merle after the reading of the verdict. It was so unrealistic that I rewrote it. So I’m glad that it fooled you. 😛 Thanks for commenting and reading. 😀

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  2. Such a wonderful series/story. I loved them all. You are a fantastic author! I will be reading this series over and over. Thank you for all the heart you put into it.

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  3. Wow you rock girl thx, okay I’m going to start on this chapter thx. This was great, thx for a great update love your story. Like I said YOU ROCK GIRL!Sorry me again, please don’t tell me this is the end! Please we want more WE WANT MORE!!!!

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  4. I’m with ELS73 WE NEED MORE VAGINASWIGNESS!! If you ever consider writing another story or writing a novel I’ll be the first to read it!!! Hey you could write a book called 50 Shades Of Tibette. 🙂

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  5. Wow…just WOW. I do feel I know you a little. No one could write what you have written and not pour some of their own soul into it. That love scene…and that is exactly what it was, not sex, was astounding, incredible, magnificent awesome…no wrds to describe it. If you don’t do something involving writing, you should, you have a substantial talent. I hope to read a lot more from you in the future. This story was a wonderful gift from you to us. Thank you!!! Just me again…I meant to thank JP22 for her guidance to you as well. Awesome job JP!

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  6. Oh my goodness, you have no idea how completely my heart was in my throat for the first page of this chapter. Bad girl, bad girl!!! I couldn’t imagine how a jury could have given a verdict of guilty with all the info that was given despite the lies of MR, and kw, plus the actions of little fat corky. In the epilogue I sure hope they get just what they have coming to them especially MR and kw. Please just deliver their severed heads unto Ceasar, metaphorically, and never let them see the light of day again especially MR and corky, and just send kw as fast as possible to a cot in the penal system that will deliver a hellish, nightmarish injection to end all her shit that she conjures up in jail. The woman is extremely dangerous and now mentally ill and all the while thinking that she is justified in her planning and machinations to have Bette killed, Duffy’s family killed and, of course, her poor husband Deke. The woman has to be stopped permanently. You have written a most fantastic story. And I will be going back to read it in its entirety page after engrossing page. Thank you for sharing.

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    • I won’t leave you with any loose ends, so fear not. I’m really glad that you’ve enjoyed this story and appreciate your contributions to the feedback and commenting. You’ve been dedicated and consistent, and I truly appreciate you. buggs – lol, was that pun intended? 😉 I appreciate your faith in me. Sorry you were required to feed people instead of read. Don’t you hate interruptions? Thanks so much for your feedback. laileng – I’m glad you feel fulfilled. I’ll try not to disappoint in the epilogue. Thank you so much for speaking up. didi – You’re welcome and thank you.

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  7. finally got to read it. had visitors from hell today and they wont leave till I fed them. wow good ending but the tree assholes didn’t get their justice. don’t know what was worse bitches from hell, more crappy football, or those three going scot free? ok will wait for your next post to decide, lol. thank you for the great story tho glad you didn’t leave us hanging like a lot of the writers here do. but know im safe with stories from vaginawig cuz your always take us to a climax, lol.

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  8. Yes, that’s what I am looking for from the verdict. Now is the time to recover and rediscover their love and passion for Tibette. As for that bitchy Merle, will wait for what you have in store for her later, maybe let her has a taste of her own medicine for good! PPS!

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  9. ELS & TiBetteFan1 – You’re both very sweet and I’ve very much appreciated your continued reading and support. I don’t know if I’ll be writing anymore but you’ll get an epilogue here soon. Thank you, both of you, so much!

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  10. Lol…you scared me there. I was sweating. I’m glad Bette was found not guilty. I hope her nightmares go away. This was a horrible experience so it’s comforting to know Tina is there for her along with family & friends. Can’t wait for the epilogue. Thank you so much for sharing your story.

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    • You’re welcome. Sorry for making you sweat, but take comfort in the fact that Bette has figured it out, finally. I think she’s going to be just fine and very happy for many years to come. I’m working on the epilogue right now, and I’ll be honest, I’ve cried twice and I’m not even a third of the way into it. I hope you all enjoy it.

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  11. Hey guys just wanted to let you all know of another fic that was written awhile ago but one that I have read quite a few times.It’s called “Laid Up: Another Season Three” it’s by PortiaOnly. It is just as amazing as this fic!!

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  12. You are a poet in the truest sense of the word, my friend. Your metaphorical ability is simply incredible and you flexed that well-developed muscle impeccably in this final installment. One of the things I have found truly extraordinary about your substantive writing is your uncanny ability to bring it all back around. That was expertly woven in the last chapter when you summed Bette’s journey up simply by reiterating all the bigger themes of the tale as a whole and using each chapter title as the anecdotes. The final line brings us right back to that first chapter. But there’s a juxtaposition between what the phrase refers to in the beginning for Bette and what she describes in the final scene once she has achieved self-actualization. In the first instance, we see her pejoratively reflecting on the end of her relationship with Tina the night of Provocations opening. The final scene shows Bette positing a hypothetical end of her relationship with Tina in that moment of post-coital bliss with adulation and deference. It fills you with hope as any great love story should. There are so many layers to this tale; from the deconstruction to the reconstruction of the relationship from the inside out as well both characters’ individual processes of evolution and growth. I hope you’re proud of what you have accomplished with this piece of work because I am certainly impressed with it.

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    • Your comment read like a paragraph from a poetry dissertation and I’m not only flattered by your words, but a bit flabbergasted. I very much appreciate the amount of thought you put into your feedback. It’s encouraging but also something I can really sink my teeth into. I haven’t had the pleasure of reading your story yet, but I plan to. I have a lot of fic reading to do. You and BenMac are at the top of my list. I may check out this Portia author that’s been mentioned as well. I will say that if you write your fiction half as well as you communicate and with as much forethought and detail, I’m certain that I’ll be blown away. Thank you so much for reading, for offering your help, and for your fantastic encouragement. It means a great deal to me and I greatly appreciate it, truly.

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  13. Wow! This is one of the best stories I have read in a long time. You hand me going with the first chapter. Hope Kelly and the others get what’s coming to them. Glad to see B&T bonding again. Thank you so much for you amazing writing.PPS

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  14. Ok so I loved it !!!!!!!! I’m glad she is not guilty and I hope this connected them all the way……it was a beautiful session they had on the beach you have such a way with words

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  15. This is a beautifully written story. The way you are able to describe the love between Tina and Bette amazes me. I can almost feel their connection. I’m going to miss them. Thanks so much for posting this story.I have to agree with some of the other readers, I would love to see Merle, Corky and Kelly be exposed for what they have done.

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  16. I wish that I could express myself as eloquently as meloveslu. She has set the comment/critique bar to unattainable lofty heights. I will just say “Brava” to you. Your writing is spectacular, dare I say, professional level. You really inhabited Bette’s mind and soul. You imply that the writing of this story has been somewhat cathartic for you. I hope you have a love in your life such as Bette and Tina’s. I admire Bette’s courage in splaying out her love and internal organs for Tina that she would willing die if that was her last breath lying in the arms of her beloved.

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    • You do just fine on your own with your feedback. I like how everyone’s thoughts and expressions differ, so just be you. 😀 I think you’re very kind, but there’s no way this is professional. It is very sweet of you to stroke my ego though. The story has been cathartic for me. As to my love life, no. I feel in love… hard. And it’s not what I had hoped it would be. I didn’t get Bette and Tina’s second ending, I got more of their first ending. lol I think sharing yourself with someone, being fully open, is super hard for most people. I have personally always been just the opposite. I share too much and have yet to meet someone who returns that kind of openness. But, I’ve learned valuable lessons and I’m not totally destroyed by it. It’s a process. I think that’s what love is though, sacrifice or willingness thereof. But that’s just my take on it. Thanks for keeping the dialogue flowing and giving me a break from the heart wrenching mess I’ve been writing.

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  17. What a great job you did with this 9 parts saga. What a journey! I love your Bette. Humor, suspense, plot,… Bette’s evolution during this journey is outstandingly written and described. And you know very well how to manage cliffhanger. It was perfect, just perfect. I lived the story throughout the reading: laugh, smile, crying, anguish, fear, happiness…I almost died at the end of the chapter 7. You must be exhausted especially if you put many of yourself in Bette. I’ll miss you…I’ll really miss you. Maybe another story…when you are ready?

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  18. elhil and TiBetteFan1 – Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it and it touched you. I am exhausted, and I’ll miss this story as well. As far as another story is concerned, I do not have the intention of writing one at this time. And even if I did, it may not go over well. I have a story in mind, but it’s supernatural and very different from this one. The only thing that’s the same is their love for one another. However, I will be posting the epilogue to this one soon. It’s lengthy and should technically count as another story. I’m probably a little more than halfway done with it and JP has edited the most current stuff. I’ll be writing more tonight. I’d say it’ll probably post this weekend. Thanks for following and letting me know of your feelings. I’ll keep them in mind and they’re greatly appreciated.

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