I can feel her breath touch the back of my neck as her hands continue to slide inside my skirt.  Her fingers tracing a secret path—wandering but sure to find the forbidden entrance that follows my soul.  I hold my breath every time they press harder into my flesh, reconnecting with the depths of my desire.  I can feel heat building between my thighs–all this for a nameless creature that’s long been hiding behind a shadow.  I really don’t mind making love to a stranger. In fact, I’d rather keep it this way. I find relief in darkness. Light will only pierce me until pain comes rushing through. 

As my mind continues to raise its own battles and my heart suffers from all sorts of feelings—I find myself in an excruciating position.   But then I felt her supple curves pressed against my back.  It’s when all that I kept inside have suddenly emptied me, raw and pure, helpless and dangerous.    

“Bette…”

“Spread your legs.”   

And that’s when I started tormenting myself. 

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CAC OFFICE

“Bette…”

“It’s Ms. Porter for you, Tina.  Make me a cup of coffee.”

Tina stood for a moment willing herself to say something until Bette paused for a moment, gave her a concerned look and said,

“I want it black.”…and turned toward her office doors.

Shit. Shit. Shit.  What the hell are you thinking?  Sleeping with your boss is obviously not a good idea.  Now what, not only will the Yale Ice Queen look down on you as an idiot but now as a slut.  Way to go Kennard.

“Ouch!”  Her thought interrupted by the pouring hot water from Bette’s cup. 

BEEEEp.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t ask for an ice coffee.  For Pete’s sake, you don’t even have to add cream or sugar.  How hard can it be?”

BEEEEp.

Tina stared at the intercom for a while, not believing her eyes for what just happened.

This is nightmare… in broad daylight.

A knock on the door later…

“Here’s your coffee…” Tina looking more defeated as she laid down the cup on a glass table.

Bette only raised her head for a mere second before scribbling back on her note pad.

While sipping the coffee, “Make whatever excuse you can come up with.  I don’t wanna see Franklin today.”

“I’ll see what I can do.

”And oh, will you contact Jodi for me.  I think she’s in her art studio.  Telll her I’ll see her at lunch."

"Anything else…"with head bowed down. 

"That’s all" 

Fuck.  What don’t you just bite my head off!

“Just shut the door.”

Tina has long been out the door, but Bette kept her gaze for full 5 minutes, almost without blinking, obviously lost in her own thoughts. 

BEEEEEp.

“Jodi’s on the line…”

“Ahh…ok!”

BEEEEp.

“Hey, babe…”