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Bette Porter… I Was Too Blind To See… When You Belonged To Me… You Were My Everything!
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I guess not.
“Why does that matter?”
Maybe I wasn’t in a position to be so flippant. In hindsight I would have just answered her question.
“Because I drove by the house at 2.15 a.m. this morning and your car wasn’t there. What did you ***** all night before you told her I was the love of your life this morning?”
No, no, no, no, that’s not what happened. Didn’t get chance to form the words in my mouth. Instead found myself jumping out of the way of flying object heading in my direction.
She actually tipped the ***** table over before storming out without hearing my explanation of where I was in the early hours of this morning. Was, so in shock at Tina’s demonstration at table tipping, just stood there like a shop dummy looking stupefied. Must make mental note to oneself never to get on the wrong side of Tina Kennard again, especially when she’s sat behind moveable table.
8.03 a.m. Grossly underestimated how angry and hurt Tina was with me. Still, in shock at her attempt to maim me with flying table and various objects.
8.04 a.m. Think Justin Timberlake must have had a premonition of my indiscretion when he wrote the song ‘Cry Me A River.’ Definitely deserve part of the royalties for that track. Could easily demonstrate that it is absolutely possible to cry a river, that’s if I don’t drown first.
8.05.a.m. “Arrrrrrrrgh.” *****, *****, *****, *****, *****. Have smashed in to side of another car.
8.06 a.m. Why oh why is this happening to me? Man with red face furiously banging on side window of car with fists, shouting some kind of obscenities at me. Temper really beginning to boil over now. Must let go of steering wheel in order to remove oneself from car.
8.07 a.m. Man still screaming. Can feel one’s face twisting in to a maniacal expression.
” Are you blind? You ***** went through a red. Get out of the ***** car. Come on get out of the car, get out of the ***** car.”
Am exceptionally pissed off now. Flung car door open with feet.
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like the wors with your thoughts. please continue.fergz – how ya doing?
Bridget Jones meets Bette Porter, v.good!
Well written and witty – try saying that Bette :-) – Loking forward to the next chapters.
mmmm interesting, different style of writing for u, but ya know what, i liked it!, so now i await the second part! x
please continue..nice chapter.
nice progressing, maybe we should cut straight to the sex scene in ep. 9? and then do everything before that as flashbacks…jk, please continue
well hello there, did you miss me??? all I want to know is why no one dying in this story??? LOL Just glad to see you writing again missed ya
Great chapter. This is the sad time for Bette and its hurt to see her like that. Ok post soon please, thanks!
i’ve only just seen the scene with bette and the line about running in the opposite direction and it broke my heart ( probably because it would be my answer as well ) and this did the same — i’ll be really interested to see where you are taking this one — great writing
OMG! that was sad to see Bette with out Tina on her side Oh! My Thanks for another posted I’m enjoy reading it Please continue Thanks!!
If I say that ur story is good that would be an understatment. Well… Ur story is fucking absolutely extermely amazing, good, pleasant and wonderful. Thank u..and pls post soon!