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    Everything to Everybody Chptr. 28

    Bettes mind woke to the familiar touches of Tina stroking her hair. It wasnt until she opened her eyes that she was blessed with Tinas angelic face gracing her morning.

    “Hey, beautiful.” Tina said softening her voice to allow Bette to totally wake up.

    “Mornin, sweetie. How long have you been awake?”

     

    “Mmm only for a little while. I love watching you sleep.”

     

    “And why is that?”

     

    “Because you giggle in your sleep.” Tina said smilingly.

     

    “I do not!” Bette said as her hand playfully smacked Tinas shoulder.

     

    “Yes, you do! And…”

     

    “And what?”

     

    “You dream of me. I woke up because you were callin my name. What were you dreaming about?”

     

    “Uhh…” Bette rolled over onto her back and placed a palm on her forehead as if she was searching for the dream “I was having this really weird dream that I was chasing you through traffic in bumper cars. And then you were tickling me while we were on a tire swing. It was crazy we were fully dressed swimming in Glorias river. I dont know it was kinda crazy and fun at the same time.” Bette said smiling as the memory of the dream fully came back to her.

     

    “Oh baby, such sweet pillow this early in the morning.” Tina said smiling and getting out of bed. But Bette wrapped her arm around her waist and pulled her back into bed. She nuzzled on Tinas neck making her squirm. Her giggling and sweet touches made Tina stay just a little while longer.

    Bette stopped and held Tina close saying ” I wish I could stay like this forever.”

     

    “Me too. But you know what?”

     

    “Mmmhh?”

     

    “Wishin aint gonna make the day stop so, I suggest you get up and join me in this shower. That way we can get you ready for tonight a little bit earlier than planned.” Bette rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes. She was thinking about the days upcoming events when Tina called back to her.

     

    “Bette, baby the showers on… Bette?” when Tina didnt hear her reply or come down the hall she went back into the room to find Bette still in bed. Bette was in the same position as when she left only her arm was draped over eyes shielding them from the sun peaking through the windows. She bent down making sure her lips made the slightest contact with Bettes ear she whispered ” Baby the waters getting cold.” The mere flutter of Tinas lips against her ear made her tremble inside. Tina finished by kissing her ear very softly. This in turn made Bette smile, when she sat up she saw that Tina was already in the hallway waiting for her with her shirt draped down around her elbows revealing her shoulders and the tips of her bare breasts. With a wink of her eye and a flash of a devious smile she disappeared around the corner. Bette wasted no time heading towards the shower.

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    1. Hey netta, I am all caught up now. Good thing, too, cause I’m back to being a full time student. I had Mrs. Rose in the third grade and come from a long line of teachers on my mother’s side. And in point of fact her mother was known all over the state as “Peach”. Not a Georgia girl, but a peach none the less. And no way am I a bowl hog. Did you see “Imitation of Life” on Turner Classics last night?

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