"Hurting you? You, my dear, have no idea what hurt is. But you do know what pleasure is, now dont you, um?"

Oh, my god, shes going to rape meright here.

She must have seen the recognition on my face of that knowledge. She turned her head slightly cocking it to one side and a sneer appeared on her lips.

"Yes, my dear Tina, if you no longer will give yourself to me, then I’m going to take what you owe me."

"Owe you?" I shouted, "I don’t owe you anything. Please let me go. Please don’t do this."

"Begging now are we? Yes, you owe me, you ***** owe me big time. I picked up your broken heart and took you into my arms and showered you with attention and gifts and the best goddamn ***** you ever had – that’s right, the best *****. Everything was better and you knew it – better than anything that cheating scum Bette Porter ever gave you!"

She was practically spitting the words at me – her voice rising with each one. This is so much more than her anger at me for ending our relationship. This was as much directed at Bette as it was towards me. The knowledge that I had ***** with Bette today meant that Bette had upped her and she was furious. This anger is what Winnie, her ex, must have witnessed at times. I saw bits of it that day she lashed out to her attorney who was told to get her children away from Winnie at any cost.

"Oh, yes, Im going to have you, Tina dear, but it’s not going to be here."

She roughly pulled me towards the bedroom. I started screaming at her to stop it, let me go, don’t do this.

"I’m going to have my pleasure with you on this bed – right where you fucked Bette. Then it will be my *****, MY ***** you smell in this room, NOT HERS. Do you understand, Tina, NOT HERS!"

Outside Tina’s apartment Bette’s blue Saab pulled to the curb. She had left Dan Foxworthy’s office feeling really good. It was a great session. Yes, things from her past were painful to talk about, but having them out there in front of her made them easier to deal with. Foxworthy really helped her see things more clearly. There’s still quite a distance to go, but oh, how far Ive come, she thought to herself. As soon as she left his office, she turned on her cell and Tina’s id was blinking at her. Oh, god, she’s calling to tell me today was a big mistake, it never should have happened. Bette’s high was quickly plummeting. She retrieved Tina’s message. Her heart was pounding. The message ended. Bette was sobbing and smiling at the same time – not an easy thing to do. To delete this message, press 7; to save it press 9. Bette pressed 9. I’m saving that one for a real long time, yep, I am.

She stepped on the gas and sped to Tina’s.  Bette stepped on the curb, walked up to the front door of Tina’s apartment building and pulled open the door to the vestibule. As soon as she stepped inside she heard shouting mixed with screaming. It was coming from one of these apartments. Whoa, there’s a couple of people not having a good time at all. She started walking down the hall towards Tina’s apartment door and the screaming was getting louder, the words more discernible. The hair on Bette’s arms stood up. Tina’s door looked ajar – what the *****? The screams were coming from behind Tina’s door.

Bette’s body went instantly into fight or flight mode – and fight catapulted her to that door.

TBC.