Tina quietly closed the door behind her and stared at the man who was sitting on the edge of the bed she had shared with Bette for seven years.
‘What?’ Tina thought. ‘Dammit! Who wrote that? Could you please get it out of my head, cause right now I’m not thinking about Bette!’
(Sorry Tina, we wrote it, and it stays. Now...on with the story.)
Her eyes were glazed over, and a lite sheen of sweat glistened on her upper lip and forehead in anticipation of what she had been waiting months for...real, live, man penis! Not rubber...not silicone...but real, in the flesh, balls and all...man penis!!! She licked her lips as she stared at his crotch.
"Are they asleep?" He asked quietly. Not saying anything, Tina just nodded her head as she whipped her top off, unzipping her jeans at the same time. "Hurry up Henry, take your clothes off! You know we don’t have much time!"
"What? Why?" Henry asked as he jumped up off the bed like it was on fire. "Is Bette coming home?"
"Bette?" Tina asked in frustration. "Didn’t I just say that I wasn’t thinking about Bette right now!! Jesus Christ! Can’t I get just one good man fuck in without everyone talking about Bette?!"
"What?" Henry asked confused. "When did you say you weren’t thinking about Bette right now? I didn’t hear you say anything about Bette."
"Dammit Henry, I just said it. I’m not thinking about Bette right now!!"
"But...but you said, "Didn’t I just say that I wasn’t thinking about Bette right now?", and I’m saying that I didn’t hear you say anything about Bette."
"Henry what in the fuck are you talking about?"
(Uh Tina, I think you were talking to us when you said you weren’t thinking about Bette right now.)
"Oh yeah that’s right."
"Huh?" Henry asked as he was trying to pull down his pants. "What’s right?"
"What’s right? What...What are you talking about Henry?"
"Dammit Tina, you just said, ‘oh yeah that’s right.’ So, I’m asking, what’s right?"
"Dammit Henry! I wasn’t talking to you!! Geez!!"
(Uh Henry, that was us she was talking to.)
Henry snapped his head up and whipped it around, trying to figure out where that voice was coming from. ‘Us? Who’s us?’ He thought. Warily he looked around the room again. Not hearing anything else, he decided that maybe he was just hearing things. Looking at Tina, he asked, "Was I right? Is Bette coming home soon?"
"Oh for the love of..." Tina covers her face as shakes her head thinking, ‘I just want to get laid...please, can I just get laid before my daughter wakes up and she’s twenty!!!
At this point, the author of this tale decides to screw with Henry’s head a little, just because...well, just because she, I mean they, can. That and the fact that he is standing in Bette’s bedroom!!!! Jerk!!!
(Henry...Henry...Henry....look around you, what do you see...see...see?)
Whipping his head around he shouted, "Okay, who said that!?"
Exasperated, Tina asked, "Who said what Henry?"
(Bette.
