"(Bette...Bette....Bette...that’s what you see....Bette....Bette....Bette)
Holding his pants up to his chest in an attempt to protect his almost naked body, and with his eyes glazed over, Henry looks around, and sure enough, there are pictures of the beautiful brunette all around the room. "I..I..I..see Bette people," he whispers.
"What?!!" Tina screeched. "Where’s Bette?" She asked in a panic.
"There," Henry held up a shaky finger, pointing to the pictures. "And there...and there."
"God dammit Henry, I said I am not thinking about Bette right now!!!! Get it?! I’m not thinking about her! You’re not thinking about her....NO ONE IS FUCKING THINKING ABOUT BETTE RIGHT NOW!!!"
(Uh Tina, maybe you aren’t, but we are thinking about Bette right now. And, since you are making us write this stupid ass sex scene, IN BETTE’S BEDROOM, we are just letting you know how we feel. Okay, go on with your story.)
Coming back out of his daze, Henry quickly moves over to placate his girlfriend.
"You’re right baby...you are absolutely right. No one is thinking about Bette right now. No one sees Bette right now. No one is talking about Bette right now."
"GOD DAMMIT, WOULD YOU QUIT SAYING HER FUCKING NAME!!!!"
"Tina," Henry cowers a little. "Could you please stop yelling at me. You know, it really is killing the mood for me."
‘Oh my God,’ Tina thinks. ‘This is getting ridiculous. I should have fucked Josh while I had the chance!’
Seeing how upset Tina is, Henry wants to make up for their slow start...or...well, their NO start, so he gets down onto his knees, and bends down to kiss Tina’s you know what.
(No, what?)
"I know it’s you up there this time," Henry mumbles, munching on the lace of Tina’s panties. "And, I’m not talking to you anymore."
Grabbing Henry’s head by his hair, she jerked him away from her, not realizing one of his teeth was caught in the lace. "OWWW!!!"
"Uh, sorry Henry, but who were you talking to just now? Who aren’t you talking to anymore?"
"Ow," Henry says again in a whisper, as he wiggles his tooth with his fingers to make sure it was still there. "No one Tina. I wasn’t talking to anyone. I swear...I wasn’t talking to anyone, I wasn’t seeing anyone, and I certainly didn’t say Bette’s name."
"Oh holy fuck," Tina whispered, feeling like the ghost of her still very much alive ex partner, ex wife, ex lover, ex girlfriend...and yes, her EIGHT YEAR aberration...was all over the room.
"Maybe this was a mistake," Tina said softly.
"NO NO NO," Henry says in desperation. "Look baby." He takes Tina’s hand and quickly shoves it down his shorts. "Man penis! And, it’s all yours baby, see." A soft moan escapes his lips as Tina closes her eyes, going into a trance at the feel of her fingers around his you know what!
But wait! One of her eyes peaks open, and she tilts her head forward, looking down to see if her eyes can verify what her fingers are feeling...which unfortunately is not as much as she had hoped for. ‘Damn,’ she thought. ‘Oh well, I guess it’s the luck of the draw. Besides, it’s what he does with it rather than its size anyway, right?! And,’ she reminds herself. ‘I’m still going to get laid with a real man penis, balls and all!!’
Feeling Henry harden because of her ministrations brings back all of Tina’s earlier excitement. "Oh fuck yeah, this is what I want!
