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    A Date With Myself – Tina Kennard L Word

    Story written on May 5, 2014 by Blackbird.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=85432
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    When Angie’s gone, I’ve wondered what they do together on the nights that Bette has her. What we do is talk about Mama B playing the game with us, or how Bette reads that funny part of the children’s book when it’s time for the friendly ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!” Apparently Bette

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    When Angie’s gone, I’ve wondered what they do together on the nights that Bette has her. What we do is talk about Mama B playing the game with us, or how Bette reads that funny part of the children’s book when it’s time for the friendly ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!” Apparently Bette does this part far better than I do, so I’m trying to learn.

    Lately, we’ve been calling Bette before bedtime, and the times she’s not been home I’ve been tempted to open up her Outlook calendar to see where she is. I know her password. It’s my birthday.

    It would have occurred to her, of course to change her password. But where she keeps her spare house and car keys, her thousand dollars of just in case earthquake money, is likely just the way it was. In all those ways she still trusts me.

    Other things have come to me to while lying alone hour after hour every morning. I’m finally getting an inkling of what her long stares at the ceiling must be like. I’ve been logging hours and hours of these myself lately. She was always our worrier. Now both of us are, I suspect.

    After making love or when she’s fed up with an annoying editorial in the paper are the times I can always count on her eyes heading for the ceiling to dream or wonder about something that’s bothering her. It gave me a lot freedom to nestle against her with my own undisturbed thoughts. Once entranced, Bette would lie nearly still until the “Eureka!” moment hit her, or I stirred her to pay attention to me again. It was a rhythm she had and thinking things through far up in the air was what she did and it never bothered me at all. It’s my thoughts when I’m alone now that I really don’t like.

    Noon

    I have two words for this story of Jenny’s: Fuck You. Now, for the remaining thoughts: Cultural upheaval if this ever gets made, and Bette’s going to blow a fucking gasket. I can’t believe I told her where to find a copy of Jenny’s book. I’m such a fucking idiot.

    I lock my office door and head over to the studio canteen for lunch. I don’t know if Jenny’s actually still crazy, or she just doesn’t give a flying fuck, but Nina/Tina and Bev/Bette are far too close for comfort. I can’t imagine any sane writer would rip off of her neighbor’s lives and then barely disguise their names. And now the fucking thing is on my desk to make it for a worldwide audience? In what universe does this happen? What other studio executive is ever offered a movie deal to turn their most intimate private moments, their worst most degrading and fucking awful behaviors, into a movie? Me!

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    3. I loved Tina’s narration. But the perfect touch was Bette’s phone call at the very end. I can just imagine her rant of epithets spewing forth like lava from a volcano. Or green pea soup from the mouth of Linda Blair in “The Exorcist”. In the flashbacks, you captured the carnality, the love, the very essence of their sexual relationship. They devoured each other. They are both generous lovers and enjoy being totally consumed by and w/each other.

    4. Thanks for giving us an insight in Tina’s work. I have always wondered what she thought of Jenny’s novel and how embarrassed she must have been having her most intimate details of her life made into a movie. You have an incredible talent for penning delightful and romantic meetings of the heart and soul and this chapter didn’t disappoint. It is great to see Tina recalling Bette’s tongue tales from the recipient point of view. Hmm…Henry’s not satisfying her anymore?

    8. BB…Thx my favorite writer… Last post clearly forgotten. What a storyteller you and Tina. So erotic. Kept me mesmerized and deeply engrossed……another page turner….great work, BB….anticipating your next post….

    9. Well, well, well…. That wasn’t what I expected but you were divine once again in writing the words in such a way that it revealed Tina’s inner thoughts on so many things, her work, her Bette and her intimacy with the woman she loves and why. Excellent journey to discovery with Tina and that famous tongue. Everything seems to fall into place perfectly and the words create just enough so our minds have to fill in a few details, but once again, your writing is extraordinary! Thanks so enjoyed the read!

    10. Blackbird…. you’re really torturing me on 3 reasons in this story…one, the most intense “out of my heavy breath” reading on Tina on her memories and the art Bette done on her breastfeeding with Bette, in her sexual mood. 2) i just laughed so hard on Tina on her vibrator and how she doesn’t know how to use it from the beginning. 3) the loveable sexual pic of tina and tina/bette. you nailed this one.

    12. I had to stop several times just to get to the ending, for crying outline that was too much in one chapter, I cant stand it much longer these two so fucking seductive in their narrations and very detailed that its unbearable to only be allowed to imagine it and not feel it lol…I need tibette in full force again soon its breaking my heart

    13. While thinking about a new story for my Season 7 timeline, Touch Tones, I did a nice rewrite and polish on this erotic story from Tina’s POV. As you reread this, I hope you’ll comment to refresh it in other reader’s minds. It’s the first story of this type I’d ever attempted to write and I’m pleased with the way it came out, especially with my rewrite. The story that follows “Date with Myself” is titled “The Thirteenth Floor”. In it Bette lets her inner weird and we discover her inner motivations and the pain that led, in part, to her life changing decision to sleep with Candace.

      Date With Myself is full of Tina’s ghosts and erotic moments.

      Please enjoy,
      Blackbird

    14. What a Rewrite BB, so enjoyed it and look forward to reminding myself of the other stories in this series.

      Look forward to more of Season 7 stories also.

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