Texting...

Beth thought about the text massages, and about the drunk slut who was sending them, and she stormed off to the office. She didn't think it was a good idea to get into bed with Brian right then, for safety reasons.
I don't care if it's his job. He doesn't fuck me, and when he does he's always too tired to do a good job. All so he can save himself for some slutty client? Her thoughts were wild and irrational, and she was too pissed off to care that they didn't quite make sense. She sat on the couch in the office, pulling up her phone and putting her feet up to rest them. He should be rubbing my feet right now, not dreaming of some cunt! She spun through her phone, checking Facebook and Twitter, and looking at YouTube, trying anything to calm herself down. And then, a text from "Kelly" interrupted the third cute dog video she was watching to settle down.

"Kelly": Hey it was really great to see you tonight
"Kelly": I had to run, a possble business opprtunity
Beth: at 1 am? Are you getting back into trouble already, Dennis?
"Kelly": no its not like that. Overnight security, guy needs someone who can look tough, doesnt care about my record
Beth: r u lying to me, Denny?
"Kelly": Hey. I may have hurt you, yelled at you, and left you all alone, but I never lied to you, baby

Reading 'baby' hurt a little. She was still mad at Brian, and time had softened Denny's more problematic qualities into fuzzy memories.
Beth: I'm not your baby anymore.... baby
"Kelly": I know. Old habits. Are you home?
Beth: yeah. Feet hurt. Wish someone was rubbing them
"Kelly": I miss your sexy feet. You know I would

Beth giggled. Denny's love of her feet bordered on foot fetish, but Beth didn't mind. She stretched out her legs on the couch and took a quick photo to send.

"Kelly": Ooh cute pedicure. And is that a tattoo? You didn't have that before
Beth: Yeah got it 6 months ago
Beth almost wrote "to celebrate my engagement," but she didn't. She didn't want Denny to know: maybe he wouldn't talk to her anymore, and she wanted him to talk to her...