It was six weeks into the semester and Bette was really enjoying her time away from Melvin. She loved her new found freedom and was making the most of her college experience. Bette had joined the ***** Alliance, UCLAs LGBT group and was quickly making friends in the both the organization and with students in her classes. Despite Bettes boldness and daring nature, she still didnt feel comfortable discussing her undefined sexuality with Tina. Tina seemed so shy and so straight and Bette didnt want to frighten her. They were becoming good friends and Bette didnt want to jinx anything. So, she attended meetings and events with her new ***** Alliance friends somewhat surreptitiously.

Bettes second social outlet was the Art History Undergraduate Student Association or AHUSA. She was an art history major herself and this group helped her figure out which classes she should probably take in the future and which professors offered the most benefit. Bette had also found students that had the same love and appreciation for art that she had. Bette had really connected with one of those students in particular. Another freshman female named Sidney Davis. Sidney, like Tina had shoulder length blond hair. She also had deep, penetrating blue eyes, a gentle disposition, a delectably petite frame, and a smile that Bette had come to live for. The two had met a group of AHUSA students at a local caf and were discussing the influence of postmodernism on the modern appreciation of renaissance art. Sidney and Bette sat enthralled in their discussion, oblivious to the fact that most of the group had dispersed and they were engaged in a world all their own. When the lights dimmed, hinting that it was closing time, the two of them burst into laughter, realizing just how caught up they had been.

They made it outside and started walking towards their dorms. Bette and Tina were roommates in Hedrick Hall. Sidney lived nearby in a triple in Rieber. They were both all smiles and Bette said Wow. I cant believe we talked for 3 hours straight. That must be some kind of record.

Its definitely a record for me, said Sidney. Her voice softened and she looked for Bettes eyes. I had a good time tonight.