Bette was a good hostess. The guests could attest to that. Her dinner was at the gallery of course and included such prominents as art critics, artists and of course some reporters for Erics benefit. Speaking of which Bette got up again and looked over the stair leading up from the entrance, he was late. She sat back down then got up again. Walking over to Alice she smiledshe was one of Bettes few exes who really did get under her skin. That is until they actually stopped ***** and interacted like normal people; both knew it wasnt going to go anywhere so they remained friends. This was something Bette normally did not do. Usually when she saw one of her conquests Bette would cringe inside and always find something wrong with them. Like at Milk when she hadnt drunk anything, sitting with her friends, and one of those women walked by and winked at Bette. Bette would smile but turn away; she never slept with the same person if she could help it. And Bette would always find something wrong with them anyway. If they were slender she would think them too skinny, curvy then too fat etc, Bette wasnt this judgmental but it was a little mantra she said to herself to make her feel better. One time she took home a really curvy woman; she never did before and felt adventurous that night. Bette blushed at the thought; she spent the entire night ***** her brains out. Most of the time though Bette thought them too young. It was known that Bette was thirty but the women she took home most of the time werebabies. Not literally but most were sexually inexperienced and Bette wondered how they got into Milk in the first place. However the young ones can be really fun, if youre like Bette who prides herself in giving them the best ***** they ever had. And secretly, though she did admit to herself, she liked the idea of deflowering. Something that did occur and that Bette considered a special conquest. Sometimes Bette felt bad, and sometimes Bette thought would she ever find someone remotely likeable? However as soon as the preposterous idea entered her head Bette dismissed it right away. She was too busy; she was an important and powerful woman who could not be tied down. Thats right. Bette Porter could not be domesticated into some housewife or even some breadwinner, anyway she like being alone at home. It gave her space, breathing room, and even though sometimes just sometimes Bette turned around in bed and touched the other pillow. She didnt need anyone.