The next few days were agonizing. Of course she wouldnt admit this to herself. Bette Porter did not have time for agony. Earlier after pocketing Tinas earring Bette sat down opposite and made conversation with the art critic sitting opposite herself. Not once did she look at Tina who was only two seats down on the opposite side also. It was very hard to do but Bette didnt want to give Tina the impression that she was slobbering all over her. Especially after almost doing just that a few minutes earlier. It was extremely hard in fact and Bette felt her concentration ebbing until she finally turned her head and looked at her. Gold hair, the sheen of it excited Bette.she had never been this affected by someones hair before. Look at her arms, so smooth and you can see that triceps line so *****, look at her neck the arch of itBette looked lower, and o god her *****, and her eyebrows so perfect. Bette looked a little lower and realized Tina was looking at her. A flush of red blotched Tinas neck again and she looked down at her plate, picking up a piece of chicken and eating it. Bette had the most intense expression on her face when she was gazing at Tina; she must have been weirded out by it. Bette cursed herself. This was not the way to go about this. Not the way. And should she return the earring? Should she? The player in Bette knew the answer to that. One could be smooth and give it back but then Tina would disappear from her life, and calling her up would be desperate. No the player in Bette told her that Tina would soon notice her missing earring, it was expensive and would be sought after, Tina would call the gallery after a fruitless search. Then Bette would have her where she wanted her. Bette smiled to herself.perfect. The fact that Tina was straight did not even occur to her at that moment; Bette was too caught up in the chase to even think about it, even though in the beginning that was the whole reason for getting Tina. She couldnt even think about the conversation she was holding. Catching herself Bette answered the critics lingering question. Over the course of dinner Bette refused her head the aching need to turn and look at Tina. On the other hand she could feel Tina looking at her. Bette had excellent peripheral vision and could catch the movement of Tinas head turning to glance quickly at Bette. A puffy sort of pride surged through Bette and she held her head a little higher, letting the light catch the shine in her black hair. YesBette would let Tina come to her.