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    What is love? Chapter 5, part 2


    PREVIOUSLY..

    Bette

    After Alice left, Bette decided to get a salad and some coffee and took the food back to her table. She began to eat quietly, thinking about Gillian and Tina and Myst when someone came up beside her..

    “Excuse me.”

    Bette looked up and saw this girlwomangirl.

    ………………………….

    The girl had a very pretty face and eyes, but was skinny with dark hair that was indescribable. It looked like it had been caught in an egg beater. Bette, who was no cook, didn’t exactly know what an egg beater was but she knew it could scramble things. The girl was holding a drink and a bowl of salad.

    “Yes?” said Bette looking up at her.

    “May I join you? I’m Shane” This was said in a low voice, ***** even if it wasn’t intended to be.

    She looked a little lonely and Bette felt a little lonely herself. Bette smiled at the girl and gestured for her to sit. Shane sat down and attacked her salad. Bette thought she seemed a bit too hungry.

    For a while Shane was silent and totally focused on the food. She finished quickly, took a drink of soda, smiled contentedly and turned her attention to Bette. “You are the most beautiful woman in West Hollywood.”

    She’s hitting on me, Bette thought with amazement and some delight. This must be my week for attracting young women. This one was definitely not as old as twenty-five.

    “Thank you,” Bette said with a genuine smile.

    “I’d like to go home with you tonight,” Shane said candidly with a level gaze.

    Her directness took Bette’s breath away. The kid was brazen, but respectful, kind.

    “You don’t even know my name,” chuckled Bette.

    “You’re Bette Porter. Everybody knows you.”

    “Are you asking to sleep with me because everybody knows me?” Bette asked.

    “Anybody would want to sleep with you. You’re the most attractive and exciting woman I’ve ever seen.” Shane said matter-of-factly.

    “I’m flattered.” Bette paused.

    “Oh, *****,” Shane said, before Bette could continue, “when someone says, ‘I’m flattered,’ you know you’re going to be shot down.”

    “I am flattered and that’s the most direct line I’ve heard in a long time, but it was good.”

    “Not good enough,” replied Shane

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