Bette

It’s been a long time since we last talked to each other about anything else than Angie. Tina and I have focused on being good parents to our now three years old daughter. But lately, things have been kind of weird between us.

I don’t really know if I could explain it. We touch each other so much often than we used to and even if we quickly step back it looks like we can’t restrain ourselves to do it. She called me half an hour ago, asking me to join her her for a talk and drink at The Planet while Kit and Angus were taking care of Angie.

So, here I am, I just won an exhausting battle against my wardrobe to find an appropriate outfit and I am riding to the Planet to meet the woman that still rules my heart after all those years.

Tina

I don’t really know what has gotten into me, asking her to join me for a talk, pretending that we would be having a drink. Well I do know. I left Henry two weeks ago and she doesn’t know about that. I left him because I found out that no matter what happened between us, I still love her. And she doesn’t have a single clue about that neither.

I can’t help myself lately. I need to see her, to hear her voice, to feel her near me. I guess I am a Bette Porter addict. We are a big community. I don’t know exactly how many women landed up in her bed since I left her because we never really talked about that and Angie has never said anyhing about another woman. I’ll try and have a guess on a few dozens. She’s probably back to her "Lesbian goddess of WeHo" self.

I know I have no right to, but I feel kind of jealous thinking about other women’s hand on her, other women tasting her, feeling the softness of her skin. I’m scared too. What if she met another woman? What if she doesn’t want me to be anything else than her daughter’s other mother? I really fucked up things by wanting to act on my "feelings" about men. Now I know why I did this. I wanted to punish her. To make her mad.