During their makeout session, Bette and Tina held each other, attempting to trade positions.

Bette: Wait … ah! (Having slipped ontop of Tina again.)

Tina: (Laughing at Bette’s sad attempts.) I think we should stop kissing for a second while we switch.

     Suddenly, they heard the phone ring.

Tina: Wait. (Pulling away from Bette’s wet lips as she looked towards the door.)

     Bette just persisted in kissing Tina’s neck as her head was turned. She felt the hot bath water on Tina’s neck, moving her tongue in circles along it.

Tina: W-w- (trying to gather her self control.) Wait. (Getting even more turned on.) Bette. We have to get that.

Bette: Not a chance. (Smiling at Tina as she continued to kiss Tina’s neck, moving down to her chest.)

Tina: B- uhh! Bette! (Grabbing Bette’s upper arms.) What if it’s about Angie?

Bette: (Looking disappointed when she realizes she could be.) Shit. (Smiling back up at Tina.) I’ll get it.

     Quickly, Bette grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around herself, tucking it in above her chest. The towel covered only her upper thighs, leaving the rest of her legs in plain view. Tina stared at Bette as she ran carefully out of the bathroom. Tina decided to meet her outside instead of making her come back in. In the hall, Tina saw Bette talking on the phone.

Bette: What is it, Kit? (Pause.) Why do you need to drop her off? (Pause.) Well, I guess, but- (Pause.) Why didn’t you give us more warning? (Sounding angry.) Fuck. Okay, bye. (Hangs up.)

     Tina made her way behind Bette as she ended the phone call, not knowing what it was even about. As Bette put the phone down, Tina wrapped her arms around Bette’s waist.

Bette: No, T. We can’t right now. Angie’s coming in. (Rubbing her temples in frustration.) Kit didn’t even give us any warning.

Tina: What? Now?! (Letting go of her hold on Bette.)

     Suddenly the door swung opened and Angie came running in.

Angelica: Mommas! (Hugging both Tina and Bette simultaneously.)

Bette: Baby! (Smiling down at Angie.)

Angelica: Why are you both wearing towels? (Looking up to Tina and Bette in curiosity.)

Tina: We-we, uh … we were washing all of our clothes.

Angelica: You don’t have any clothes to wear? (Looking vaguely concerned.)