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    Interesting Curves 2 (formerly Untitled 2)

    On the drive towrads home Tina chastised herself for heading to the bar. Of course Bette Porter had invited her. Hadn’t she show herself to be an easy mark at the art gallery, letting Bette kiss her? And again, tonight, the dancing?

     

    The dancing that she had to admit left her feeling tingles in several places that generally did not tingle in anyone else’s company. Not even Eric’s.

     

    But all of that was beside the point. What was important to remember where Bette Porter fell in the whole food chain. At the top. The penultimate predator.

     

    Smart, Tina. Setting yourself up to be one more notch on the bedpost of Bette Porter.

     

    Yet, there was Bette. Dancing with Bette.

     

    During the dance it felt like it was just the two of them. The rest of the world had fallen away.

     

    As Tina again ran through the myriad of questions for herself about why she had gone to the club. Questions about why did she think she was anything but straight? She told herself all the things that she thought she should say. Things that would allow her to maintain her status quo.

     

    One outlying factor kept creeping in to the debate, though. One factor that could not be easily dismissed.

     

    Bette Porter.

     

    Straight or not, Tina could not find a way to explain away the affect that Bette Porter had on her body, and on her heart.

     

    Upset, Tina pulled into the parking lot of a diner. She figured she’d have some coffee, maybe some pie. Some sort of comfort food to help her relax before she completed the drive home.

     

    # # #

     

    “Hey Porter, you made it. Want a drink?”

     

    “Yeah.” Bette took a seat at the table.

     

    “What?”

     

    Bette sat at the table, quiet, her thoughts still focused on the encounter that had just occurred outside the club.

     

    “Hey, Earth to Porter.”

     

    “What, Alice?” Bette snapped.

     

    “I just offered to get you a drink. What do you want?”

     

    Bette knew what she wanted. She wanted the blonde who had just run from her as if she were the devil incarnate. Why the hell had she thought that inviting Tina here would be a good idea? Why didn’t she invite Tina somewhere nice, in the daytime? Somewhere where they could talk?

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    Comments

    1. Alice and her mouth should get closely acquainted with a thing called discretion. Then again, upon meeting, Alice’s mouth would likely still be running, and not in a good way. I hope whoever is waiting chez Tina doesn’t upset the delicate balance even further… Thanks for the post, pseud.

    2. I’m torn here. I wish you didn’t have all the tension, but I am glad you are writing for us. It’s really ok to not have the tension and still write for us. Really..

    3. Of course we want more, you really don’t have to ask. Bette couldn’t have beat her home so it has to be Eric that’s let himself into her apt. I would take back the key. After all, she does not want him there if Bette will be coming by, which is something she wants but is still not sure about. PPS

    4. Sorry you’ve been stressed but loving that your writing. Maybe Tina left the door unlocked and its Bette. Please don’t let it be Eric. Bette could have talked to the manager to let her in.

    5. Yeah, maybe inviting the ‘straight’ girl to the heart of Lesberia for a first date (I almost typed ‘fist’ date!) wasn’t the smartest move. But coop, if the landlord let people into MY apartment, I’d be suing for major money.

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