"I’m fine. How are you?" "I’m well, actually. I’m supposed to be meeting Shane and Alice for a girl’s night out. What brings you here?" A very good question to which there is no clear answer. One answer is I’ve completely lost my mind and given my sanity and free will to a woman I despised. Another is I’ve given my deepest, darkest desires with the skill and imagination to make them a very intense reality. I settle for the third option which better fits our current situation. "I’m meeting a friend". Right on cue, I hear your sultry voice in m ear. "Hello, Bette. It’s time for the second part of our little game to begin. As inconspicuously as possible, I want you to look to you left," I slowly crane my head to my left as Tina continues to rattle on about work, "That’s a good girl. Now, do you that fetching young lady in the black leather pants and striped t-shirt? Apparently no account for fashion". I see her, swaying to the beat, blonde hair whipping by. "I see you spotted her rather easily. Always was a sucker for blondes, weren’t you, Bette? Well I want you to walk over there and offer our fine contestant a dance," And with that, she was gone. Excuse, me Tina," I interrupt, "I just spotted my friend," I say as I leave the table without another word. As soon as I step foot on the dance floor, I feel as if I have suddenly been placed in the middle of an arena. Spectators dance around me, seemingly oblivious to the world as I stalk towards my opponent. Without a word, I slide swiftly behind her and place my hands on slim hips. A gasp is the only acknowledgment I receive as she begins grinding herself into me in wide circles. The beat changes to something much more tribal and I accommodate the beat change by making the intervals of bodies, smaller, more controlled. The addition of my minute thrusts makes her reach for my hand and her pulse quicken.

   Tina’s eyes cannot leave the scene playing out in front of her. Here is Bette, the once love of her life now on her way to being her friend, grinding on some girl that she’s sure Bette has never met before in her life. "Hey, Tina! Tina?" Not getting a response, Alice follows her line of vision  and feels the weight of her jaw dropping. "Is that Porter!?"