Okay, the goal for this meeting is to find some clarity. Bette swallowed hard and settled deeper into the plush sofa. She was in the reception room of one Dr. Eileen Morga, a psychologist profiled recently on Alice’s Top Lesbian 10 Shrinks in West Hollywood. It was 10 in the morning, the time she usually reserved for visiting smaller art galleries in order to scope out new talent. However, she had decided that morning, right after her run with Tina, that she would not work on discovering herself, first. She owed it to herself. She owed it to Tina.

"Ms. Bette Porter?" the secretary smiled at her kindly, "Dr. Morga will see you now."

Alrighty then. Bette stood and strode into the doctor’s office. She was feeling her usual cocktail of apprehension and insecurity, but now it was adulterated with a dash of hope. Hope that somehow this consultation would finally give her a clue as to what direction to take. She’s been feeling so lost for so long…

"Ms. Porter? Hi. Please take a seat." Dr. Morga was a woman who looked to be in her 50′s. She was wearing a serene expression on her face, at odds with the wildly clashing colorfully printed shirt-and-slacks ensemble she was wearing. Bette had to pause for a minute before schooling her expression into one that did not reflect her shock.

What the-? This woman in a purple and pink button-down that looked to be a remnant from the 80′s was THE Dr. Eileen Morgan profiled by E! True Hollywood Stories as the Celebrity Shrink to the Shrinks? Was that a popped collar? Oh my God… Bette felt a sinking feeling dilute her earlier hope-infused emotions.

"I’d like you to sit here, if you please."

Bette mentally scratched her head. She knew from past experience that shrinks never told you to sit anywhere. They let you decide… didn’t they?

When she saw the doctor’s patient smile, she hurried to comply. She sat in the indicated seat, directly across Dr. Morga’s comfortable reclining couch. The chair was neither comfortable nor reclining. It was not even padded; the hard wood immediately making Bette miss the couch from reception. She surreptitiously looked around the office and spotted several chairs, couches, recliners, and even a beanbag. She wished she could have sat in that one! She had a wayward wish to relive her college dorm room, with its lime green beanbag and Erika Eleniak pin-up. She had literally spent hours lounging in that beanbag, poring over textbooks and doodling breasts in her sketchpad.