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Two To Tango Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Bette & Tina’s Manhattan Penthouse Building-(Outside Main Entrance, Night Continues)
It fills her mocha body up with so many arrays of emotions. Yet left with so many scattered tear droplets, it all touches her, so profoundly. “Hi. I’m Tina Kennard.” The angelic voice resounds as those tears spill all over such an exquisite complexion of perfection. These hands interlaced with hers as Tina Kennard recalls sweet memories of that very magical first night.
“I won’t bite you.” Porter gasps nervously, those eyes full of wonder and mystery. “I mean unless you’d like me too?” Ms. Kennard then giggles wildly after such a joke. In response Porter stiffens up a little in fears. “I shouldn’t be here. This whole idea is stupid. It’s just stupid. Jack and I will go. I just need to find his room…” Suddenly, tender hands gripped onto hers softly.
“OH! I see. I see. I didn’t peg you Ma’am for a quitter. I suggest you let me teach you Mrs. Porter OK?” Tina swiftly turned her around as their breaths were indeed labored. A few tears fall as they were both near panting. Those brown orbs looked at her with such defeat. Hazel looked at her sympathetically. “Why? Why are you so damn afraid?” This dancestress questions as Porter loosens her grasp again.
“OK. I will stay, you win. I’ll do it only for charity.” Bette retorts as Kennard triumphantly smiles in return in victorious manners. It causes a jolt of jitters to shimmer down Porter’s spine. It spurs such an array of thoughts and yet electrified why she had to stay indeed. “If I go, I won’t figure out why, it scares me to be here, and yet. If I stay, I am afraid of what I might figure out also.” Little tear droplets found her neckline as Tina spoke softly, in a raspy tone of voice. “I get a little sentimental too babe.” Those sprinkles of girlish tears overflows, Porter’s tear stricken face.
“GAH look at me Tee, I am a mess and it’s all because of little old you.” Her misty eyed demeanor raises an array of questions to her future wife. “I am sorry what?” Porter sighs as Tee raises again an eyebrow and brought those pouty lips closer and closer to her ready lips.


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