Bette sat at the table and put the books there, went into the kitchen where the kettle was whistling. Tina was by the bookcase looking at the books, touching the spines and sometimes taking one out and flipping through them. Bette watched her as she held the two cups by the dining threshold. Tina was wearing a cashmere sweater with some blouse underneath and beige pants. Very classy. Very fitting to her figure. Bette took a sip of tea and burned her tongue. “YOWWW FUUUUCK!!” Tina jumped and turned around. Bette was by the sink running cold water on her tongue. Tina came over and touched her back trying not to laugh…”Are you ok? Dayum” Bette cursed and laughed and cursed again. “Im fine, it just got the tip”. She hadned Tina ac up and they went back into the dining room. Bette eyed the books, very interesting. She picked them up and flipped through them. Tina told her about the…one was on circus animals lives…photography. Bette really liked that one. Very sad. Then Tina gently inquired to Bette about her well-being. “Well……i don’t know… im really selfish i have to tell you..see how many I’s i use.haha but ya know, just stuck just really ***** stuck” Tina nodded, she tooka  sip…”There have been so many times where i’ve felt stuck too, that life is so hard but so easy that we always ***** it up, we always ***** things up, but i find as you get older you know yourself more…..”  Bette nodded..”Do you know yourself” Tina cocked her head looking at Bette, Bette looked back down intoh er tea. “Well, i wouldn’t say i know myself completely, but there are definetly some things that don’t bother me as much”  Bette sipped her tea again, wincing a little at her burn…”Are you still with Brian?”   “Jesus no, i broke it off that day! He was So ANNOYING!”  Bette flung her head back and guffawed, just the way Tina said that. So funny. They didn’t talk much after that. Mostly sipping tea and looking at the books. Then Bette slipped the C.D into the stereo. Tina said it was relaxing music, you know…perfect for down-time. Bette liked it. The tunes were more like for *****. Kruder and Dorfmeister’s Sofa Rockers, Wild strawberrie’s “Blunt”, fundamental’s “serve it”, aphex twin’s girl/boy song. All smooth…all good. They were now on the couch, gone from tea to wine. Both had to make two bathroom breaks from all the damn liquid. Bette felt her head get light from the wine, but she made sure she diluted it lots with water. Tina had the faintest patch of red on her cheeks, making her look alive and attractive. Maybe it was the wine or the music or her confusion….but Bette felt herself become wet just looking at Tina’s neck….she felt herself become transported. Utterly gonef rom this world. She had never felt this way before. About anyone. It was lust to be sure, or maybe it was just a really *****’ strong connection. Bette in her state, slightly drunk, didn’t care what Tina or anyone thought. She leaned in to kiss her. And she did.  Tina was in the middle of talking so Bette had her two lips around Tina’s upper one. Bette felt the shock of contact like lightning, it was searing. She felt the warmth spread to her entire face. Bette felt it to the tips of her toes. Tina was so soft, so…..so not like a man. But her sense came back a microsecond later. She pulled back. Astonished. Tina looked pale, shaking a little. Bette felt her head spin. Then panic set in, “omg im so sorry im so so so sorry, it’s the wine it’s totally the wine…..*****…im sorry……*****…i ruined it….*****” Bette got up and took her coat and left her own house. She didn’t even look at Tina.