Tina kept on entering Bette’s mind as the conversation drolled on..legal shit…blah blah….usual bitter banter. All Bette wanted to do was call her woman up. ‘Her woman’…man…guess Tina really was her woman. Bette drifted, watching Paxton’s mouth and thinking about how to woo Tina. She didn’t want to look it up on the internet and she didn’t want to be the ‘man’…she hoped all that shit about ‘who wore the pants’ in lesbo relationships was bullshit, or mostly bullshit. Even though Bette could kick the shit out of any bitch she still liked her femininity. What to do…Bette felt her chest leap, lightness..thinking about what to do. then she had a great idea. Fuck the movie and dinner…Bette wanted to take Tina to an Improv show downtown then maybe a slice of pizza…or she would think of something. Yeah…humor..Bette really needed to laugh. And she usually went to see those, they played regularly once a week. People came all over to see these talented people. Bette felt a grin creep onto her face, she should make something for her…a poem? No she sucked at poetry…flowers?..too cliche..mm… YES!! Bette would write out a poem by an actual poet..a really good one. Bette grinned even more, don’t be too dramatic..but sweep her off those feet. Bette couldn’t help but think about all those times where she really did sweep Tina off her feet…into her bed. Bette grinned even more.

“Helllloo?”  Bette snapped out of it. She apologized, asking what her ex said. Paxton had a look of disgust on his face, he looked like he was going to say something about the affair…they had been avoiding that…and Bette steeled herself. But he didn’t, only looked down at his water and swallowed. Bette felt sorry for him, she reached across the table and touched his hand. That hand was so familiar, that hand had touched her, caressed her, soothed her, made her cum., she had licked her cum off those fingers. But Paxton whipped his hand away like she was the crypt-keeper. Bette felt  herself get angry..”stop acting like a fucking pussy”. As soon as the words came out of her mouth Bette knew it was the wrong thing to say…it was a mean thing to say, she was being a bitch again. It was so easy for Bette to be a bitch. So much harder to be decent, she should be decent…she was the one who fucked up and fucked around…not him. Bette didn’t know what to say..Paxton did though, he leaned forward and whispered..”I bet your licking that slutty neighbor’s pussy aren’t you? I love you..i’ll never stop loving you…I just don’t ever want to see you again”. And with that Paxton left. Bette exhaled slowly and held her hands on her head.

On the way out of the restaurant Bette called Tina, she didn’t know the ‘meeting’ would go so badly. why did she have to have such a big mouth sometimes? Why can’t she just shut the fuck up and pretend to listen. Bette walked down the steps and got in her car, hearing the phone ringing and ringing and ringing…Bette felt her heart beat fast. Everytime she called Tina her chest always hurt…it had been a very long time since a person could do that to her. “Hi Bette!”   “Hey…did I interrupt something?”  “no no I was on my break and I didn’t hear the phone ring right away…how’re u..we still going out tonight?”   “Yea baby (Bette cringed at that, did she just call Tina BABY!) I’m taking you somewhere”  “Where?”   “Surprise”    “is something wrong? you sound kind of down…or pissed”   “The lunch with Paxton went badly…..feeling bruised”   “Aw…come over later and I” make you feel better”

pause.

Then Tina started laughing and Bette giggling….they sounded so mushy! Bette said through tears that it was like she was a teenager again. Bette felt like she could never be angry with Tina again, that their quarrels before just vanished. Little did she know.  But where there was real passion that inevitably came along.

TBC