Her words move me, I feel tears in the corner of my eye. “That’s… that’s true, I mean, I feel the same, but that’s how things are now. We have been together yet apart for such a long time, and now we’re finally together… and I don’t know, maybe things are going too fast?”

“If I do anything you don’t like, if you ever think things are going too fast, I need you to tell me. If I make any kind of mistake, hurt you in any way, you have to tell me so I can fix it and bear it in mind.”

“I promise I’ll do that.”

“Good. Because I don’t plan on breaking up with you soon. I’d rather die and go to hell.”

“Because the girls there wear bikini’s and you get to eat barbecue every day?”

Bette smiles. “The only one I wanna see in a bikini is soon.”

“Oh really, and would you like a picture of that as well?”

“A calendar will do.”

I laugh. “Not a tad bit too demanding?”

“Never.” She kisses my nose. “But do you mean that?”

“Do I mean what?”

“About those pictures of you in bikini?”

“You’d never study again.”

“Why – Ms Kennard – you seem quite sure of how you look in a bikini.”

“That’s Mrs Porter to you and I do think I would look quite appealing to you.”

“Really?”

“What?”

“Mrs Porter. Sounds good. Tina Porter and Bette Kennard?”

“Or Tina and Bette Kennard-Porter.”

“Does have a ring to it.”

“Okay, that’s settled then.”

“What’s settled?”

“We’re gonna marry and have a bunch of kids. We can have twice as much kids, we’re both women.”

“Who said I wanna carry a child?”

“You don’t.”

“I’d much rather take care of you and a huge tummy.”

“So that means you still love me if I’m fat?”

“I still love you if you weigh 550 lbs, have long, clitty grey hair and no teeth.”

“Ew-Bette – I’ll never be like that.”

“Lucky me.”

“Promise me you won’t turn into something like that either.”

She lets out a laugh. “Wouldn’t that be someone? I promise, baby.”

“Thanks.”

I snuggle up closer to her and she holds me.

“I really really really really really don’t wanna go home,” I pout.

“You really really really really really sound like a kid that has to leave an amusement park.”

I look Bette’s body up and down. “That quite describes it – only am I not a kid but a very adult human being.”

“A horny teenager?”

“Yeah – do you mind?”

“Not at all.”

We make love again and again until we’re exhausted. I seriously consider telling my mother to go fuck herself and by the way, I’m gonna live with Bette and she’s never gonna turn into someone like you.