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    A Slow Dance – Chapter 7

    Story written on September 2, 2005 by illuminatigoddess.
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    A little jazz

    Tina pulled out the letter and unfolded it. She read the script:

    Tina,

    Meet me downstairs at five o’clock.

    Bette

    Tina’s brow creased in confusion. What was Bette up to? No matter how connected she felt to the woman, in actuality she hardly knew her. Tina looked at her watch and realized she had an hour before she was to make her appearance downstairs. She decided to take that time and make the most of it. Or at least try to.

    After forty five minutes, Tina decided was not going to be able concentrate, as her mind was constantly drifting off to the note and what Bette could be planning. She decided to put down her work, seeing as the hour was almost up, and head downstairs. She gathered her things and pressed the down arrow next to the elevator once she was in front of it.

    She entered the elevator, immediately pulling out her mirror. Tina pressed ‘G’ and opened the compact. Thankfully, everything was still in place. She straightened the black cotton blouse she wore and looked around the spacious elevator. Tina laughed aloud when she heard Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong playing over the speaker system, singing about a fine romance.

    As the elevator came to a halt and the doors parted, Tina walked out, surveying the lobby for any sign of Bette. She walked over to the front desk to ask the security guard if he had seen an attractive brunette when she caught a slight movement in the corner of her eye. She glanced over and stopped in her tracks.

    Tina saw Bette standing in front of a large stained glass abstract, staring at her intently.

    Bette studied the woman who stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby, immediately recognizing Tina. She stood in front of the sculpture she was idly scrutinizing before and smiled softly. When Tina turned and stopped, Bette took the time to take her in completely. The soft curves, the way the V of her blouse accented her jaw line that was framed by wisps of wavy blonde hair, the way her skirt clung to her just enough to tell the casual observer that underneath the clothes, Tina had every right to walk the way she did, with confidence and wonderful grace. Bette unconsciously moistened her lips as her eyes made their way over Tina slowly.

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    1. wow goddess that was beautiful. has me wanting more. not bad for a kid. really just kidding. dont hurt me, k. just playing. you have quite a knack for getting me to feel the emotions between these two. do it when you can again.

    3. Goodness gracious young lady, you are a wonderful writer for one so young. This is the only chapter of this story that I have read. Now I must go back and start at the beginning. Please post soon. Keep this going please.

    7. OMG! Would someone please dance with me? You’ve got me wanting to pull out some jazz and pine the night away!! Dreamy, so dreamy!

      You can apply the temperamental adjective if you please, but it doesn’t diminish the talent or how grandly it displays itself. You won’t tire of my compliments, will you? Because I just really adore placing them in your worthy ears. I hope I live long enough to own a copy of your first published work. I want a first edition to cherish, please.

      I also understand the creativity coming from depression. Unfortunately, that’s oftentimes the process.

      And Right On!! Perfect explanation of why the word lesbian sucks. I concur 150%.

      I’m anxious for more of your exceptional prose!!

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