She said as she disappeared into the closet undressing.

What Harmony was thinking and what you said unfortunately were two different things.

Harmony:  Five days?  That’s not too bad.  This is a great opportunity for you honey.

“FIVE DAYS?!”  OOpppps!

Bette emerged from the closet with a look of sheer confusion on her face.  She had never really heard Harmony raise her voice over more then just an exclamation.  She had practically yelled her last statement.  The look on her face showed she had shocked herself a little bit as well.  Even MJ stopped playing with his ball for a second to look up at his owner.  Bette and Harmony stood on opposite sides of the room looking at each other.

Bette:  “Is that a problem firecracker?”

Harmony paused for a second so she was sure that what she thought and what she said coincided.

Harmony:  Damn straight it’s a problem!  ”No, its no problem.  This is a great opportunity for you.  It would be selfish of me to stand in the way of that.” Ffhhewww!

Bette walked over to her and smiled.  She looked deep into her eyes.

Bette:  “I love you.”

Harmony:  “Of this I’m sure.”

Bette leaned in and captured Harmony’s lips in a kiss.

Bette:  “The way I see it we have 2 whole days to be with each other.  What do you say we make the best of them?”

Bette pushed Harmony onto the bed and straddled her placing hot kisses on her neck and chest as she undressed her.  Harmony lay on her back looking at the ceiling.  She couldn’t say no to that.  So she closed her eyes tightly and pushed her feelings to the back of her mind.  Hard as she tried she couldn’t shake the looming of impending doom.

Bette sat at her last meeting of the evening.  One of the university professors was reviewing slides from one of the classes being given so that the visiting professors could review them and critique them.  She sat and closely studied the slides of the impressionist paintings.  Those being her favorite.  The slow talking and equally as slow moving professor droned on and on.  She wondered to herself how someone could make something that interested her so much so boring.  He clicked the projector switch again and it landed on slide of a painting that abstractly depicted a beautiful nude woman, her body contorted in a rather uncomfortable yet visually arousing position.  As Bette let her eyes roam over the woman’s curves she allowed her mind to wander for a second.  Her mind immediately lead her to some similar curves that she was more familiar with.  The memory coming full force gave Bette no opportunity to thwart them.