Bette took another sip of scotch and her hand traveled down her abdomen as if guided by the invisible force. “Damn, I’m so horny,” Bette muttered softly. It’s been over two months since she had any physical connection with her lover. Her hand kept moving while she imagined Tina’s hands down there, touching, caressing, loving her the only way Tina would.

There was no use to pretend it was anything more than a physical release because it could never compare to the real thing…the warm tongue, pleasuring fingers or the moist lips of a lover. Bette silently admitted that Tina was everything she ever wanted and more. She opened her eyes and moistened her lips as she sighed in relief. It was short, quick and not really satisfactory.

Bette sighed, knowing that images of Tina and their lovemaking will prevent her from sleeping tonight. She finished her drink and put the bottle away. She suddenly felt almost unbearable longing to see Tina, to touch her, to hear her voice. Her gaze felt on a stack of papers on her father’s desk and a slow smile formed on her lips, “Oh, that’s brilliant.”

Bette placed pristine piece of paper in front of her, closed her eyes for a moment and began writing, “My dearest Tina…”

Meanwhile, in another dimension

Place: Los Angeles, CA
Year: June 2006

As they finished dinner and went back to the living room, Tina noticed her purse she dropped on the floor.

“I totally forgot about the funeral article we’d found in the library,” Tina took the copy out of the purse, skimmed through and gasped, “Oh my God, it’s not Katie’s funeral. It’s Bette’s father.”

“Oh no, Melvin died? I’m so relieved it wasn’t Katie but what happened?” Alice asked with concern.

“It’s not Melvin…it’s Bette’s real father, George Carter,” Tina frowned, looking at the article. “Let me read.”

‘Even though a lot of people participated, at the end only the immediate family members were left to mourn the departure of Melvin Porter’s dearest friend. It was a very emotional but peaceful occasion and all the parties present were comforted by the belief that George Washington Carter went back to his heavenly home to rest with his creator.

And then, an unusual occurrence happened that caused a slight commotion when a tall and slender figure, clothed in a black cloak that covered the face, appeared at the cemetery. That mystery person was first noticed by your humble servant as he or she was watching the ceremony from afar, standing by the tree as if in hiding. After a while, Elizabeth Porter was seen approaching the figure and having a long and serious conversation with the stranger.