Yes we do need to talk, but neither of us have any time Trix. These kind of things just get sweeped under the carpet and usually reappear at very inappropriate moments.

Bette glanced at me, smiling supportively.

Dont worry well sort this whole thing out, trust me when Millie finds out youre going to LA with her, shell forget this entire evening even took place.

I shook my head, Bette Porters highly recommended powers of persuasion doing nothing to ease my worried mind or troubled head. Noticing my distress Bette did something which, maybe I was being a prude, but I considered as very impertinent. She placed her hand on my leg and gave my thigh a squeeze.

I mean it Trix, Millie knows how lucky she is to have the love of a woman like you, shes just getting back at me for what I did with her sister.

I wasn’t listening, all I could do was feel her hand against my leg, the warmth seeping through the material of my trousers to heat the skin underneath. How was I supposed to read signals from a woman, I had never had to think about it before. Where was the line drawn between being friendly and unashamedly flirting? The line hadn’t seemed to exist with Millie and I because the feeling of attraction had been mutual. Something which both of us had been experiencing at the exact same moment in time.

I shifted beneath the touch of Ms Porter. But she didn’t move her hand, I was beginning to wonder whether it was so much of a supportive touch or something with more of a hidden meaning behind it. Thoughts of Tina kept flashing through my mind, the way she looked at Bette and the tiny signs of affection that ran so much deeper than what we could see on the outside. Guilt, spread like an infection through my body, multiplying and replicating; humming like an electric current from Bettes deficient digits.

I maybe out of line in saying this Trix, but you remind me so much of Tina.

Yeah, I remember you saying before Bette. I said, trying to get across the message of unease from the tone of my voice.