Tina answered that it was, then started to try and broach the next subject gently, “Can I ask you a question?  It’s really silly, but, I gotta ask someone, and you’re the only one I can fathom asking.”

            “Of course,” said Bette kicking off her sandals, picking them up and easing her toes into the sand, then heading over to the water.  It really was gorgeous here, the wind was warm, the people waved hello, even if they didn’t know you, and Bette felt like she was at home.

            “You’ve always…  Ummm, dated younger women…”

            “Yeah, I guess,” said Bette softly trying to figure out where the hell this conversation was going was this about Amy?  “Who is this about?  Who do you have an eye on?”

            Tina blushed brightly, her cheeks burning, sitting on the edge of the bed, “It doesn’t matter, oh never mind, forget I brought it up.”

            “No, no, no, please ask me; just tell me, you’ve got me intrigued, who are you setting your sights on?”

            “No one, forget it,” repeated Tina pulling the sheet up over her face.

            “Tee, please…”

            A long sigh and Bette waited, not badgering, giving Tina time to feel comfortable, finally, “All right, yes, there is a woman, and well, I’m fucking exhausted.”

            “Wait, you’ve slept with her already?” asked Bette stopping short of the water, absolutely stunned.  Tina, who’d never been the sexual aggressive one, or the one that would jump into bed at the drop of a hat, had just said that she was sleeping with two people at the same time.  Whoever this younger woman was, and Amy Astin. 

            “Yeah, and I’m worn out, I swear if this is the pace of a younger woman, how the hell do you keep up with Jo?” asked Tina with a laugh.  “Actually, I’m not sure what’s going on, I don’t know if it’s just sex or more.”

            “Who is this person?” asked Bette.  “Tell me, please?”

            “No.”

            “Joss, you are sleeping with that hot dimpled director?  She’s almost as hot as her wife, the actress?  Please, don’t tell me that you are sleeping with her?” asked Bette.