However for the next couple of days Bette had no time to pleasure herself or even others. Work was demanding, even though she really didnt need to work as she was; Bettes work ethic demanded it. She came home late and watched stupid TV showsimagining what Tinas inner thigh would smell like. Then one night the phone rang. Bette picked it up non-chalantly and gruntedEric was on the other end. He said that Tina was hosting a get-together and she invited Bette. She gripped the phone and couldnt answer till twenty seconds later. Yes she would gohell yeah. But upon hanging up Bette suddenly felt doubt. It was good that Tina was inviting her.but why didnt she call Bette herself? Maybe busy, busy with stuff. Insecurity fed upon her thoughts and Bette immediately got up and took out vanilla ice cream from the freezer. One of the things Bette feared the most was any insecurity. For Bettes entire life her father encouraged her but never fully praised, it was always laced with something that hinted she could do better. This gnawed her persona until it was ingrained in Bette to never be satisfied with her achievements and sometimes herself. So when outside forces, lie other peoplelike Tinamade her insecure, it was cutting to the bone. Taking big chunks out of it Bette wondered what she would wear. Something ***** but not *****, something classyyeah classy would be good. The dinner was one day away. Bette groaned, how on earth could she stand it for one day? As this thought entered her mind Bette slammed down the carton. What was wrong with her.was she in loveshaking her head to herself Bette yelled out NO. It was all unfamiliar territory, this thinking about that gold hairgodand that skin and those lips.she kissed those lips. NO she cant be in loveno no no no no noBette felt outraged at herself. She was breaking one of cardinal rules. Bette could have anyone she wanted thats true but she could never let herself be taken like thisno siree.

Bette was still in work clothes; still they were quite *****, so grabbing her keys she left in her Saab. The wind felt chilly and Bette moved the roof up. She was in one of her fits; it was an irrational determination to prove something to herself. Driving around and around Bette drove down a street well-known for cruising. Spotting a short, slightly chubby obvious ***** Bette slowed down. She recognized this chick from Milk, the girl often tried to get into Bettes graces but Bette always had someone else by the time this girl got around. She wasnt really Bettes time.a little young. Bette didnt care about body type though; god knows she had slept with many overweight women. Greeting her the girl turned and immediately brightenedBette slowly drove along with the girls gait. She was in no mood for pleasantriesshe was not in lovenot in love. Bette called out softly if the girl wanted to get in. The girl stopped, Bette stopped the Saab, and she seemed to be thinking. Then with youthful impulsiveness she got in. Bette put on Marvin Gaye.and drove back home. For the entire drive the chick talkedtalking about stupid trivial *****. Who was dating who blah blah.god she sounded like Alice. Bette put on the strong silent frontgetting irritated Bette felt the aggression turn on. By god she was going to shut this girl right up. Flashes of Tina burned in Bettes mind; she tried to shake them out. Bette was determined not to let Tina grab her heart. Her heart was circled with wire, nobody could get nobody nobody nobody. Vaguely though in the back of mind, Bette felt like she was almost.betraying Tina. Violently she shook her head to get the though out. Parking at her house she got out. With the girl trailing her Bette went in, the girl closed the door and her mouth shot off on what a nice place it was. Bette closed herself. She closed herself emotionally. This was no time for emotions. Going down the hall she opened the bedroom door and entered. The girl came in and smiled hugely. Bette went over and roughly pulled the chicks shirt off, momentarily surprised the girl tried to do the same. Stopping her Bette pushed the girl on the bed and straddled her, unbuckling the others belt. The girl smiled and felt Bettes taut thighs. Bette pulled the pants off and leaned her bodys weight onto the girlshe slipped her fingers in her. The girl gasped at this suddencontact and Bette pushed herself further in. Watching the girl, not bothering to kiss her. The girl however reached behind Bettes neck and pulled down, she kissed Bette but Bette didnt kiss back, her lips her unmoving as the girls tongue slipped in and out. The girl breathed faster, with expertise Bette made her come. Supporting herself on her arms. Fully clothed. Bette looked down. A sudden feeling of sadness washed over her. This was a mistake. The feeling was still therelooking down Bette wished the other was Tina. Before she could speak the girl opened her mouth.god your so good with those fingersBette shrugged sitting on the bed now. As if feeling self-conscious the girl pulled on her clothes quicklywell she was going now, meeting friend in a half hour. Bette swallowed and noddedthen calling out she asked how old the girl was. Smiling the girl said she got into Milk because of fake I.D.laughing she said she was seventeen. Bette stared at her.

Later that night she looked at herself in the mirror. She felt dirty, like she was a trick picking up a hooker which it practically was. Bette touched the mirrorwishing it was Tina. Quickly brushing away a prickling tear Bette thought about tomorrow night, thought about peachesthought about Tina.