Morning. Noon. Bette Porter was working away.working away at daydreaming. She had done no work. All that was on her mind was Tina, the phone-all and lunch. Bette hoped that the phone call would not come up during their lunch because it would make Bette wanted to take Tina in her arms and tell her it was going to be aright Bette was here. There were such conflicting emotions going through her, part of her wanted to just ***** Tina and get it over with, another wanted to take care of Tina, and the other wanted to crawl in Tinas arms and ask if she could stay with her forever. With that on her mind Bette got into her Saab and drove the twenty minutes to Tinas house. Tinas house. Their houseshaking her head Bette cursed herself to stop thinking like some pioneer *****. At last, the house in sight. Bette knocked on the door and nearly fainted upon seeing Tina. She was so beautiful. White blouse with the top two buttons undone, silver necklace, dark dark dark blue jeans and perfect make-upan exquisite curl to her gold hair. Bette gulped, she herself was dressed in the usual black Jill sanders suit. Still Bette must have looked good because Tina immediately flushed, only a little, around her cheeks. Stepping aside Bette came in, the house familiar from the dinner several days ago. Motioning to the table both of them sat at the table. Light pasta with wine glasses was on the circular black ding table. Bette wondered whether this was a dinner or lunch. Sitting down at the same time silence still prevailed. Bette thought about asking if Tina was alright but thought better about it, let Tina ask her if she wanted to talk. Fiddling with her fork, Bette looked up and smiled at Tina. Nothing like a good smile to thaw things, Tina smiled back quickly and the two of them laughed. Conversation came easier after that and to top it off the pasta was great. Tina talked about art chose people, people did not choose them. Bette interrupted and said exactly! Bette then went on a spiel about how she read a science article talking about the exact thing.two minutes in her monologue Tinas face came closer. Came closer quickly. Before Bette knew what was going on Tina was kissing her. No she wasnt kissing kissing, she placed her lips over Bettes. Immediately Bette moved her hand and rested it behind Tinas head, her fingers in that gold hair. Bette moved her lips a little because Tina wasnt moving hers. She kissed softly and the next moment she was kissing air. Tina had moved back suddenly, she looked in her lap. If someone asked her Bette couldnt tell them how she felt at that moment. The contact was so sudden so fleeting her brain had not caught up. Instead every single nerve was on fire. She felt sick because of the butterflies in her stomach. Then Tina said very quietly if Bette could leave. The shock of hurt went through Bette in waves. Abruptly she stood up and walked to the door, touching the ***** she turned around. Just in time to see a tear fall from Tinas face. Very softly Bette asked if it was alright if she saw her again and that all Tina had to do was nod her head yes or shake her head no. When nothing happened Bette thought she was going to start crying too. It was like a tornado happening in her body, excitement from the kiss, hurt from the rejection, and concern and..something. It made her head swim and her belly sick, the tingling coursed through every fiber of Bettes body. Sadly she turned around then glanced back for one last look thinking she would jump off a bridge later. Bette gazed at that gold hair.

.and then.very slowly Tina nodded her head.