“Yeah.”

“Good cause I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like.”

“Bette, I’m the one who put your hands there.  It was perfect.”

Unfortunately I happened to look at the clock and realized that I had to be home a half hour ago so the perfect moment was cut short and I ran out of there.

Dear Diary,

I totally freaked Bette out last night after I first let her touch my breast for the first time, I ran out of there like a lightning bolt flashing through the sky.  I felt so bad that I called her this afternoon on my lunch break; when she picked up the phone I heard the trepidation in her voice.

“Hey T.”  She was really quiet, too quiet.

“Hi baby,” I wanted to show her that nothing had changed.  “I just wanted to call and apologize about last night.”

“T, there’s no need to apologize.”

“Yeah there is, I ran out of there with no explanation.  I just caught a glimpse of the time and I had a meeting about a script that we had to make final decision on this morning at seven and it’s the first major script decision that I’ve made since my promotion and I absolutely couldn’t be late.  I am really sorry because I think I gave the wrong impression, I wasn’t scared or not enjoying what we were doing.  Quite the opposite, I was very much enjoying what we were doing.”

“You really had me scared T, I thought that I had gone too far.  The last thing that I was to do is push you farther than you want to go.”

“Bette, honey, I am the one that initiated everything we did last night.  You one hundred percent did not push me in any way, shape or form.”

“Okay.”

“Can we get together for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t think I can, I have a meeting with this client and he’s really interested in making a big purchase so I can’t blow him off.  I really want to see you, how about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow I have a late meeting so I can’t”

Unfortunately that’s how the rest of our conversation went; either her schedule or mine was preventing us from seeing each other up until the weekend.