Nor did Bette notice the color, she was standing right where Tina had left her , and as though equipped with radar, her eyes dropped right where Tina knew they would. The dress was designed to fit like a second skin and it did. Which was the problem , Tina was bra-less.

With a supreme effort ,Bette dragged her eyes from Tina’s breast and stepped aside to allow her to pass. As Tina passed her, she whispered querulously, “I only hope you don’t get cold tonight.”

“Cold?”

“Yeah , if your nipples become any more pronounced than they are, all my good intentions to take it slow and easy are going to be shot to hell

As Bette was putting a piece of bread in her mouth she said to Tina “you’re not off the hook yet for not telling me about your husband”

Tina gave her a dirty look. “No offense Bette, but I don’t think that was any of your business.”

“Ouch,that hurts” Bette said clutching her heart. “But you want to know what I think? I think you used Henry as a shield to protect yourself from me.”

“Wow, Doctor Phil, you came up with that all on your own…that’s a large dose of fantasy.”

“Is it?, you don’t want me just a little?” Bette was smiling, but daring Tina to lie to her.

“I’d rather sleep with the devil”

“Some consider me to be.”

Tina laughs nervously and ask Bette a question . “How is it that someone as beautiful and successful as you ,have remained single for so long.?”

That was the last question Bette was expecting. She sighed and laid back in her chair. She took a while to answer. “I was in a relationship, in love and everything,I thought it was going to last, but it didn’t. I had given up on relationships, then I met you. But you were taken.____So I had a string of one night stands,trying to cleanse myself of you. Then my good friend Alice was kind enough to point out the fact that they were all blonds…That’s when I realized that no matter how many blonds I slept with___they weren’t you…you are in my blood.”

Tina didn’t know what to say, so she remained quiet while waiting for her food to arrive. Bette didn’t push the subject. She was a perfect lady all through dinner, though Tina knew it was taxing her to be. She would never thought a woman of Bette’s sophistication could get rattled, but she was edgy and nervous, her eyes often scuttling over Tina’s breast, a pained expression on her face. Tina would have felt sorry for her if not for the pride it gave her to know that she was responsible for Bette’s distress.