“Oh, fuck…”

“So what do you want to do next?” she smiled again at Bette and she felt the warm tingles run down her back again.

“So I can do anything I want?” Tina nodded. “Well what if I want to go somewhere.”

“I think what your going to say is the Coit tower as a trick question to see if I’m serious about you being in control. But what you really want to do is walk through the Japanese gardens, barefoot, at six . Right about the same time when you can feel the trees taking in the morning sun.”

“How did…”

“Because I am your mind. This is all about you,” Tina said taking Bette’s hand placing it on a very cool Japanese maple. Bette felt the familiar tingle of the tree breathing beneath her hand and she smiled. She hadn’t felt that since she was little. “You still laugh the same when they tickle your feet.” Tina smiled wide at Bette.

Bette looked down at her foot and sure enough the was a butterfly grazing her foot, tickling her with it’s fluttering wings. The cool grass between her toes was wet from morning dew. Everything was soft and settling here. She looked back up and couldn’t help to notice the soft features of the beautiful girl next to her.

“Why are you here? If this is my imagination then why are you here with me?”

“I don’t think I need to answer that Bette.”

“We’re not having sex and this is my favorite place in the whole world, so how come you’re still here?”

“You need to ask yourself that question Bette.”

“If this is my imagination and I’m creating all of this, then why are you being so damn vague?”

“Because you want me this way.” she looked at Bette with seductive eyes and smiled back, “You like me this way. This is all your imagination…”

“Alright class pencils down.” the voice ahead of the class said and Bette’s pencil vanished from her hand as she heard the rest of the class groan. She blinked a couple of times and looked down at her work, to her amazement she’d already finished it. With a flick of the teachers wrist the papers fluttered away from them and ended up in a neat little pile on the corner of his desk.