From: PorterB @ CalArtsCtr.com
To: ChristineK @ NoISP.com
4 June 2004 4:32 am
Tina,
Thank you. I promise you wont regret it.
Bette

2 Months Later
From: BNT @ LAservice.com
To: ChristineK @ NoISP.com
4 June 2004 3:38 pm
Chris,
Thank you for understanding that I needed to come back to LA to do this. I told Bette about the baby. I saw her sincerity when she promised to do whatever she had to do to make us work and she has. She has been trying so hard and Ive also been trying to fix where we went wrong. I think were going to make it.
Im sorry that my happiness has caused you pain. We would have been good, you and me, if Bette hadnt come along first and taken my heart. You were right, there is a sign on my heart that says property of Bette Porter.
Chris, I know this sounds clich, but you will find someone with whom to live out your fantasy for a family. And I know that the woman you find will be incredibly lucky.
Tina

Alternative Ending B
I picked up Chris at the airport. When we got to the parking lot, she opened the car door for me – the drivers side. She let me drive her precious car home. Bette cant stand to have someone else drive the car. She cant handle being a passenger. Chris was a great passenger, she even let me select the CD that we listened to on the way home.
When we got back to Chris house, we were both exhausted and went for a nap. I started it.
Youve spent a week getting used to sharing a bed with someone. Are you sure you want to sleep alone?
Are you sure that is such a good idea, Tina?
Nothing has to happen, Chris. We can both sleep in the same bed, that is all.
We did. Chris and I began sharing the bed though not each others bodies. We shared memories, hopes, dreams. We listened to each other as we shared.
The time came when we began to share our bodies. Before we made love for the first time, Chris asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it.
It will be a first time for us both, Tina.
Hardly, Chris. I know youve had your share of women.
I have had ***** with my share of women, but I have never made love to a woman. Ive never let myself go. Ive never shared all of me: my heart, my body, my soul, my mind. Ive had *****, but Ive never made love. It will be my first time making love, sharing all of me and it will be your first time being with a woman other than Bette.
The first time we made love was in the bedroom that Chris uses for an office. The closet door in that room is mirrored. I stood in front of the mirror and Chris stood behind me. I watched as her arms reached around and unbuttoned my shirt removing it slowly before she released my ***** from my bra.
Chris took my hands which were at my sides. She intertwined her fingers with mine so that her hands were covering mine. She lifted our joined hands to my ***** and guided me as I cupped them in our combined hands. I stood and watched her kiss my shoulders gently as we held my *****.
Sensing that I wanted more, she lowered her hands to my jeans unbuttoning and unzipping them. I watched as she knelt behind me and removed the articles of clothing.
Through the mirror, I saw the look on Chris face as she stood up, still standing behind me, and looked at my naked body in the mirror.
It was no longer the body I had when I had first arrived on her doorstep. It was a body that was beginning to be swollen and stretched with pregnancy.
I continued watching as Chris again joined our hands together and took them so that they covered my hair. We stood silently for a moment and we held our hands covering the center of my sexual being. Gently, she guided me to the floor which she had covered with a thick guilt. Chris spread her legs, her back resting against the back of the chair which faced away from the mirror. I sat between her legs, my back resting against her chest.
Once again, she guided my hands to the area between my legs then she began placing soft kisses on my neck which she alternated with strokes of her tongue.
I want you to see what you are giving to me, Christina she whispered into my ear. Go to that place in your mind that you go to when you touch yourself alone.
With her hands gently holding my side and her legs enveloping me, I leaned back into her and watched myself. It was difficult at first, I had never done this in front of someone else, much less myself.
I watched Chris watching me as I stroked myself, entered myself, fondled my *****. I watched myself also. I saw my body as it gave in to the pleasure of my *****.
Finished, I let her hold me in her arms. Finally, I turned my head to her. Now, I want you to know me.
She stood and turned around the chair against which she had been resting she guided me into the chair and rested my knees on the armrest. She knelt before me her mouth going to the place where my hands had been.
I watched as I held her head between my legs; I watched my hands as they moved through her hair; I watched myself hold the back of her head and pull her tighter into me as I prepared to come for the second time that night.

It wasnt easy, but Chris felt that she and I needed to tell Bette about us and about the baby. After she recovered from the shock and the anger, Bette agreed that she wanted to be part of the babys life.
Florida is no place for a ***** couple with a child. It is the only state in the nation that forbids adoption by ***** or lesbians. We moved to Vancouver to assure rights for the family that we were becoming. Chris found a teaching job at a small university. It is a not a too terribly long flight for Bette, Alice, Dana, Shane and Kit to come visit us which they do frequently.
It hasnt been easy for any of us to make this work. Most people cannot understand how we have been able to pull friendship out of the ruins of our marriage and my subsequent relationship with Chris. We have done what we think is right for me, for Bette and for our daughter. Chris encouraged and insisted that we do this. She told me to forget convention and the rules and do what felt right for all of us. Chris and Bette really do get along when Bette comes to visit. She comes because she wants to see her daughter. At Chris insistence, it is a daughter named Bette Porter Kennard.