“I know. But I look at the bright side – at least, I’d go to hell.”

“Why is that better than heaven?”

“In hell, you at least get to eat barbecue every day. In heaven, they feed you fucking rice pudding,” Tina laughed.

Shane grinned. “True. But now, I need you to get up, freshen up and dress to impress.”

“Why do I have to impress? You’re the one who wants to get into her pants.”

“Yeah, but I can’t let her think my sister is a beatnik, or a dirty woman.”

“Oh, come on, Shane. Anyway, I don’t get it. You usually don’t care too much about what people think about you. You certainly don’t care what the girl you want in your bed for the night thinks about you or your family.”

There was a brief silence. Then, Shane cleared her troat and rubbed her neck.

“I – um… well, I thought about what you said. You know, about relationships and stuff. I think that maybe, you’re right.”

“Say that again?” Tina asked, an amused smile gracing her face.

“I think you’re right.”

“I should tape this, I really should.”

“Oh, give me a break already!” Shane laughed, grabbing the spare pillow on Tina’s bed and throwing it at the blonde’s head.

“You’re gonna play it dirty? I’m in!”

The girls got involved in a huge pillow fight that left them with stomach cramps caused by their continuous laughter.

Tina was doing the dishes and Shane was drying off. Shane was clearly impatient, jumping from the one foot to the other.

“Are we nearly finished?” She asked every five minutes.

“Just this bowl, and then put everything away.”

“I don’t get it, Tina. Why did we have to eat stuff that requires all those bowls and pots and thingies?”

“You didn’t like it?” Tina asked worriedly. She was a good cook and everyone always told her that, but she thought highly of Shane’s opinion, that always was honest.

“It was lovely, it’s just that now we have to do this huge dishes. What if she decides to go out for the afternoon? I mean, that would mean I only get to see her tomorrow.”

“You are so addicted to sex.”