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    Four-letter L Word

    "Hey, you own the place. Maybe you could kick these two out." Alice suggested.

    "And why would I want to do that, Alice?" Marina asked politely.

    "Hello, show of indecency!" Alice motioned to where Bette and Tina were now kissing.

    Marina laughed. "You’re just jealous, Alice."

    "Of what." Alice scoffed.

    Marina only shook her head in amusement, and went back to the counter.

    Tina finally peeled herself off Bette, and saw the time. "Oh, *****. I’m gonna be late."

    "For?" Bette asked, refusing to just let Tina go.

    "Um, work?" Tina suggested, smiling at Bette. "You know, that troublesome fact of life we get out of bed for?"

    "I thought we got out of bed to get back on it." Bette teased, pulling Tina’s arm to turn her back.

    Tina looked at her, amused. "This, from the woman who’s afraid to spend the night."

    "She’s a bed-wetter." Alice said snidely.

    Bette and Tina glanced at her, but resumed their lusty gazes at each other, as if that was where their eyes really belonged: on each other.

    "Well, what do you say we test that theory after dinner tonight?" Bette whispered, leaning closer to Tina.

    "Dinner sounds great," Tina whispered back, the nearness of Bette sending her senses into overdrive.

    "Your place, or mine?" Bette inched closer to Tina.

    "Get a room," Alice muttered, hating the fact that she not only had to witness this loathsome display of infatuation, but that she wasn’t the only one, as the rest of The Planet’s diners were also riveted on the show.

    "I’m off work late, so yours?" Tina suggested, not realizing that few women ever really stepped foot in the Bette Porter casa.

    A small murmur passed through the regulars of The Planet. Bette Porter’s formerly-straight conquest seemed to be very familiar with Bette’s house?

    "I’ll wait," Bette said huskily, zeroing in for a kiss.

    Tina responded in kind, but her cellphone’s ring cut off their kiss. She broke away, and answered the suspect. "Tina." Pause. "Yeah, fine. I’m coming. I’m stuck in traffic. OK. ‘Bye." She hung up, and extricated herself from Bette. "I have to go."

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