"Yes babe, but in case you’re forgetting, my two galleries don’t make enough to keep this amazing two story apartment, to maintain expensive foreign cars, to pay for extremely expensive private schools and colleges, AND to feed two women and four children."

"Jeez when you put it like that…"

Bette chuckled, "come on babe you know things get crazy hectic when the movie is nearing the premier."

Tina sighed, "right. Then it calms down and actually becomes enjoyable."

"You love script readings," Bette said.

"Mostly because you read them with me and we act out all the love scenes," Tina said with a wink.

"Mmhm," Bette moaned, "why don’t we write a lovescene of our own?"

"One that involves you not moving much," Tina said standing up on the couch and pushing down her pajama pants.

Bette hissed, "no panties you bad girl."

"Sleeping commando is the best," Tina said, "I got the idea from Alice."

Bette chuckled and licked her lips, "oh please tell me her reasoning for it AFTER I’ve fucked you real good."

Tina carefully walked forward being mindful of Bette’s stomach. She stopped right in front of Bette’s face and watched as Bette stared at her dripping center nearly salivating.

Tina leaned her knees down on the top of the couch for support as she pressed her dripping center right into Bette’s face. Bette was quick to jump into action, licking Tina fiercely.

It only took a few minutes for Tina to be crying out and trembling her release. Tina plopped herself down beside Bette with a heavy sigh.

"Like that?" Bette said.

"Hell yeah."

Bette grinned.

Tina sat up groggily then pulled up her pants. She gently crawled under the covers and said, "Alice said sleeping with no panties is like giving your partner easy access."

Bette snorted, "she would say something like that."

"But she’s right," Tina said as she tugged down Bette’s pants and panties, "if I wanted to do this at three in the morning it’d be harder to pull down both items of clothing."

"I suppose," Bette said.

"Then I couldn’t do this…"

Bette gasped as her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. "Ohh shit."

March 19, 2012-Orange County

Tasha stomped angrily through her apartment throwing clothes mindlessly into her suitcase.

"Tasha calm down," Duffy said gently.

"Oh don’t you fucking tell me to calm down Miranda," Tasha snapped zipping up her suitcase viciously.

"Tasha I don’t know how many times I have to apologize, please I’m…"

"Fuck you Miranda," Tasha shouted, "you’re the one that prosecuted, you’re the one that made the mistake, and the woman that I love is the one that had to pay the price! I knew she was innocent! I fucking knew it!"

"Then why’d you break up with her?" Duffy said.

"I didn’t!" Tasha said, "she did with me."

"What, but she said…"

"She said she didn’t want my career to be affected because my girlfriend was a convicted felon," Tasha said casting her eyes away sadly. "She’s the one that suggested we break up, and I…"

Duffy frowned when Tasha trailed off, "didn’t disagree."

"No I didn’t," Tasha said, "I was just so mad that she had slept with someone else in prison."

"She cheated on you?" Duffy said in surprise.

"No, I cheated on her first," Tasha said. "I was really missing her and I got wasted. I don’t even remember what the Hell happened but I ended up in Jaime’s bed."

"Fuck," Duffy breathed, "she has some serious issues with Jaime. When I went to tell her she was free she asked about you, she assumed you married Jaime."

"Did you tell her I wasn’t!?"

"Yes of course," Duffy said, "but I’m willing to guess her escape to New York was purely out of fear."

"She doesn’t wanna see me," Tasha sighed pulling her suitcase off the bed and rolling it behind her as she grabbed her wallet. "She doesn’t forgive me for agreeing with her and breaking up."

Duffy sighed, "where are you going?"

Tasha turned her head and said, "New York."

 TBC