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    I have to have her CH6

    I have to have her. CH 6

    Bette’s POV

    I need tothis thought was interrupted by my cell phone ringing.

    Who could it be this late at night? I thought to myself as I fumbled in my bag for my phone.

    Hmmm, not a number I recognize, but I answer anyway.”

    “Bette Porter, How may I help you?”

    Silence.

    “Hello, this is Bette. Is anyone there? I ask getting slightly annoyed.

    I hear a faint sigh, as I am about to hang up, and something rang familiar to me about it.

    “Is this Tina?” I ask, hoping with all hope.

    “Um, hi Bette. Yes it is Tina. I hope I am not bothering you too late.”

    “No, actually you aren’t bothering me at all.” At least not in a bad way I think to myself.

    “I am very glad to hear from you actually.” This being the understatement of the year!

    “Good, Um, I was callingI was calling because.um, shit! I am so not good at this!!”

    “It’s okay Tina, take your time, I am not going anywhere.” I say this and realize I mean it; I am not going anywhere, not with out her at any rate.

    “Um, Bette? I was wondering, I mean I was hopingthat .maybe, sometime if you aren’t too busy, um, maybe, we could, um, you know, um, damn! I’m sorry, never mind. I am sorry to have bothered you.” Tina stammers and readies to hang up.

    “Tina! Please wait! Don’t hang up!” I am afraid if I don’t get the nerve to do this myself, I will never hear from her again.

    “Tina, would you please have dinner with me tomorrow night?” A gush of air follows my question.

    Silence. Absolute silence! Oh no! I freaked her out. She doesn’t’ like me that way, Oh God!!!

    Then I hear the most beautiful words in my ear.

    “I would love to Bette.” I hear her breathe expel after this as well.

    “Wow! That is great! Really great! Um, ah, do you want to meet somewhere, or could I pick you up, or .

    “I think I would love it if you picked me up.” This was said in a soft, sultry voice, meant to bring me to my knees I am sure.

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    Comments

    1. damn..haven’t even got them together yet and they are hot!! love your story and you writer however much you want….just as long as you keep posting for us

    2. That last bit was hot. I was afraid I might have to get up and change my pants. I can’t wait to see if Tina is all relieved with a goofy grin or up dancing on the bed like a pre-schooler.

    3. This may not be the optimal forum to bring up the old saw about size not really being the issue, it’s what you do with it, but does have a certain aptness. Putting good things into small packages is no mean skill, which you have demonstrated here.

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