Tina didn’t hear the footsteps approach her from behind. The first she knew someone was near was when she spoke.

Bette: “Its amazing isn’t it?”
Tina turned towards the voice and saw the most strikingly beautiful woman.
Tina: “Yes, it is.”
Bette held out her hand towards Tina.
Bette: “Hello, I’m Bette Porter.”
Tina: “Hi, Tina Kennard.” they shook hands.

Bette: “So Ms. Kennard you like this work? ” she asked looking at the painting.
Tina: “Yes, its so real, so beautiful but so sad.”
Bette: “Good description. this artist does capture her subjects well. Do you know alot about art?”
Tina: “No, not really, I just know what I like.” she smiled.
Bette: “Well thats the secret. So many people like what they are told to like. Its refreshing to hear your point of view.”

Bette studied Tina Kennard as she continued looking at the wall of art. Tina was so beautiful, so fresh looking and Bette had a feeling what you see is what you get. Blonde, gorgeous legs and body. She silently thanked god for bringing Tina into her gallery today. I know what I like too, thought Bette as she smiled.

Bette: “Ms. Kennard shall we go to my office and get things started?”
Tina: “Ok, but only if you call me Tina.”
Bette: “Alright, and you can call me Bette.” Bette smiled and thought of the old that old cliche’ ‘you can call me anytime’.

Tina followed Bette Porter down the hall to her office. Tina was thinking of how self assured, and how stunning Bette was. She had expected something totally different and was pleasently surprised.

Tina was thinking thoughts she had never thought of before with another woman. What would it be like to tangle her hands in that mane of hair, to kiss those lips, look deep in those brown eyes. God, stop it Kennard, you are a straight and happily taken woman. Wasn’t she?

Bette broke the silence asking Tina if she would like something to drink. Tina declined and had a seat across from the desk in front of Bette.

Bette: “So Tina its my understanding that you have had a generous donation for your Childrens’s Center, but the conditions of this are that you are to develop the art department in the Center with this donation.”

Tina: “Thats the deal. The anonymous donor has made the request that at least 75% of the contribution be spent on an art education for the children. And he specifically mentioned your gallery as a starting point.

Bette: “Hmm….interesting. well what are your ideas?” Bette was finding it hard to focus on the business at hand. Tina was breathtaking, and so real, such a breath of fresh air.

Tina: “I really have no idea.” she laughed “Thats why i’m here.”
Bette: “I’m sure you have ideas, I have a few, I think it will take some time to discuss this. I have another meeting soon but i would love it if we could talk over lunch or dinner this week, is that a possiblility?”

Tina: “Sounds great, let me see.” she looks at her palm pilot. “I can do lunch on Thursday or dinner on Friday.”

Bette: she is looking on her computer calender. “Ok, lets go for lunch on Thursday.”
Bette handed her her card and Tina gave her card to Bette.
Tina: “I’ll call you tomorrow with the details of when and where.” Tina stood to leave, Bette stood with her.

Bette: “It was a pleasure meeting you Tina, i’m sure we will be a great team for the kids.”
Tina: “I have a feeling we will, I’ll take some notes for ideas for our meeting. Bye Bette and thank you.

Bette: “Thank you Tina, see you Thursday.”

Bette watched her leave and knew she would be thinking of Tina Kennard day and night and in her dreams until they met again.