”Great!” Tina clapped her hands excitedly. ”Then call your friends, I’ll go downstairs to do some things and talk with my mother, she is gardening and I need to tell her something” Tina rambled, backing herself towards the door. She smiled as she glanced at her girlfriend, before she stepped out the door. Bette probably hadn’t even heard her.

All by herself, Bette little by little started to return to earth.

”Shit, what was that..” She said under her breath. She stood up and walked to the mirror. Her face was completely flushed and she couldn’t remember, at what moment specifically Tina got her shirt half-opened. Bette leaned on the commode and stared at her reflection. Her frustration was getting the best of her. When was the last time she sleeped with someone? She couldn’t remember. Her goddamned job has been on the way a lot lately. She sighed heavily. Then snorted. ”Fuck thaat” She thought out loud, when realized that her libido was more interested in when she will have sex with Tina, other than when she had it last time.

”Babe, you ready?” Tina popped in, beaming.

Bette tensed, when the blonde embraced her from behind. ”Um, ready for what again?” She asked rigidly.

”The beach!” Tina exclaimed. ”I called Alice and Dana. Can we pick them up?”

”Who?” Bette questioned, still distracted.

Tina frowned, becoming a little worried by Bette’s absence of mind. ”My friends… Are you okay?”

”Oh, right” She recollected. ”I’m totally fine, baby” The brunette smiled heartily. ”Let’s go, we’ll pick them up, if you want. I’ll call my friends on our way” Bette hurried to exit, dying for a cigarette, Tina going after her.

”Where are you guys going?” Karen trailed behind the couple going down the hallway.

”To the beach” Tina responded to her sister evenly.

”Can I go with you?” Karen jumped on. ”Pease please please” She began to plead, when felt that Tina might reject her. ”I have absolutely nothing to do, please take me with you”

”Have you forgotten about your homework, young lady?” Amy Kennard’s voice echoed from the kitchen.

Bette snorted and slightly bend down to the annoyed teenager. ”Textbooks, rucksacks and pinkish stuff, remember?” She whispered, covering her words with a hand, as if talking secretly.