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    If Your heart Isn’t In It . . .

    She was bombarded with questions left right and center. Most of them impudently personal, while the shining white grin rubbed the edge of rudeness off them. The act was one of brilliance, but it was one Tina had seen countless times before, but even so she couldnt help admiring the womens technique.

     

    Tina felt like she was being interviewed as Bette threw question after question at her.

     

    So why wasnt she involved? Well she had been but they had just split up. But why had they broken up? Because I didnt, want to get serious. And so on and so on.

    Al the time smiling that smile, and being ever so polite. She wanted to know Tinas life history. Had she known Alice long? How long had she worked at Alphaville? What did she enjoy doing?

     

    Dancing, reading, drinking, and *****. Tina replied with an, oh so polite smile on her face.

     

    Alice nearly choked on her cheesecake, and Dana sat examining her spoon as if she was making sure she had eaten everything off of it. Bettes grin had probably doubled.

     

    All along there had been a collusion between the, two women. They looked at each other squarely in the eyes as they spoke to each other, both of them knowing, that the other knew precisely what the game was. Bettes act was good, real good, total attention with just a hint of superiority. It was enough to flatter Tina, while at the same time make her feel a little uneasy.

     

    Tina was hypnotized by her dark eyes, and that paradoxically, enchanting, easy smile. She was to be thrown off balance but feel that somehow Bette was really interested in her, and just her.

     

    Except Tina thought. I can see right through you sunshine. Either youre a little too calculating, or I am a little too smart. But Ive got your number.

     

    Bette offered Tina a ride home, and since her car was at the garage being fixed Tina accepted. As they stood up Tina looked at her. She was tall, but not overly so. She was thin, but had curves in all the right places. She was confident and she knew it. Her dark brown curls accentuated her beautiful features, and she carried herself with a kind of grace. She didnt look like a sexual incompetent, but then again you never could tell. Tina often found that the confidence was just exterior once the clothes were off, but she thought it might just be interesting to find out whether or not it was true of Miss Bette Porter.

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    1. hey tell me what you like to be called?? “H” or the “whonow”??

      Let me move on to this one night stand which we know will turn into such more fucking hot love and sex, but as of now that was fucking hot. I’m glad I’m laying in bed, not because of what you think get your mind out of the gutter!! I’m sick, and feel like shit.

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