Tina sat up in an abrupt and greeted with a sharp pain through her head. Placing her hands on her head to control the throbbing, Tina heard the telephone rang again. Groggily reaching for the phone, Hello?

Hey babe, had a great time last night? asked Eric in a deep sultry voice.

Eric??can I call you back later? This is really a bad time with that Tina ended the call and threw the phone to the other side of the bed.

Rubbing her forehead, Tina turned to her nightstand to look at the clock, she saw an envelop with an elegant italic handwriting on it stating Ms. Tina Kennard and Guest. She took the envelope then read through the invitation card content. After reading, she put down her hand with the card on her lap while trying to recall what actually happened the night before. She remembered getting a ride with someone home, but with the card in her hand, she assumed that someone has to be Bette Porter. But she could not recall the ride and the rest of the evening.

At that moment, she felt breeze stirring through her bare chest skin. She looked down and found herself topless. Panic stroke in as she remembered the dream. Wondering if it was just a dream or Was it for real?? she slowly lifted the sheet to find her panties still on. She looked around and found no sign of Bette in her room. Exhaling a sigh of relief, she started to kick herself so hard to recall the evening. But nothing to her avail, all the after celebration event could not be recalled except for the frustrating incomplete dream. or nightmare?? wondered Tina as a chill sent down to her spin recalling the dream and a smile plastered onto her face.

Moments later, Tina was pacing up and down to make a decision whether or not to go for Bettes show. Just then Eric called again and he insisted of going with Tina to the show. Now Tina was struggling with her cordless phone to get Bettes number dialed with her shaky hand,

Youve reached Bette Porters voicemail, please leave your message after the beep Inhaling a deep breath, part of her was disappointed that she could not hear Bettes voice that she missed but part of her was relief that she would not have to worry about getting too panic or did not know what to talk about if it was Bette.
She continued Hey BaBette, its TinaermjustIwant to confirm with you that Im going for the show with guestwellbye Hitting the end button, she slumped into her couch and groaned miserably.