Being wise beyond her years, Kit made sure both she and Bette received grief counseling and any other supports necessary.  Bette soon resumed producing honor roll grades and she graduated high school with a full academic scholarship to Stanford University where she and her best friend shared a dorm.  Now having herself a Masters in Art History Bette is the owner and proprietor of The Bette Porter Art Gallery.

On most of the Friday nights that Tasha would show up to the Porter house, Kit was the one to answer the door.  “What’s a pretty lady like you doing home on a Friday night?”  Tasha would throw at Kit.  Walking away, Kit would toss back, “Stayin’ outta trouble is what!” 

“Wanna come hang with us tonight?  Drinks are on me.”  Their usual back and forth banter would always be interrupted by Bette before she and Tasha headed to meet Shane at the first hot spot of the evening. 

“Tasha, let me ask you something?” Kit said one night.  Sitting across from Kit and resting her elbows on her knees, Tasha answered, “Sure.”

Kit looked at Tasha closely.  She really did think that Tasha was cute, sexy even with her own involuntary swagger.  “Why do you keep asking me out when you know I’m going to turn you down?”  Smiling back, Tasha answered, “’Cause I figure one day you’ll get tired of saying no since we both know you don’t want to.”  Pleased with herself she sat back and crossed her legs, waiting.

Kit grinned.  Tasha was something else!  Young, but still something else.  Wait, she reminded herself, Tasha is her baby sister’s best friend.  Even though Bette said that she wouldn’t mind the two of them dating, she’d hate if things went wrong and the awkwardness that could result.  But Tasha always did seem mature for her age…

“Okay Tasha, how about this?  I know that you, Bette and Shane have all the women falling at your feet.  If you can somehow help yourself tonight and resist another one night stand, come to The Wire after my set tomorrow night.  If you want, we can have dinner and coffee.  Deal?” 

Nodding her head Tasha looked Kit in the eye “Oh, yeah, you definitely got yourself a deal.”  Hearing Bette coming downstairs, Tasha stands and heads towards the door.  “I’ll see you at 8:30 Kit.”