Previously:

 “I will apologize, I asked Kelly to locate her in Alphaville. And then I will contact Erick and schedule a dinner meeting. I need to see her again. And you are going with me. So he will have no excuse to not bring her to the dinner.”

 Alice couldn’t help to laugh. Bette Potter can’t take a rejection.

 “And what do I win, being your date and your accomplice on this plan?”

 “Be nice and you can have Erick. It must have a reason for you were born a dirt bisexual, huh?”

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 Tina opened her drawer and retrieved the card that was sent with the orchid that arrived earlier.  In the upper half of the card there was a small mirror, but it was enough to let her see at least her eyes and with some distance, her whole face. Below that a beautiful handwriting, but not so beautiful as the meaning of the words that they conveyed

 “Can you blame an art specialist for not being able to resist a such masterpiece of beauty? However I know my gesture was inappropriate, I hope you forgive me.  Bette Porter.”

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            That day she only was able to stop thinking about that kiss every time she read again in her mind that card. But finally the next day she didn’t thought about any of them. She only had thoughts to some coming dinner.

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CHAPTER 3 : A DOUBLE DATE

            The weekend had passed fast to Bette. She worked both days at the gallery, trying to compensate the slow rhythm of work of the days after the opening dinner last Wednesday. Not that the extra work on the weekend was giving more fruits than the previous days once that she was still being haunted by thoughts about Tina Kennard. And she couldn’t realize why was that.

            On Saturday evening she had convinced herself that the problem was that since her break up with Alice, almost three weeks earlier, she hadn’t been with anyone. At first she didn’t want to upset Alice by move on so easily. In despite of the fights and misunderstandings their relationship had been good and sexually fulfilled.  And Alice was gradually becoming her best friend. And there was no way that she could sleep with someone of their WeHo ***** community without Alice knowing if she wanted to. She should be a gossip columnist. – Bette thought. So Bette had drowned in the job and left the social life temporarily aside. It had worked until then. But when Bette realized that a straight young woman was haunting her thoughts, she did what she knew best. She went to Milk and less than half hour later she had chose her prey. A young blonde woman. She wasn’t even one half as beauty as some alike blonde, and she wasn’t  even one third as interesting as the woman that Bette had in her mind. But she was there, available and for real, so it would work for the night. They went to the girl’s place since Bette wouldn’t allow someone she wouldn’t probably remember her name afterwards to her place. A soon as they came inside the apartment and closed the door, Bette was already with her hand inside the girl’s pants. With her skilled fingers, it didn’t take long until the girl climaxed.  The girl was still on the post orgasmic bliss, their clothes was still on, and Bette was already feeling a sensation of emptiness. What Bette didn’t know yet was that sensation of emptiness was due the feelings that were filling her heart. Bette then left the girl and went home. She was conformed in having a Sunday of work.