“Like?”  Bette asked, intrigued by the direction of yet another mind
encompassing conversation.  She would
come to find that she and Candace could talk, about anything that Bette wanted to talk about.  Candace listened, learned, and never rolled her eyes behind
her back. 

          “Tell me the sort of women you
are attracted too?  You know, looks, intelligence,
jobs?”  Candace asked, as if they had not just spent 4
hours in bed with each other.  Acting as
if they were best friends and not intimate lovers.  A sultry look from Candace made Bette lick her lips and begin to think.

          “I’ve had a few….”  Bette admitted with a chuckle, and then she sat back and
thought about it.  “There was Beth; she was a lawyer, tall and blonde.  Veronica that was an artist when I was in college, the bluest
eyes I had ever seen.  Monica, a brooding brown haired intern.  Dawn, dark eyes, and blonde, short woman though, imposing
character.  Alice?  You
met Alice?” 
Candace nodded, and Bette shrugged, not mentioning Tina.  The
woman whom she was cheating on, Candace already knew her.

          “So…”  Candace said, placing the last piece of bacon on the plate
and moving to bring it to Bette.  “You only
date white women?”  She asked, and Bette was taken back, staring openly at her.

          “No.”  Bette said, and Candace blinked, thinking very much like Yolanda for a moment.  Bette was one of those mixed race women who never seemed to
think about their race, yet it drove them to who they were. 

          “Yes, you do.  Am I the first woman of color you have ever
slept with?  Or at least had a
relationship with?”  She poured Bette a glass of orange juice and Bette didn’t know what to say, she thought
about it for a long moment before saying anything.

          “I never thought about it before…  Not the first black woman I have ever slept
with…  The first relationship….”  Bette stammered, aghast at the thought.  She watched as Candace sat down, picking up a piece of bacon
and chewing on it.

          “You ever felt like you were
hiding Bette?” 
Candace asked bluntly and Bette pulled her chair into the table, taking
a bite of the scrambled eggs, shaking her head no. 

          “I never thought I hid from
anything in my life.  I am the person I
am, and I present myself that way.”  Bette stated, and Candace had to smile, she reached over and
touched Bette‘s hand, grazing the fingers.