“I trust you too Bette,” I said smiling and tapping her gently on the knee.

“I know in public we are not very close and we greet each other with handshakes,” Bette said, “but I care so much for you and I would be honored if you agreed to be the best woman at my wedding.”

“What?” I said in surprise.

“Shane, will you be my best woman?” Bette said smiling at me broadly.

“Oh my God! Of course!” I said without even thinking twice leaning forward and pulling Bette into a tight hug.

Bette returned the hug fondly and we held each other for a while. “Alice will be the maid of honor,” Bette said as we broke the hug.

“She must be super excited,” I said imagining the blonde screaming in excitement.

“So,” Bette said, “how are things with you and Carmen?”

“Good, we starting over. We have our first date tonight, I should probably get ready.”

“Good luck.”

I stood up to leave and turned around to say, “hey, if you wanna get Tina back for that mad as fuck, you should get a good dildo and not stop until she’s screaming your name.”

Bette laughed loudly and said, “you know Tina and I don’t use toys.”

“That’s why it would surprise the hell out of her,” I said, “trust me, spicing things up won’t hurt.”

“Hmm,” Bette said probably imagining the scene, “I’ll think about it.”

“And if you do it, make sure to give me the details.”

Bette smiled and waved at me as I left her backyard. I went straight to my room and put on my favorite dickies with the T-shirt that Carmen gave me on my birthday when we were dating. I hadn’t worn it before because we had broken up before I got the chance. I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair, making sure every single was in the right place.

I heard rummaging in Jenny’s room, so I knew Carmen was getting ready, then I sat in the living room and waited for her. When she came out of the room I thought my heart was crash out of my chest. She was wearing skinny jeans and a form-fitting shirt that brought out every single curve of her body. Her hair was tied back in a clip and there were strands hanging on her face. I couldn’t have done it better myself.