BETTE-  (Stroking Katie’s right shoulder with her lips from behind, she whispers to her as she encircles her waste…)  “You feel so good.”

KATHERINE-  “Imagine how you feel to me…I’ve never felt so much before.”

BETTE- (She affixes a quick kiss to her neck and smoothly turns her around, taking the sides of her upper neck into her hands, Bette’s lower arms tantalizing Katie’s chest and causing her surfaces to stand at attention.)  “Neither have I.”  (They look at each other intensely for several moments.  Bette lowers her hands to Katie’s upper arms via her shoulders and then disengages.  Katie wonders for a moment and then Bette touches her face with one hand and grazes her lips with her thumb.  Katie breathes intently, as her body communicates to her radiating heart the beginning of its tempestuous journey, with tingles and traveling sensations that bring all her points of passion into a systemic chorus awaiting the rhythm of the coming melody.  Like an experienced maestro, Bette raises the baton as it were…she grasped the younger lips with her own, ever so slowly, ever so gently but oh so consummately.  Not to be defeated by the overwhelming sensations, her younger recipient of this directed input closes the distance between them, joining the heightened points of their respective bosoms and grasping the back of her elder peer…feeling it all over and pulling her closer…enjoying this search only for moments as she began feeling the tall beautiful mocha’s mounds and assailing them as she stood back…admiring with touches and then with kisses…and as Bette watched her take them while sensing her centre intensify and emit at this vigorous but adoring grasping, she entered the fray more actively as she sought dominance with her mouth.  As their lips intertwined furiously and the impatient young woman felt her body wanting to leap into everything she could feel or sense or yearn as though each sensation was an entryway into what had never come before and what would take into countless tomorrows, the elder Bette could not temper the energy, she could only revel in it as her own more confident body endured the unbridled onslaught with unmitigated though slightly more refined ecstasy.  

In the present day, sitting on that comfortable couch, Bette feels herself remember everything, including her heart sinking in a sort of somber remembrance of that all-encompassing embrace that was a mere prelude to the time they spent together throughout that night.  She breaks her trance of yesteryear as yet again she remembers Alice’s words recently… ‘Lothario’…and then she sees the fair stranger again…and more of Alice’s words… “she’s straight”… and as though to balance Alice’s notes of reality, she remembered once again the different words that seemed to reverberate just now…’breath’, Shane had said to her at another time…’take a step back,’ was the usually sage advice.

Bette sips some more from her glass, savouring the wine more slowly than before, breathing more pronounced than previously, swallowing and sensing the French fruit of the vine more sensitively now than during those first edgy sips.)