“Alice, this is dangerous,” Tina shook her head. “If they grill her and she spills the beans, we are all going to jail.”

“Who are they you are talking about?” Bette asked innocently.

Alice shrugged, “The FBI, CIA or some other G-men.”

Bette frowned and Alice explained, “G-men or government men…just a slang for agents from any agency working for the United States Government. Easily recognizable by wearing suits and ties and being uptight as if the broom stuck in their asses…arrogant sons of bitches.”

Alice sounded angry and Tina looked at her curiously. Alice shrugged again and smiled, “Another ex of mine…don’t ask.”

“We need more margaritas if we are contemplating on committing a federal crime,” Tina sighed and went to the kitchen to mix more drinks.

Bette kept looking at her own image, deep in thoughts. Tina came back with drinks and gently rubbed Bette’s shoulder, “Are you okay? Any regrets?”

“Oh no, no regrets,” Bette smiled. “Just thinking how lucky I am to have so many people in my life that love me.”

“Aww,” Alice put a hand over her heart. “I hope I’m included in that group.”

“Of course you are, Alice. If it wasn’t for you, Tina and I would’ve never met.”

“Yes, Al,” Tina nodded. “We are both indebted to you, forever.”

Alice sniffed, genuinely touched by the sentiment.

“Here’s to love and friendship,” Tina handed them drinks she made and they toasted together.

Several margaritas later they still didn’t get any further than Bette’s alibi with her fake Geneva trip and brainstorming about acquiring all the Orange County history books and hiding them.

“I know the FBI agents have one but I’m pretty sure we can explain your likeness if it comes to that,” Alice said assuredly. “Genealogy is a wonderful thing and there have been noted eerie resemblances of people to their ancestors. I can spin it if I have to.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s going to be you, Alice,” Bette said with confidence.

Alice beamed with pride, “You’re damn right.”

Place: Los Angeles, CA
Time: Week later, Friday, October 13, 2006

“Bette, wake up, honey or you will be late for work,” Tina gently nudged Bette who was still fast asleep after they spent all night making love. Bette murmured something inaudible and stretched like a kitten that wanted her belly rubbed. Tina chuckled at the adorable site of her girlfriend and leaned for a kiss. Bette grabbed her and rolled her over, pinning Tina underneath.