I dialled through to Tina’s suite and listened as the phone rang.

“Hello Kennard’s den of inequity, Alice speaking how may I help.”

“Alice? What the hell?”

“Porter is that you? Who you looking for huh?”

“Uhh well Tina I guess.”

“Wait. Oh I hope you are nearly ready you’re meant to be here in twenty.”

With that she was gone, what was going on it was like Al, my supposed best friend, and Tina were conspiring to unbalance me as much as possible. How had it turned from the knowledge and reassurance that all was right with the world this morning to this, well whatever the hell this all was. Before I had the chance to get to deeply into conversation with myself I was snapped out of my head by a different voice on the other end of the phone.

“Bette Porter what can I do for you at this the eleventh hour, so to speak?”

“Tina hey, I… well… can…I…do you think… erm…”

Come on Porter just say it. Why am I not breathing? Is it hot in here? Why can’t I just speak? My heart is hammering. What the fuck is going on?

“Bette as riveting as that statement was I’m not sure it constitutes a reason to call my room. Whatever it is don’t worry I’m sure we can talk later. See you in a few.”

She hung up on me. How could she hang up on me before I had the chance to cancel? Now what? I’ll just go stay for a little and then slip out. It’s not like anyone will notice. I doubt they really even want me there. I’m hardly the life and soul at these things. I am such a social incompetent this one appearance will be enough to not get invited to any gatherings in the foreseeable future.

Right then Porter, pull yourself together get dressed, get in, get out and don’t do any thing stupid. Pulling on a pair of faded jeans that bordered on being to tight I actually believed nothing would go wrong.

————————-Tina———————

I knew she had been trying to cancel and the pleasure I felt at being able to make her so nervous took me by surprise. I mean why should it matter I had that effect on scores of women and it never made me grin in this foolish way. Well Bette Porter whatever it was I am sure it will pass once I have you in my bed.