I was starting to feel a little bolder after a few drinks. I really cannot hold my alcohol and tend to be a bit brash when I have had a bit.

“So Tina why is it that someone as health and young as you, or Alice for that matter insist on poisoning not only yourselves but other with those cancer sticks huh?”

“I like them Bette but I could quit if I had a reason to.”

“I bet you couldn’t.”

“What do you bet me Bette?”

“I bet you can’t go the six weeks until the horse of the year show in London without a fag.”

“And if I manage this what do I get?”

“Well you will never do it so you pick.”

“Ok if I go the full six weeks the you have to go out for dinner with the night of the riders dance and attend the party as my date.”

“Fine. If that’s all you want. What do I get if you don’t make it?”

“I am very confident Bette so if I fail, which I wont, you can have the foal that was born last month back home. Orwell’s first foal.”

After that it all becomes a little blurred.

———————Dana——————–

They shook on it and everything and four witnesses said that these two women had just made a Bette that I knew neither of them would have an easy time paying out on but would both be to proud to back down from.

As I carried Bette back to her room and laid her on the bed pulling her boots of and leaving water and paracetomol on the cabinet near her head I smiled to myself. If this was just the beginning then I had high hopes for the entertainment these two would provide the rest of us mere mortals before the faced up to the fact that sometimes you just fell in love.

Wit that I went to find Alice. God I had missed her. In the last week. My days of living the life I used to shagging and seducing my way round the tour with Tina were over as I made my way back to the room I would share with her tonight and for as many nights as she would have me.