Tina wasn’t sure how to feel about this she lay back on the bed rubbing her belly lazily.  Rosita was so different than Bette, and that was a very good thing right now.  The crux of this was Tina didn’t know if Rosita was ***** or not.  Tina‘d been working her way up to asking her but each time she did, she chickened out.  Tina sighed and then smiled. 

            She wasn’t going to ruin this great friendship with *****, if she was falling for Rosita it was going to be a long, silent crush.

*****

            Bette was sitting on the couch, staring at the flickering TV as a mindless info-mercial droned on about a vacuum food sealer.  She had been sitting there for hours, since night fall at least.  Now the sun was coming up and she was blurry eyed she reached over and found the bottle of Jack Daniels and took a small sip.  She almost dropped it as she put it back onto the table without a coaster something she would never have done before.

            Bette had been perfect, but no longer.  She was now the cheater the ***** and the low life that had screwed up the perfect relationship.  She’d messed up the perfect love.

            The bottle of Jack had been new at 7pm and now at 5am it was almost finished she had tried to drink herself into oblivion.  It hadn’t happened and she wished it had.  The replay of their lives together was sheer torture as she leaned against the pillow on the couch.

            Bette was about a week closer to getting fired, she’d called out sick most of the week, and yesterday they’d called to tell her that there was a meeting scheduled Monday morning.  James had told her that she’d better be there for it, it was end of the line time and she needed to go in there and wow them. 

            She could care less about work now, it was just a distraction.  It was bad enough that Candace had dumped her, her Mistress had dumped her, how pathetic was that?  She’d arrived at Candace‘s apartment on Thursday and Candace had opened the door, looked at her with disdain and closed the door on her.  She hadn’t even bothered to talk to her, she was a pathetic mess.  Even her mistress didn’t want her.