Bette:  “Yeah your mother wanted to discuss something with me.  But trust me I didn’t breath a work about last night.  It would be dumb for me to.”

Samantha:  “yeah I didn’t say anything either.  I didn’t even write it in my diary.  Just in case.”

Bette:  “Smart girl”

Samantha and Bette stood there staring at each other.  It was clear to Bette that Samantha wanted to go another round.  Bette was reluctant but knew she couldn’t say no.  Samantha knew this and took off her shirt and she walked into the bed room.  Bette followed.

This fling went on for the rest of the summer.  Bette and Samantha got a thrill out of knowing something everyone else had no idea about.  Even at the party no one was the wiser.  Bette was beginning to become attached to the young girl.  Bette’s days were boring and hum drum but her nights were filled with steam and passion.  Samantha’s youth ignited a fire in Bette that had been out for some time.

September rolled around and it was time for Samantha to leave for Julliard.  They had a final night with each other.  Samantha stayed over and lay in Bette’s arms.  She cried herself to sleep that night.  The next morning Bette went to say goodbye to Samantha as she was leaving for the air port.  She hugged Samantha and gave her that knowing look then said good bye. 

They called and emailed for a while after Samantha had left.  Her freshmen year Samantha made a point to spend at least one night of her break with Bette.  Overtime though the called began to have large gaps in between them and the emails stopped.  Bette received a letter from Samantha during her sophomore year.

Bette,

            How are you?  I’m fine.  You remember that guys Tom I told you I met?  Well things with him are going really well.  We see each other all the time.  He’s beginning to mean a lot to me.  I’m not quite sure what I’m trying to say.  The time that we’ve shared has meant a lot to me.  You made me a woman.  You helped me put my curiosities to rest and I’ll always remember you for that.  Thank you for treating me as an peer and not a child.  I wish you well in everything that you do.  Send Angelica my love.

                                                                                                Sincerely,

                                                                                                Sam

That was the last email Bette received from Samantha.  Her family moved east to be closer to her soon after.  Bette never heard from or saw Samantha again.  But Bette will always remember those summer nights with the young girl across the street.

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