…-*The Accident*-…

When Tina left Bette’s office she felt light headed, and extremely joyous. Never before had any man or woman had this kind of effect on her. She was a little frightened but sure of herself and of Bette all the same. Tina walked to her vehicle and opened the driver door to hear a yelp of pain and an sickly sounding thud. She looked around to notice that a jogger had fallen down on the sidewalk and was currently swearing indignantly while scrambling to get to grips. Tina wandered over to the jogger slowly for fear of being cussed at.
    “Are you okay?”Tina spoke loudly enough to be heard after she cleared her throat which in it self got attention from the female jogger as she scrambled around to see her. The woman looked to be in her early 20′s with long brown hair tied back in a pony tail and a longer thinner face. She had kind brown eyes that were now filling with tears as her lip trembled.
    “No!” The woman yelled. Tina, slightly taken aback, walked a little closer as the distressed brunette sat down on the curb and held her head in her hands.
    “Mind if I ask what’s wrong?”  Tina asked as she swiped her hands under her as she sat down beside the woman.
    “I’m just having a really bad day.” The woman replied. Tina nodded her head feeling empathy since she too had had days when she felt like breaking down in the middle of the street. She never actually did but still, feeling like it was enough. Tina looked around her surroundings and noticed a Starbucks was close by, she placed a caring hand on the woman’s shoulder and sighed.
    “Would you like to go for coffee?” The woman looked up at Tina with surprised eyes and slowly nodded. Tina smiled and helped her up, then they walked to the coffee shop. Once the woman was composed enough to speak she introduced herself as Dana Fairbanks, a tennis player. Tina felt an attraction to Dana but not a romantic attraction by any means. She felt secure in the fact that Dana could be a good friend.
    “So tennis is your full time job?” Tina asked surprised as she sipped her coffee. Dana nodded her head as she placed her folded hands on the table.
    “It’s my full time job, how about you?” When Dana spoke her eyes lit like candles in a darkened room. She had an almost childish enthusiasm that Tina found endearing.
    “I’m a movie producer.” Dana looked agog as she spoke.
    “Well I feel a little intimidated.” Tina laughed aloud.
    “Don’t feel like that, I’m human too you know, and it’s not like I have produced major blockbusters, I’m still only starting out.” Tina explained. Dana nodded.
    “Me too, I’m no tennis pro, but I’m working on it.” Tina and Dana sat and chatted for another hour or so before they both decided to be on their way. Dana thanked Tina a million times for the kind gesture and in the end they exchanged numbers sure that they would do it again in the near future. Tina walked back to her car as she watched the woman jog off happily, then drove home. I’m the friggin’ boss, I can take some time for myself tonight… She said to herself in her mind. So she did. When she got home she talked on the phone with her sister and brother, then got into comfortable clothing and watched television. A simple act she very rarely had time to do anymore. It felt nice to relax without having to jump out of her skin every six minutes. When dinner rolled around she didn’t feel like cooking so she ordered a pizza. And as she munched on that she decided to call Bette. She picked up the phone then set it back down. Then picked it up again and dialed Bette’s number.
    “Hey, Bette speaking…” Tina’s heart jumped as she listened to Bette’s voice.
    “Hey Bette.” Tina said softly. Bette felt her knees become weak so she sat on her couch, holding her Chinese take-out container in one hand and the phone in the other.
    “How are you?” Bette asked as she turned off the t.v. and adjusted herself so she was comfortable.
    “I’m good now that I’m talking to you, how are you?” Tina replied as she picked up the pizza box from her lap and placed it beside her on the couch before she tucked her legs beneath her.
    “I’m the same…”Bette smiled.
    “How was work…,” Tina enquired only to hear a muffled yawn on the other end. “That fun huh?” Bette began to laugh.
    “Yeah, just a barrel of fun, so what are you up to?” Bette spoke as she ate some noodles.
    “Just sitting here with my large pizza and watching t.v…., what are you up to?” Tina replied only to hear Bette laughing.
    “Well I have about four Chinese take out containers in front of me and I’m on the couch, was watching t.v. a couple minutes ago.” Tina found humor in the fact they both were doing the same thing and giggled to herself.
    “We are two very sad women,” Tina stated as she picked up another piece of pizza. She heard Bette laugh and then become quiet. “Penny for your thoughts Miss. Porter?” Tina said softly as she listened to Bette’s even breathing on the other end.
    “You’re going to think I’m crazy.” Bette stated.
    “I have a very limited party of things and people who I classify as crazy, for example, the rainbow vagina mural, I classify that as crazy, so please, try me.” Tina teased and she thought she could almost feel Bette’s warm smile in close proximity.
    “I went to the store and picked up a few things, but then I left in a rush to get home with my take out and forgot to get some dessert… You treated me for lunch Tina, let me buy you dessert.” Bette stated as she closed her eyes and waited for Tina’s reply.
    “Uhmm…,” Bette felt her heart drop as she heard the ‘Uhmm’ of doom but her spirits were instantly lifted as Tina uttered the following phrase. “Does where we are going permit fuzzy slippers….” Bette grinned from ear to ear.
    “Yes, where we are going permits fuzzy slippers…. but little Sally I’m afraid you are going to have to leave your teddy bear at home…” Bette teased. Tina laughed and Bette felt elated.
    “I’ll pick you up in 20 minutes.” Bette stated.
    “I’ll see you then.” Tina said as she hung up the phone and as she got up to put the pizza back in the kitchen she muttered in good humor ‘Little Sally my ass…’