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    The Christmas Gift

                “So?” the woman brought Tina back to reality.

                “Oh, right. She’s so cute, Maggie. So caring and sweet” she admitted and blushed, “My God”

                “It seems you’re falling for her, am I right?” the old woman smirked.

                “God, Maggie, I don’t know. I just… it feels so right with her, you know?” she smiled, but somehow Maggie could see that something was bothering her.

                “So why are you afraid?”

                “I don’t know, Maggie. I mean… she’s a woman, I’ve never been with a woman before. What if this is just a momentary thing? I don’t want to bring Angelica too much pain. It already happened with Marcus” she said with sorrow in her eyes.

                “I can see where you’re coming from, baby girl. But, listen to this old woman, don’t ever deny yourself of happiness because of your fears” she patted her knee. She thought about telling her about Marcus and that he was there just a few days before, but decided not to bring him in the conversation, since she realized Tina didn’t know he was in town.

    The blonde took a deep breath, “Yeah, I think you’re right”, then Angelica interrupted them as she entered the room, “Mommy, I want to buy Bette something for Christmas, can I?”

                “Sure, baby” Tina’s eyes spurting sparks of joy, “Let’s go!”

                It was eight o’clock, and Bette was still sitting at her desk, working at something when James, her assistant entered the office, “Uh, sorry Miss Porter, I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas, I’m going home”

                “Sure, James” she smiled tiredly, “Merry Christmas”

    The woman leaned back in the chair and whispered to herself, “Merry Christmas”. Then something occurred to her… “Oh my fucking God. Presents! I need to buy presents!” she quickly grabbed her suitcase and rushed out her office. After accomplishing her mission, she was finally home. It was late and she was sitting on the living room floor, trying to assemble a dinosaur skeleton model, when she sensed someone looking at her. It was Tina, who was now standing by the door frame with a smile on her face, “Hey there, Santa”

                “Hey!” she smiled back, as she was trying to match two pieces of the skeleton.

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    1. Finally finished reading and a promise is a promise. Like I told you when we twitted, I’ve been following you for sometime. I’ve always liked your writing style. You have been one of my favorites. Your writing’s awesome and your stories make me feel right there w/ your characters. you have made me cringe with your teasing when it seems to be the end of our gals relationships! Then….bam!..you get them together. What a effing tease you are BetteOPorter! love it…keep us guessing and reaching for the Kleenex…don’t stop writing…glad you liked my ‘gift’ via utube.~~keep up your great work BOP!!!…..kingg(as you can see, this gal is an Elvis freak!)

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