“Are you sure about this?  I mean you just started this editor thing, you might learn to like it?”  Kit asked, seeing the distraught look on Alice’s face.  She shook her head no.

            “I’m dying of lack of oxygen in that office even with all the windows.  Either they let me go back to being a writer or I’m going to find something else.  Rolling Stone?  Radar?  I don’t care, but this being behind a desk and behind deadline all the time is killing me.  Not to mention its splintered my relationship with Dana.”  Bette look at Kit and Kit took a deep breath.

            “What is killing your relationship with Dana is that you’re not working at it Alice.  It takes a lot of work to keep love alive.  I know look what happened to me and Tina.  She slept with someone else in New York when she and Sam were there, it killed me.  But I know how she felt when I fucked around with Candace, it ripped me to pieces.  I now how love works, and it ***** hurts, and it’s a heck of a lot more work than you’ve put into your relationship with Dana.”  Bette said softly, taking Alice’s hand and holding it gently.

            “I know, I just things have really gone down hill since the wedding.”  Alice admitted softly, she couldn’t put that night behind her, the love of Sam and Shane, then the lust of the four of them, naked and sweaty in that room.  To much to drink and not enough common sense had made for a killer in a relationship.

            “You’re the one’s that fucked Jayden and Lara.”  Kit put in, and then she took a sip of her coffee when she got a set of dagger eyes from the both of them.

            “Did you have to bring that up?”  Bette said with a hostile voice.  Admonishing Kit with her look, and Kit shrugged.

            “Look I didn’t bop them ok, but that’s what’s really got a bee up her *****, and not Dana’s operation and not her job.”  Kit said, getting up and walking to the counter, touching Marina’s arm as she passed her partner by.