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    The Kennards

    “Sorry,” she said to me as she sat down.

    I nodded with a smile, still unable to speak. Then when I caught my breath, I said casually, “what are you in for?”

    “Carpool violation,” she said, “it’s stupid, I was only in there for a minute.”

    “By yourself?” I said chuckling.

    “Yeah, they sent me here to clear my record, but the cop was nice enough not to suspend my license,” she said, “what about you?”

    “I wasn’t so lucky,” I said with an exaggerated pout, “my license was suspended. I have too many speeding tickets.”

    “They suspended your license for that?” she said, “I thought they only did that for DUIs.”

    “Guess not,” I said, “I would never drink though. My sister is the one who’s famous for that.”

    “Yeah, I had a friend who almost died because of drunk driving, it’s terrible.”

    God it’s so easy to talk to her! “So what’s your name?”

    “Tina Kennard,” she answered extended her hand and shaking mine.

    “Bette Porter,” I said.

    “Nice to meet you, Bette,” Tina said.

    “Nice to meet you too, Tina,” I said, “and just so you know I’m pretty terrible with class, so I hope you’ll help me out.”

    “I have a terrible memory, maybe we can study together,” Tina said.

    “I like the sound of that,” I said, “I’m dying to drive again.”

    “How’d you get here?”

    “A friend dropped me off,” I answered, “but I don’t wanna have to call her to pick me up.”

    “Hey, it’s cool, I’ll take you home,” Tina offered.

    Perfect, just what I wanted.

    ………….

    ************

    “So where in West Hollywood do you live?” Tina said as she drove out of the parking lot.

    “Near the city,” I answered.

    “Traffic is terrible there, no wonder you got speeding tickets,” Tina laughed.

    “People drive like idiots, the light’s green and they won’t fucking move, so I cut them off and drive ahead, or I speed through yellow lights.”

    “Yellow means slow down,” Tina teased.

    “Well, to me it means speed up.”

    “And do you do the California stops?”

    “What is that?” I said glancing at her.

    “Oh that’s right, most Californians don’t even know what that is,” Tina said, “it’s when you get to a stop sign and instead of stopping, you just kind of slow down the just go.”

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    1. Wow,that was hot, I liked the story, but what will happen with tina’s family, do they know that Tina is gay, will they accept Bette as her girlfriend? please update us ASAP, thanks ;)

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