“I’m going to go to the bathroom, try not to miss me too much,” Bette said to Tina with a wink before excusing herself from the table.  On her way back from the bathroom she was stopped by the priest.

“Excuse me Miss, could I have a moment of your time?” he asked politely.

“Sure.”

Bette went over the man who was sitting down on the couch. “May I ask what religion you are?”

“Well I was born a Catholic but I’m more spiritual than religious now.”

“And why is that?”

“To be honest, I don’t believe in the church as an institution. I believe in God and that if you good do things you will be rewarded but I just don’t think one should be told how to live their life. Everyone has a choice,” Bette said hoping she didn’t offend him.

“Well that’s an interesting way to think. It does explain why you are the way you are though.”

“Pardon me?”

“If you followed the rules of the church like you should, you wouldn’t be this way.”

Bette was getting a little agitated because she knew what this was all about. “And what way might be that be?”

“The ***** way,” he stated.

“The church can’t tell people who they can and cannot love.”

“Marriage is between a man and woman for a reason, to procreate. Homosexuality doesn’t work that way. What you have with Christina is wrong and you need to repent for your sins.”

Bette was now pissed off. “How can you as a priest lecture me about love when the only relationship you’re in is one with an idea? How can you lecture me about ***** when you’ve never had it? Oh but then there is the slight chance that you or one of your friends has had a little fun in the backroom with one of the alter boys. But apparently God wasn’t watching you that day so he never saw your “*****” actions. I’m sorry to sound offensive but I don’t think this conversation is appropriate at a funeral ceremony and you have a lot of nerve for attacking my lifestyle.” She got up and walked away, leaving the shocked priest dumbfounded by her remarks.

When Bette returned to her seat at the table, Tina could sense something was bothering her. “What’s wrong babe?”

“Well good old father anti-***** just tried to condemn me for being the way I am.”

Just then the priest walked over to Mrs. Kennard to say he would be leaving. “What did you say to him?” Tina asked.

“I just told him the way I feel about the church and priests. I guess I just hit him where it hurts.”

“Oh Bette, you’re going to *****,” Tina said with a laugh.

“Well at least you’ll be coming down with me.”

Tina pointed her finger at herself. “Me? Why would I be going to *****?”

“Because that’s where we ***** folk go. But then again, you might be too hot for *****.”

“Speak for yourself,” Tina said as she stood to help clear the table.  Once the food was put away and the dishes were cleaned, the family went their separate ways to their bedrooms.

“Mom!” Tina yelled as she followed her mother into her room. “Bette is not sleeping on a cot in the basement!”

“Where else is she going to sleep dear?”

“In my room.”

Mrs. Kennard shook her head. “You’re bed is too small for you let alone two grown women. Plus I’m still not so keen on the whole concept.”

“Whatever,” Tina said realizing she wasn’t going to win by talking to her mom. She changed into her pajamas and grabbed a pillow off her bed before going downstairs to the basement.

Bette was already laying down watching TV, when Tina came up behind her and covered her eyes. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

“Mmm really?”

“Yes and I’m going to have to punish you,” Tina seductively whispered in Bette’s ear.

The feeling of Tina’s breath on her flesh made Bette let out a soft moan. “So what are you waiting for?”

Tina took off the top she had just put on and said, “Who says I haven’t already started?”

TBC