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    Tomorrow – Chapter Seventeen

    Story written on June 22, 2008 by Genner.
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    “It’s hard not to love you, Bette.”

    We all clasped our hands together, forming a human crush barrier. One activist, holding a megaphone, was shouting things. He seemed to be the leader. Next to him was a young man I recognised vaguely, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

    Then it hit me. Francis Bowry, the flower guy and the one who had replaced Marty, the one who wanted to know if I was gay. He was holding a sign that I couldn’t read and I was sure I didn’t want to.

    It took a while before everything was done and there were few activists left. Francis was amongst them. I went straight to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

    “What are you doing here?”

    “I am trying to stop this pervert pornography from being shown to -”

    “No, I mean it, what the hell? Delivering flowers, the day after you’re a receptionist? What is this? What are you trying?”

    “Francis here has a done a good job,” the man with the megaphone said. “He is of great value to us. This is not the first time this gallery shows this kind of expositions and it has to be stopped. We will bring this woman down. She is extremely dangerous. Have you got a family? Have you got kids, because-”

    “No,” Tina interrupted the man. “But I would be glad to have a family with the woman that is running this gallery!”

    The man looked confused.

    “This is Tina Kennard,” Francis said in a vile tone. “The girlfriend of Bette Porter.”

    A grin showed on the other man’s face. “Oh, so this is the one?”

    “Yes, she is the one.”

    Tina was about to ask what the hell they were talking about as they were called away and disappeared before she could open her mouth.

    She felt a familiar body snuggling up to her. She turned around and looked into Bette’s dark eyes.

    “Thank you so much, baby. Is everything okay?”

    “Yeah. I’m okay. It’s just… look, we’ll talk about it tonight. Want to come over?”

    “Why don’t you come over? Your stuff is at my place anyway.”

    “Yeah, okay.”

    “I love you sweetie.”

    “I love you too.” Tina kissed Bette quickly and said: “I have to get back to work now. I’ll come straight after. Expect me around 6.30.”

    “Everything will be ready.”

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