Tina was also thinking back to earlier days as she sat at a table at The Planet waiting for Bette. Shed been so girly when they had first got together, used to fending off men, and waiting to be invited out. She was ashamed to realize that while she had always considered herself a liberated woman, she had never asked a man out. Never asked anyone out at that point. Thank goodness Bette had taken the initiative way back then.

Hey Tina, its Bette Porter. Tina thought how ridiculous she was, identifying herself like that. As if she had any doubt who was on the end of her phone.

I was wondering if you would have dinner with me tonight. Bette sounded confident and *****, but with just a little nervousness.

It had been a week since she had ended things with Eric, and she was beginning to wonder if Bette would call. Maybe she should have contacted Bette. But Bette had said she would ring her, and Tina was totally unfamiliar with the dating patterns of lesbians. Was she a ***** now? OK, so the way her brain could barely function for more than ten minutes without straying to Bette Porter and her beautiful body, stunning features and magnetic personality might indicate a preference for the ladies, but maybe she was bisexual? Did Bisexuals date in different ways to ***** people? Well, there was the obvious, but when it came to dating etiquette, Tina felt unprepared, and rather uncertain.

Bette had captivated her, with one kiss she was hooked. Yes, it was true, Eric was never going to be the love of her life, but Tina had surprised herself with the alacrity in when she had dumped him. She wanted this chance with Bette, and wanted to be free to explore it.

However, waiting for her call had been torture. Tina had wondered several times whether Bette was really interested, or just toying with her. Maybe the kiss had been just a kiss for her?

What a relief to be interrupted from a terminally dull action movie script by her call.

Erm, Id love to Bette, she stammered out. Where and when?