The Saturday morning sun eventually woke Bette up. Lifting her head she wiped her cheek, the drool pool on the sheet was sticky. Stretching her legs Bette yawned and sniffed deeply, a warm yummy smell came from the kitchen. She stayed over at Tinas house, too drunk to drive home. Bette was reminded of this when she tried to get out of bed. The world swam and she sat down on the edge of the bed, the taste in her mouth horrific, and the floor was cold. Reaching down she pulled on Tinas Wiley Coyote slippers, an abomination really, and stumbled out in the kitchen where Tina was cooking. Hello Sleepyhead.Tina kissed Bettes forehead, avoiding her mouth which was like a sour gas well. Bette opened the fridge and took out the water pitcher, too lazy to get a cup she drank it down not noticing the spilling on her chest. Putting it back Bette noticed a small jar full of black stuff, curious she took it out and walked back to the table sitting down. Tina meanwhile flipped a pancake, a stack already done beside the oven on a plate. Looking at the label Bette tried to focus on the writing.caviar.something Bette never tried before even though it was always in her face. She took a sniff.not bad. Tina walked over and put a plate of pancakes in front of Bette. Absorbed with the jar Bette ignored the butter, syrupand instead took the knife and stuck it in the jar. Tina poured syrup on hers and wiped butter all over the fluffy flapjacks. Bette slathered hers with caviar, maybe it would help with the headache. Cutting a piece she took a bite.hmmmm.not too bad. Bette settled down, ignoring the slight ache on her behind where Tina had to pick out glass, and started to carve the pancakes up. Reaching into the jar she put more caviar on them. Bette glanced up for a second. Tina was staring at her. Bette went back to her breakfast. Meanwhile Tina didnt even want to ask.


The day was getting hot. Bette wiped her forehead and squinted into the sun. They were strolling down the street window-shopping. Feeling lazy and satisfied Bette dipped her spoon in and took another mouthful of caviar. She insisted on taking the jar with her despite Tinas protests that it was supposed to be a delicacy. It helped with Bettes headache and she didnt care about anything except getting rid of the hangover. Tina slipped a hand in Bettes arm, their shoulders and hips bumping from time to time as they walked down the street. It was strangely right, strolling down the street on a hot afternoon, chewing on caviar with her woman beside her. Bette smiled into the air, the heat making her neck perspire. Tina made the mistake of touching it and immediately pulled her arm back; wiping the Bettes sweat off her hand she took a step away. Bette looked at her, and then spotted an antique shopHey T lets go here. Tina took a step back further-Bette your breath is disgusting and you smell like fish. Shrugging Bette peered into the windowlooks like there is a lot of cool stuff in there T. Tina opened the door and when Bette stepped forward to come in she stopped her. No eating in the store. Bette stepped forward more and kissed Tina who tried to pull her head awayIll wait out here for you thenlaughing Tina disappeared inside. Turning around Bette leaned against a concrete pillar beside the store, dipping the spoon in she finished the caviar. Bettes stomach felt a little sick now and walking to the street garbage bin regretted eating it momentarily. Her headache was gone, which was a miracle, and Bette stretched feeling full. Suddenly a sound caught Bettes ears and turning around saw a slim black man on the other street calling herLady hey lady. She squinted in the heat and barked a curt what..are you giving out free hugs? Bette just looked at him.what? The man crossed the street and Bette got a good look at how desperate he was. Skinny, impossibly skinny, a blue cap on his head and impeccable dressed in jeans and tucked in a mans blouse. Bette could smell raspberry soap radiating from his squeaky clean skin. Are you giving out free hugs?….Strangely enough Bette was touched. Nodding she took out her hands from her pockets.the man stepped forward and hugged. Bette stiffened then unstiffened, slowly she hugged him back. She felt the man sigh deeply muttering.god I needed this all day. Breaking the contact he picked up his bags and briskly started to walk down the street, turning around and saluting her. Bette stared at him. Looking down she noticed something sticking out her pants pocket. Reaching down Bette took out the long chocolate bar that was hanging out. Apparently the man stuck it in there while hugging her. This was already a very strange day, leaning back into the pillar again Bette took a bite. Milk chocolate.


The laziness couldnt last all day and Bettes curt side was coming up. Walking briskly home she dragged Tina who was looking at the ***** video they rented. While Tina was in the antique shop Bette noticed an adult store on the other side of the street. Walking in there Bette was struck by how clean the place was, and how many videos there were. She walked down the aisles looking at them, a smile creeped on Bettes face and she closed her eyes and blindly picked one. But now walking back to Tinas apartment she felt the seconds slip away like so many dollars.Bette never was this lazy on Saturday. Sometimes she went in the gallery to work for a couple o hours. Getting inpatient she marched up to the door and punched in the number Tina gave her a while ago. Once in Bette tapped her foot, Tina was dragging her feet hot from the sun, clicking her tongue Bette turned around and walked up the flight of stairs. Suddenly a thought struck her, the absurdity of it delighted Bette. Slowly turning around she faced Tina was coming up behind. Tina was a little suspicious, after being so curt Bette had a little elf grin on her face.the suddenness of the change in demeanor made Tina frown. Bette ignored that and stepped closerTinataking her hands Bette whispered in Tinas ear.I want to shave your *****.