Tina woke up feel a bit more optimistic about life. She had come to terms with her demons throughout the night and was set on talking to Bette. She would explain the whole thing to Bette, apologize, and then hopefully there would be another heavy make-out session. She had it all worked out what could go wrong? So hurrying into the bathroom to freshen up, she waited on her brother to get up so she could ask him for a ride.

The shower had managed to briefly quiet Bette’s desires, but as she stared blankly at her sketchpad Bette felt the return of the insistent throbbing between her legs. Squeezing her thighs together subconsciously and squirming in her seat Bette gave up and admitted defeat. Reaching for her cell-phone Bette searched for a familiar number. Finding it she pressed the talk button and waited anxiously for an answer.

Bette: “Hello?”

Woman: “Hello, who is this?”

Bette: (emitting a sexy chuckle) “Who do you think it is?”

Woman: (recognizing the laugh) “Ooh, Bette, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Bette: (dropping her voice an octave) “hmm, I don’t know, you tell me.”

Woman: (deciding to tease Bette a little) “I don’t like guessing games, I have no clue, I’m very busy, so if you’re not going to tell me, how do you supposed I find out.”

Bette: (mildly horrified, and missing the playful tone in the woman’s voice) “Oh come on Carmen cut the shit, don’t be an asshole about it, you said if I ever want…”

Carmen: (cutting Bette’s tirade short) “Damn Bette calm down, I was just fucking with you, don’t worry about it, I’ll be over in about an hour, alright? OK, see you then sexy.”

Hanging up the phone Bette sat back in her chair visibly pleased with her self. For a minute there she thought she had lost her Porter charm, getting turned down by two women in less than 24 hours was definitely not her style. Although it had been a while since she had called Carmen she had expected her offer to remain good. She and Carmen had dated back in sophomore year; they only lasted for a month. Bette ended up cheating on her three weeks after they started dating, it really had hurt Carmen, but the sex between them had been outrageous. So good in fact that despite Bette’s in fidelity Carmen had agreed that they could forever remain “Friends-with-Benefits”. So anytime Bette need to relieve some tension and wanted to avoid the terrors of dating, or courting she would call up Carmen, and like a true sport she would show up every time and offer her services. Placing her hands behind her head Bette though out loud, “Ms. Kennard you have been “Next”. ‘’