Tina: (not allowing Bette to finish) “No you don’t get it, yeah you were right about me not doing that sort of thing before, but its not like that, I like you, you made me feel something I never felt before, I felt alive with you, like this was real, like I was real, Look I don’t expect you to understand. I just wanted to let you know, I like you a lot, and I wanted to know were this might go.”

Bette: (standing there dumbfounded) “Fuck.”

Tina: (feeling utterly rejected) “Look I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here, I don’t know what I was think…”

And with that Bette covered her mouth with her own and silenced her retreat. Cradling the back of Tina’s neck Bette tried to deepen there already fatally intense kiss. Feeling an electric shock travel through her body Tina lost all control of her self-restraint. Placing her hands on Bette’s shoulders she pushed her way into Bette’s home and backed her up against the window to the right of the door frame, their lips never separating. Their tongues dueled violently both trying to take control of the kiss, pulling back slightly Tina opened her eyes and looked intently at Bette’s face. ‘God she’s beautiful’ she thought to herself, ‘and she wants me’ that thought further possessed Tina as she delved back in to her soon to be lovers mouth. Dragging her mouth along Bette’s jaw line Tina began her intense appraisal of her neck. Kissing and sucking near her throat then flicking her tongue quickly below her ear. Bette grunted softly, the sound sent shivers down Tina’s spine as she once again surprised herself by becoming more turned on. ‘Damn what she does to me’ she thought to herself, needing to feel more of Bette she slipped her hand under her “Wife-Beater” and began to draw small circles around Bette’s nipple. Bette was so caught up in the moment she hand totally forgotten about calling Carmen, let alone that it was nearing the time that she said she would show up. Carmen stood on Bette’s front porch watching the whole scene unfold. She knew she shouldn’t be watching but something kept her there, starring into the window of her past/part-time lover. The envy began to rise up in her throat and she felt like she would vomit. Bolting off the porch she made her way to her car and sped off. ‘Fuck Bette Porter who the hell does she think, she is.’