“Naw, she’d just have done that jaw dropping thing and drooled for a fill two minutes until one of use closed her mouth for her.  Oh, oh, she’s coming over here!  Shane, you so still have your mojo, girl,” replied Alice.

            Shane just smiled, watching the blonde moving to them.  A cup of coffee dangling from her fingertips.  Long legs carrying her quickly to the table.  “Don’t ah know you?” said the blonde to Jenny with a hint of an accent.

            “Um, I’m Jenny Schecter,” answered Jenny.  Sitting up straight, hiding the smile that was brimming on her lips.  Shane might have her mojo, but Jenny had a best selling novel.  The blonde woman took the extended hand, shaking it quickly.

            “That you are, you didn’t tell me you had famous friends, Shane,” the blonde said to a broadly smiling Shane.

            “Everyone, this is Bree Braverman, she gave me a ride,” said Shane.  Shane didn’t elaborate on the rest of what had happened in the last few months.  She was sure that would come later, when she was ready.

            “I’m Bette Porter,” offered Bette.  Bree took the outstretched hand, smiling. 

Bette felt the warm grip, and her breath was caught in her throat.  Her touch was sensual, graceful.  She pulled away slowly, letting her fingertips graze the inside of Bette’s hand.

            “Alice Pieszecki, I’m famous too,” began Alice, pulling Bree’s attention away from Bette.  Bree nodded.

            “Heard ya radio show,” countered Bree.  “Much to lesbian for me, no offence.”

            “Um, none taken,” said Alice, crestfallen.  Great, a straight girl, Shane had befriended a straight woman.  What had the world come too?

            “Was nice meeting y’all.  I have to be going.  Ah’ll see ya soon, Shane,” said Bree.  Quick strides took her away from the table.  Bette watching her leave with interested eyes.  The table began to talk, but Bette didn’t hear them, instead she watched Bree stop at the door, taking her cell phone out, speaking into it….

            “Bette….,” said Shane, snapping her fingers in front of Bette.

            “Yeah?”

            “Oh someone is sooooooo taken with the blonde bombshell, Shane, where did you meet her?” asked Jenny.  Still always the interested novelist.