As planned everyone met at the Planet that night.  They were all celebrating the baby that was coming soon.  Everyone was thrilled.  Every was laughing and joking and having fun.  This wasn’t a real party for the occasion but hey people like to have reasons to get together.  A shower would be planned when they had some more concrete evidence that a baby was even on the way.

Bette:  “Thanks again for this party Kit.”

Kit:  “No problem baby girl.  I had to do something to give you time to get your foot out your mouth.”

Bette:  “Thank you.  I don’t even know why I even mentioned Tina.  That was so stupid.”

Kit:  “Yeah it was, but you were trying to speak of your experience.”

Bette:  “I guess.”

Kit:  “Harmony’s going to have to get used to the fact that you went through this already.  Even if it was with Tina.”

Bette:  “Your right but I can try to keep her name out of this has much as possible.”

Kit:  “Good idea.”

Shane came by shortly after.

Shane:  “Hey Bette, where’s Harmony?  I want to see the mommy to be.”

Bette:  “You know I have no clue.  She wasn’t there when I went home to change and she still wasn’t there when I left.  But she supposedly has some type of surprise for me.”

Shane:  “Oh well.  I’m going to get a drink.  Either of you want anything?”

Kit:  “I’m good.”

Bette:  “No thanks.”

Shane headed towards the bar and just then they noticed a slight difference in the women at the party.  They all seemed to be watching someone or something.  Some even stopped dancing momentarily.

Kit:  “What’s going on over there?”

Bette:  “I dunno.”

Just then the crowd parted and Bette saw her.  Harmony.  She was wearing a western style shirt that tied right under the bust and revealed her tight abs.  She had on super low cut jeans that stopped tastefully right at her pelvis bone.  They fit perfectly down through the thigh.  She had on cowboy style, knee high, stiletto boots that were a type of snake skin material and just the heal was a shinny metallic chrome.  Her long hair was curly and fell down her back which was a hugh contrast to her usual style of pony tail or bun.  The make-up she wore was flawless and looked like MAC was using her as a walking poster board.  D wasn’t too far behind her in a short, black, strapless dress.  It was cheek yet casual.  No one could take their eyes of them as they approached the table.