Previously

In reality Tina brought herself to orgasm as she thought of herself being sexually intimate with Bette. She rolled over onto her side and as she calmly lay there coming down on her way to sleep said to herself, “Damn if a dream is this good. I can only imagine how good it really could be. Maybe I am a dyke”. To that she smiled. Now that she has some release she could now drift off to sleep.

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Chapter 3

Saturday

There was only one thing on Tina’s mind when she woke the this morning. That would be the one and only Hot Sexy Long Legged Ms. Bette Porter. You know that they say that the last thing you think of before you fall asleep in usually the first think you think of in the morning. Well in Tina’s case the was so true.

She strengthen her arms over her head to rise herself from her sleep. She imagined Bette reaching out to her caressing her breasts and giving her a morning embrace. In reality she hugged herself. And thought’,’ Well a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do,’ thinking of herself in bed last night. “Well in reason that is” she said aloud to herself.

Tina usually woke early and got straight to her routine even though the events that she had to attend for her job or Eric’s for that matter, keep her out late many of the nights during the week. She would usually wake before the alarm would even go off. She detesting hearing it go off, so she rose just early enough to shut it off before it sounded, she always had. She found that she had to be rather disciplined in order to become as successful as she desired to be and at her age making it this far had been a wonder. Only in her early twenties and already heading up Production Development with Aphaville Studios. No one had ever made it that far that being that young. As a woman you usually had to sleep your way up or be diehard about her job. Of course others there were those who thought she screwed her way to the top. But fucking anybody and everybody was not some thing Tina was willing to do. And if even accused she would quickly yet politely put them in their place. But she could blow smoke up a man’s ass faster than he know what hit him. She would often have to prove them wrong for thinking she didn’t deserve her position. The smoke blowing grew out of the fact we women have far more words to speak than men general. She spoke and thought quicker than most of them could even keep up with. It was her gift. And she used it sparingly and only when necessary. Her other gifts were keeping calm under pressure and getting others to calm down as well as she was bt of a nurturer. These gifts would come in handy more in her personal life than she currently knew.