“I’ll leave the room if you’d like, watching the carpet munchers convention is not my idea of foreplay.”  Came a voice from behind Bette.  Bette jumped, aghast that someone else was in the room.

            He sat on a chair, his legs crossed and his right arm up, relaxed as his green eyes studied her quickly.  He raised an eyebrow and got up from the chair. 

            “Umm.  Bette Porter, Brian Kinney.” 

            “The CAC director?”  She nodded, who was this gorgeous creature of a man?  His eyes lit up like spotlights as an idea seemed to overtake him.

            “We should have it there Tina, in the middle of the Provocations exhibits!  ***** make those ***** and ***** bores eyes pop out of their ***** heads.”  He exclaiimed and Bette glanced at Tina.

            “The actors would love it…”  Tina thought, biting her lip.  She could see how it would work, adding some of the shows most intimate scenes into the Provocations exhibits. 

            “Could someone please fill me in?”  Bette asked, still trying to regain her balance.  She took long deep breaths, but nothing was helping.

            “Cross promotion for that Showtime show, Earthlings?”  Tina offered, taking Bette‘s hand and smiling at her.  She was pop culture illiterate, this Tina knew.

            Brian scoffed at the idea of ***** people on TV being portrayed correctly; it was never going to happen.

            “Has to be better than ***** as Blazes.  *****, I have a dinner date.  I’m at the Bel Air, call me in the morning I’ll talk to the board of the CAC.  We have two days Tina.”  He stepped out of the room, feeling a slight distaste on his palate, he hated seeing dykes kissing.

*****

            Sam finished up her paper work, and left the hospital, still in her blue scrubs.  She drove to the Planet and saw Brian sitting outside.  Of course he’d be sitting outside, he wants to be seen.  He was built that way, wired that way.  She had fucked a few guys, and all of them had been good looking, but Brian was something else to behold.