“Well when that is all said and done—give me a call.”

“I’ll do that,” Bette reached down and grabbed Tina’s hand. Tina smiled at Bette and entwined her fingers with Bette’s.

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“I’m a little nervous Al. I don’t know if I’m ready to take on Kournikova.” Dana raked her fingers through her hair.

“This is your big comeback Dana. You have to do this babe. This is your time.” Alice kneeled in front of Dana and grabbed her hands. “I’m going to be your biggest cheer section sitting in that front row.” Dana cracked a smile.

“Thanks babe,” Alice kissed Dana’s hand and rubbed it.

“Is your mother coming?”

“She doesn’t even know about it, except for dad and Howie. Dad and Howie are coming to see the match.”

“Well this big match of yours is tomorrow lil’ lady. Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Dana—are you ready?”

“Yes.” Alice stood up.

“I can’t hear you! Are you ready Dana Fairbanks?”

“Yes!” Dana stood up from the bed, and she laughed.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Dana wrapped her arms around Alice’s waist and pulled her close.

“What would I do without you?”

“You would probably go insane.” Alice smiled.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Dana pulled Alice into a soft kiss.

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“So Moira—what do you want to do with your life?” Erica moved a piece of Moira’s hair out of her face.

“I don’t know—I always like working on computers. I just like working on cars for a hobby.”

“Have you ever tried getting a job working on computers?”

“I did, but I didn’t get the job because of the guy who did the interview was a dick.”

“Was it because of the way you looked?”

“Yeah, so I didn’t get the job because I didn’t want to deal with people like him.”

“Well that was a good choice,” Moira smiled and wrapped her arm around Erica. “Are you going to get back into working with computers?”

“Yeah, I’m helping Alice with her website called The Chart.”

“The Chart?”

“It’s a site that shows a chart of women having relations with other women.”

“Having relations? That’s a good way to say it.” Erica scooted closer to Moira in the bed.  

“It was nicer than saying that it shows a chart of women fucking other women.”

“Well I guess so.” Moira smiled and looked at Erica. Erica looked at her and bit her bottom lip. Moira leaned forward and kissed Erica softly. Erica pulled away. “I thought we were supposed to wait.”

“Do you want to wait?”

“No,” Erica kissed Moira passionately and pulled her closer to her body. Moira rolled Erica on her back and ran her hands down Erica’s body. She ran her hands up her shirt and palmed her breasts. Erica moaned softly against Moira’s lips, and Moira pulled away. Moira buried her head in Erica’s neck and attacked her skin. Erica ran her fingers through her hair and licked her lips.