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" A View From A Tower" by flairforthedramatic
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I thought that feeling was invented for effect in movies and books but I didn't think it was real. Not until she kissed me.
Alice: So what happened next?
Bette: Um, she invited me in and I eagerly followed. I wasn't even thinking about Drew. It's like he didn't even exist. I know that sounds awful but it was true. Anyway, I followed her in and the next thing I knew we were on her couch.
Alice: Porter don't you dare leave out a single detail.
Bette smiled at her quirky friend.
Bette: I sat on the couch and she took her place next to me. She told me I was beautiful. She also told me that she had been watching me in that museum for months. I had no idea. All I knew at that moment was that I needed to kiss her again.
Alice: So you did?
Bette: SO I did.
Alice: And...
Bette: And we made love. All night.
Alice: Details!
Bette: Al, you are the only one I've ever told this too! Baby steps.
Alice: Ok, ok.
Bette: Anyway I woke up in her arms, in her bed the next morning. It was the first time that I slept with someone and didn't want to get up and run away. I wanted to stay just like that with her for the rest of my life.
Alice: What happened?
Bette: She got up to make coffee and I threw on my clothes. I went into the living room and looked around. I wanted to know everything about her! So I glanced at her art books and the novels she had strewn on the coffee table. We had a lot in common.
Alice giggled.
Alice: More than you knew!
Bette: Indeed. So I made my way over to the fireplace and took a look on the mantle. She had pictures from side to side. I looked at them all closely, but one caught my eye. It was a family photo with Drew smiling in the background. I almost screamed.
Alice: Where was Monica?
Bette: Still in the kitchen. She heard me gasp though and ran out. She followed my gaze and saw what I was starring at.
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Monica: That's my big brother, Drew.
Bette: Brother?
Monica: Uh huh.
Bette: I hafta go.
Bette grabbed her jacket from the arm of the couch and threw it over her arms.
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