"Do you love her?" Mo asked Bette.

"Of course. I mean, I want the best for her, but we just don’t flow right anymore."

"So break up with her then."

Bette walks away, shaking her head, as though she’s just seen a ghost. "You know she won’t take that lightly."

"So what the fuck is she going to do? What is she some fucking stalker or something?"

Bette nods her head. "A big one. And she doesn’t seem like she will let me down easily."

"So a get a fucking restraining order then. You shouldn’t be all nervous like this. You make me worry."

Bette smiles and walks over to him. "You don’t have to worry about me lil bro." She taps his shoulder. "I can handle my self."

Mo smiles and follows her with his eyes. "i wish you could come out tonight."

"Me too…" Bette replies, looking out the window. "But you know how she is going to be if I’m not home when she is there."

"Fucking psycho for damn sure…" Mo shakes his head. 

"Babe, thats over ten curse words already. You know you’re going to have to ask GOD to forgive you for that."

"I know." Mo replies. "But, did you hear what she said?" Mo asked his wife, supporting her back with his hand.

"I  hear everything. And i know she’s your friend, but she will be alright. If she made it this far she can make it even farther. Have faith."

"I always do."

Closing Time

As Bette was shutting off the lights, Mo was setting the alarm.

"Sixty-seconds, Porter."

"I’m on it." Bette retrieves her bag from off the table and follows Mo outside. 

The two walk to the train. As they were waiting, Mo asked, "Hey, did you ever check out that lesbian chat site you were talking about?"

Bette shakes her head and replies, "No. I thought about it and it sounds desperate. I don’t need a friend that damn bad."

"Yeah, true. But, what ever happened to just having someone to talk to. Can’t hurt?" Mo, replies.

"True, true. But, I don’t need any bullshit right now. And I could definitely do without the drama. It’s not that type of party."

"I hear you. But, I think you should give it a shot. You never know. You might just find what you are looking for." Mo winks at Bette.

"Are you implying that i cheat let alone sneak around on my girlfriend?"

"No, no, no. I’m just saying live a little. We don’t do anything at work sometimes and the college will be closed for the summer. So..…"

"So, what?"

"So, start having fun. Give yourself a chance to splurge a little. At the sometime you get paid and you meet and chat with people. And back to your girlfriend with the whole cheating and being sneaking thing–it isn’t like she isn’t the one being sneaky. I don’t know if she’s cheating, but she damn sure isn’t faithful. If she was you wouldn’t be coming to work everyday with a sad face looking like you could use a good fuck." Mo gazes up at the sky, as though he thought god himself, would come down and smack him dead in his mouth "Sorry, sorry," He nods his head up and up. He then shyly gazes back over at Bette.  But…something isn’t right about that and you’re beautiful. Smile….geez!!!"

"Alright, Alright. I will give it a shot and see. And I will prove to you in the end that this was such a stupid idea."

"You won’t regret it. I’m sure of this."