Bette: Okay and the reason you didn’t fuck the next four days my dear rehabing friend is?

Alice: Let’s see…hmm she shows up at like three in the morning at my place when I’m already sleep, and then runs off in the middle of the night to her cryptic phone calls from what I can only assume is a holy crusade from Father Joe or Van. God!

Bette: Calm down or I’ll bitch slap some sense into you again.

Alice recoiled and held her hands up in defense.

Alice: Okay so I crashed over there last night cause Jenny and Marina slept here…only guess what…Dash stayed over and Shane’s on the fucking rag. I swear over night I became a serrogate parent and its cool and all its just I needed time to adjust she’s not a kid but not an adult, are you sure you want to pop out a kid now that things are good Porter?

Bette: Uhm…did she tell you that?

Alice: Huh?

Bette: Did she say Al I can’t fuck tonight I’m on the rag cause that’s not what stopped Shane last night.

Alice: What do you mean? How would you know?

Bette: Okay…Think about it Alice… Shane’s a giver, and a stone-cold top until she settled with you…HER being on the rag wouldn’t stop HER from fucking you, so something must be going on. Talk to her … your lines must have gotten crossed, she must have said something like not tonight… or tonight’s not good. But I’m sure she didn’t tell you she’s on the rag.

Alice: I guess I must have misunderstood. FUCK! Bette I swear to God if I don’t get laid soon I’m gonna die.

Bette: Why? You’ve gone a hell of a lot longer without sex.

Alice: Yeah, but not when its standing right in front of my face or laying right next to me, besides pretty soon, I’m gonna be knocking on mother nature’s door.

Bette reached across the table causing Alice to flinch, but placed her hand on top of Alice’s.

Bette: Talk to her.

Alice: I will. I’m learning from my mistakes…slowly.

Bette: In the mean time, I will try to help get her to you tonight.

Alice raised a skeptical eyebrow.