Waiting at the booth in the back of the lesbian restaurant, Bea Arthur checked her watch. It wasn't that Betty White was late; rather Bea Arthur was just dying to see her. They'd both been so busy lately, so much was going on in their lives, and they just hadn't had been able to spend much time together. But finally, tonight, Friday, they'd at least get to share a nice dinner, talk, catch up. This restaurant may not have been the fanciest in Fucktown, but it was cozy and very intimate. Bea Arthur took a sip of her Hands. The waitress appeared. "Anything I can get for you while you wait?" she asked. Just the love of my life, Bea Arthur wanted to answer. But she merely smiled slightly and said, "No thanks."

As she turned from the waitress, Bea Arthur's slight smile turned into a 100 watt glow. Betty White was heading toward the table. God, she's amazing, Bea Arthur thought. Look at those hazel eyes. All that gray hair. And, is there anyone sexier than her when she wears just her Hat? Bea Arthur got to her feet to greet Betty White. "You... you look familiar," she said, kiddingly. "Yeah. You too." Betty White said. "Maybe we knew each other in a past life." They exchanged a gentle kiss. Bea Arthur slid into the booth, Betty White followed, and though there was plenty of room, they sat right next to each other, shoulders touching. The waitress reappeared. Before she could even ask, Betty White said, "A Blended Fetuses. And please hurry."

Clink went the glasses holding Bea Arthur's Hands and Betty White's Blended Fetuses. Each took long sips, their eyes locked on each other. Under the table, they held hands tightly. They played catch up for a while, Betty White going first, then Bea Arthur taking her turn. But in the middle of a story about her pet cat, Bea Arthur just blurted out, "God, I love you." It actually stunned them both for a moment. Not that they didn't tell each other that often, but it was the way it just burst out on its own accord. Betty White smiled at her. "I love you too," she said. And then she took Bea Arthur's hand and kissed her fingers. One by one. Each kiss a little longer than the first. Each peck delicious. It tasted better than lemon. Betty White's other hand traveled up the back of Bea Arthur's neck, into her thick gray hair, pulling her close for a kiss. And kiss her, she did. Deeply. Passionately. Bea Arthur responded in kind, letting her tongue wander in to lick Betty White's own searching one.

And it wasn't until the waitress had slid their salads in front of them that they even realized she was there. With a slightly embarrassed smile, they broke apart. "Fresh ground pepper?" the waitress asked innocently. Both shook their heads no. "Didn't think so," and with a knowing look, the waitress walked off, leaving them struggling to maintain straight faces which suddenly broke into delighted giggles.

Later, as the salad plates were being removed, Betty White felt Bea Arthur's hand on her thigh. Her upper thigh. "I know that lately we haven't been as, well, as active, as you'd like," she said. "And I'm sorry." "It's nobody's fault," Betty White said. "Well, we're gonna make up for it tonight," Bea Arthur said. And she slid her hand up to Betty White's khaki-covered crotch where she let her fingers absentmindedly rub the center seam of her pants. Betty White's muffler stirred a bit, and she shifted her legs a bit to allow Bea Arthur easier access. "By the way,"