It was only a little bit pathetic that Bernie tuned into Little Yellow Radio FM only to hear the dulcet tones of her favourite radio presenter. Luckily her flamboyantly femme colleague shared a taste for the same voice so there was always an excuse to listen to the radio in the evenings. She and her co-presenter, Ric Griffin, did a great line in banter and an eclectic taste in music. Fleur was very happy their show was on the weekdays so she could go out on the weekends. She also claimed that Serena could read the Yellow Pages and make it sound seductive. Bernie was inclined to agree except that she kept it to herself.
She never gave the reason why her marriage broke up all those years ago. Just kept herself to herself and wasted time casting longing glances at all the unavailable women. Sometimes she'd think that that particular woman might be interested but then she bottled it. She had no way of telling who wanted what and she wasn't brave enough to find out. Serena did the late show and Bernie would often stay in with a glass of whiskey, listening to old songs and sad songs and slow soft songs with an occasional chart topper and wish that she could disappear into that world. It seemed so easy to fall in love in the music universe. She didn't even care for some of the songs, she just wanted to hear the presenting.
'Did you hear the way Campbell said touch me last night? I'd only just realised it was a song. Yes darling, let's, I said to the radio. I haven't heard that song since the 80's and that was tooooo heterosexual for my liking back then' said Fleur.
'Oh yes.' Bernie smiled. She YouTubed the video after the song was finished to recall how it went. Samantha Fox gyrating against gym buffed guys on stage were hardly the stuff of her dreams but on the radio it sounded great. And so did Serena introducing it.
'Bit risqué, even for the evening show.'
'One day you'll stop being a prude and admit that you like it when presenters get a little naughty.'
'I'm not! I just don't feel the need to talk about private matters.'
Fleur rolled her eyes.
'So Victorian.'
'Actually the Victorians were very naughty' Bernie protested, history geek that she was. 'They were just very strict about not being improper in public.'
'Oh! And are you so very Victorian Ms Wolfe? What hidden perversions do you have lurking behind closed doors?'
Fleur was delighted at the thought of her reserved colleague getting kinky in her spare time.
'None of your business.' Bernie couldn't help snorting with laughter. Fleur was a terrible flirt and loved being as saucy as possible to everyone. It was quite a shock to work in a managerial capacity with her and she had to adapt.
Fleur sniffed prissily.
'Puritan.'
She flounced off with a wink and Bernie sat back and laughed. Her co-lead was quite the mood lifter. It was possible she'd figured it out though. She should have by now, she was ridiculously sapphic. If so, she was being uncharacteristically tactful. But even so, Bernie wasn't ready to hit the gay bars with her. It felt too flashy for her. The thought of actually meeting someone like Serena Campbell made her fearful. And tingly. Fearfully tingly. She'd become such a hermit that she hadn't got a clue how to approach anyone anymore. Especially not women. She'd been trying to imagine Serena Campbell and had put off Googling reality just in case it didn't match up.
