"Now back to my earlier question," Bette said as she turned off her Saab and opened the convertible top so they could see the view. Bette had connections that granted her access to the L.A observatory that overlooked the entire city, so Bette had parked up at the top of the road where they could sit comfortably and enjoy the scenery.

"Yes?" Tina said nervously already knowing the question she was referring to.

"Why did you let that girl dominate you so easy?" Bette said.

Tina shook her head, "I don’t know, I’ve always been that way."

"Like with your parents and ex girlfriends?" Bette asked.

"My dad treated us like slaves sometimes, and my daughter’s father, God rest his soul, used to be very controlling," Tina said, "I’ve only ever had one girlfriend and I wasn’t with her long enough to know if she would have controlled me."

"Hmm, well Tina my dear, there’s a difference between being dominated and being controlled," Bette said.

"And what is that?" Tina asked.

"Well someone who is being dominated has willingly submitted to the other person, allowing that person to do what they want to them because that’s what they want," Bette said, "there has to be enough trust so that the dominator knows exactly what the submittor wants. And someone who is controlled, is someone who is forcibly dominated without the will or consent."

"Are you a dominatrix or something?" Tina asked.

Bette laughed heartily making Tina’s heart skip a beat. What a beautiful sound.

"No, I am not a dominatrix," Bette said calming her laughter, "I am a dominating person, but I never dominate anyone who doesn’t want to be dominated."

"You’re a very intriguing person Bette Porter," Tina said, "you’re a dominant person but then you question my reasons for submitting."

"That’s because no one should have the right to dominate you so easily," Bette said, "I just met you and I can already see that you’re a jewel. No one should have the honor to dominate you so easily, it should be someone who’s special to you, someone who you trust and love."

Tina blushed, "that’s very kind of you, but I’m not that big of a deal."

"I beg to differ," Bette said leaning forward, "you’re the first woman in months that I’ve actually wanted to date. To tell you the truth I’ve always been kind of a player, but with you it’s different."