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My One Special One – Chapter 22
My One Special One – Chapter 22
Previously…
Funny how two people some distance apart could be having somewhat parallel thoughts. At the very same moment somewhere in a smoky, low-lit bar the man with the penetrating eyes was sipping his vodka and orange juice and wondered for a brief moment why he was in this place. But then his ponderings and imaginings on how to extract Bette Porter from Tina Kennard’s world took over. The person sitting across from him just might be the one to help make his imaginings come to life. If that were so, it would make sitting in this crappy bar so early in the day worthwhile.
Working the night shift at Academy House had its benefits, the most important being he could sleep all freakin’ day long. Just the ticket to sleep off all that blow I’ve been doing. Damn that stuff is good. Makes my nose bleed a lot though…just as he wiped the already blood-stained tissue across his nose one more time, a hand smacked him across the back of his head.
“YO, come on, man, what the fuck did you do that for? You stupid fuck…” the scrawny night deskman grumbled as his face nearly hit the register sitting open on the desk. Then very quickly shut his mouth when he looked up and saw who it was.
“Hey, man…you scared me…what are ya’ doin’ here now?”
“I need a little more information.” The man softly replied.
“But you already got…”
“You want your supply or do you want to keep running your mouth?” This time it was softly said but with a vice grip at the back of the deskman’s neck, with enough pressure to make him wince in pain.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, man…you got some of that stuff with you?”
“Do you come on before she gets home?”
“Who…oh, her…yeah, most times. I’m here at 5:30. She’s some lawyer type, doesn’t get here until 6:30 or later sometimes.”
The deskman felt the grip on his neck loosen, but his eyes got wide as banjos when the man’s other hand reached around and laid a baggie half full of pure star spangled powder on the register.
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Never get on the elevator alone Just hope its a friend and not a foe. Just keep the two girls safe. thanks
Oh crap, Tina is going to get the sh*t scared out of her or get beat up bad. Either way she is in deep trouble. Is that not the way it usually is, people who bought their way into power have the most say on how your life is run. The other beings looking after Bette and Tina need to work over time until this crisis is over.
Oh shit hope thats Bob and hope nothing bad happen to her. Ok post soon please, thanks!
oh no! i hope it will be a friendly hand cause if not Tina is in big problem! this is so good!
shiznit.
oh crap….i know it only be a warning but it’s scary, i hope tina will get home to bette soon, they need each other
The creepy creeps suck. D=
i hope thats the cop Bob walking tina to her car… love this story but uts scares the hell out of me… knowing that there are assholes just like them walking around… please keep them both safe…
awe crap is right….if it’s the “hit” man I hope Tina has a black belt in karate and hits him 1 in his nuts.
Not much to say about this one, a bit boring, but creepy at the same time….post soon please :o))
Oh hell, who could that be, certainly hope it is Sheriff Bob and not the assholes. Give these girls a break.
HeyArceextl, Very omonous, It is quite creepy reading the stalker’s point of view. Completely realistic as the doorman take the bride then rationalizes that he isn’t doing anything wrong. So back to the court house, Scary monster seem to be roaming the halls of justice but I hope that Tina will continue to the the defender of the good and fair. Nice little segue to Bette as she started to worry about her lover. Please post soon to end the miosery of this cliffhanger. I just hope it is Bob or Pete bring something that Tina has forgotten and not anyone more dangerous. Thank you for this mysterious masterpiece. Your Loyal Fan.