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A Sort of Calling
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”Don’t ever expect a doctor to say, ’business is good’ though. We think of ourselves as healers and don’t talk about the money we make doing it. At least the ones I admire don’t.”
Leaving our riding boots by the front door we continue in our stocking feet past my kitchen, den and down a long hallway to my bedroom.
”Another fireplace,” she says, crossing the room to investigate, but stops instead at the roses I’d bought, cupping their blooms in her hands she seems momentarily lost in thought.
”Bette, do you mind if take a minute to freshen up?”
”Of course.” I kiss her lightly on the cheek. ”Take your time. I’ll be back the way we came.”
I’m halfway down the hallway when my home security OS says, ”Dr Porter, Cassie is at the front door. Would you like me to connect you?”
On a security panel in the kitchen is Cassie’s face, rounded into a fisheye by the camera lens. I beat my forehead one, two, three times against the wall.
”Connect,” I grimace, while saying it.
”Doctor Porter, I’m so sorry to bother you at home, but you’d better come out here.”
In my stocking feet, on the cold pavement of my driveway, I hear a rustling in the shadows and the woman intelligence operative, who’d questioned me with her team and then, secretly summoned me to Room 303, appears from the bushes.
In rapid fire, Cassie begins to explain, ”When I tell you she would not leave me alone, demanding to know where you were, for me to get in touch with you…and you know, I’d never give anyone your private number!”
”It’s true,” the woman in black says. ”I need to see you,” and gesturing to Maria’s beat up Volvo she adds, ”Hm, so this is where she is. Good. I’ve got both of you.”
”I don’t like the feeling of being tracked down or got,” I sneer, while planting both hands on my hips in a show of resistance, that fades into the chilly night. ”Alright, come inside.”
Cassie edges backwards toward her car and the surety of escape. ”Do you really need me, Doctor? I’ve got six more pink hats to knit before tomorrow’s march.”
”You yes! Are coming inside to listen carefully and meet my plus one for the Women’s March.”
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Hi, Command:
Very nice chapter, I thought Maria was setting up Bette; and even though she denied it, I still don’t trust her, how are they going to retrieve the nanorobots and the information acquired, it hasn’t been specified, but maybe the information was already stored in some remote electronic device. Anyway, I’m intrigued about the aftermath of this action. Thanks for the update and pps.
P
Hi Proteonomics,
In the conversation in the kitchen Jane says there’s a remote imaging control that will capture the micro zap.
It’s true, we don’t know where Maria will land, or what pressures are to come.
More to come! Thanks always for reading and laying out interesting thoughts and questions in your comments.
Delighted you enjoyed the chapter, it was a lot of fun to write! Stories are like puzzles, you know.
I dont smoke but I need a cigarette I love this story!
Hiya Skunk,
Surely you have a story about how you chose your name. I’d love to hear it. Please put it on my wall IF you’re so inclined.
As to your reaction, I loved it! In fact, I can seem them finishing their love making in a clap of thunder, rolling off each other and lighting up. If I do include a series of smoke rings in my next story I’ll be sure to thank you for the idea.
Bye for now,
Command
Bette with a strap *drool* ….Very good chapter! PPS
Agreed! Thanks so much for the___ *drool* – I did love Maria’s reaction after she unbuttoned Bette’s surprise, “I’ve never seen such a creature as you.”
Maria sees a side of Bette that no one else does and gratefully let’s us in on her sensual perceptions. Truly? Who else encountering the starched white doctor persona of Dr Porter could ever imagine her as Maria has seen her?
As I think about this other animalistic side of Dr Porter it dawns on me – Maria has only seen her in her riding attire, never at work..
Well, we’ll just have to see what else turns her.
Back on the road, heading home after an Easter vacation I was able to stretch a few extra days. Please check out a story I posted under Blackbird titled, Remembering Me (Part One). It’s straight out of The L Word timeline, but the way I write that Bette is to give her a few kinks along her way. She’s amusing. She’s a fucking handful for Tina sometimes, too.
Later,
Command