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    Air Supply, Chapter 3

    “More like a disclaimer…”  Bette chuckles and the young doctor smiles as Bette drives off.  They chat about the case and somehow quickly end up talking about a whole lot of other things on their way to the café and then as they have a seat at table on the patio.  The young woman is fascinated.  She had heard a lot of Bette.  The older doctor engaged her easily and was noticing her more and more.  Bette admired the look of her, the sound of her voice.  She was elegant and fiery in a way…a really really good way…

    “You know, you’re not quite as bad as I thought,” comments the young blonde.

    “That’s funny, I thought I’d be the one to say that.  You were so uptight when we first met.  I thought I was going to have to tear you down some more.”

    “OHHHHH REAALLY???”  Bette chuckles.

    “Well, it’s a little intimidating to be finding out that Dr. Porter is on one of my first cases.  I have to admit I was a little nervous…not worried, not scared, totally confident in my abilities…but I mean you are…well, your legend precedes you…”

    “Legend?  Wow…I thought Dr. Bassey was the real legend around these parts…”

    “Oh I wasn’t talking about your medical skills, Dr. Porter, I was referring to your way with the female form…”  Bette almost choked on her cappuccino…the young woman laughs.  Bette blushes as she coughs.  “Yes, my good doctor Porter…I’ve heard all about you!  But don’t worry, they do say you are quite the compassionate and respectful sort of Lothario….”

    “Lothario?  I’m not THAT bad…”

    “No no no…apparently, you’re that GOOD!”

    Bette’s body tingled with something rather familiar…all over.  She felt like she had met her match and yet was so delighted…the young woman made her feel refreshingly amorous, almost besotted…how odd, she thought to herself…she thought somehow she was beyond that feeling.  The two spent the rest of the day together, telling each other about themselves, their lives, their stories.

    Back at the hospital…

    “Doctor Forester….”

    “Yes Dr. Schmidt?”

    “Where’s Doctor Amertadi?”

    “I don’t know doctor.  She finished her shift and left.  I saw her just before she walked out with Dr. Porter.”

    “Dr. Porter?”

    “Yes, they walked out the entrance a good 3 or 4 hours ago.  I was just coming in.”

    Comments

    1. Ok Merl, I’m surprise Bette is standing with all the different hats she wears. Dr., Mom, Lothario and on top of that suffering from a break up. Somethings got to give before it all crashes in on her. Hope this new woman can cool her off as well as fire her up.

    2. WOW Merl, where are you going with this??? Bette seems to be all over the place. I’m with Probie, I wonder where and if there is going to be a deterioration? What an ending…You MUST have another chappy hanging around…right? :-)))

    3. I don’t know, Bette seems to resemble a lot of women I know that are over achiever Alpha’s. Life is complicated and filled with many types of relationships and committments. Good job M at incorporating all of them into one well told story. You’ve lit up all that we work through and deal with all of the time using our beloved Bette. P.S. Yes, still seething. LOL.

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