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C O U N T D O W N: Missing Hours

I halt our forward movement and throw my arms around Nightingale’s neck. I almost feel like weeping, as I bury myself in his mane and muscle, when out of the blue the, ”OMG! We’re all going to die!” pinned tweet of the sexy TV pundit swims up in my mind and I groan instead. Partly out of sexual frustration and admitting it to myself.
If I had married I would’ve been divorced six times over by now. I am, so they say, not easy to get along with on a long term basis. I’m brilliant for a year, and then I get bored. The women may look even better than when I began dating them. It’s just that I like silence much more than I enjoy constant engagement. This makes me an odd combination of being professionally extroverted, and when in the mood, sexually aggressive in pursuit, but also possessing the anomalous traits of a social outlier.
Thus the horse, the empty bed and no dates on the books.
I reach in my pocket for the apple I brought for Nightingale and up with it comes a crumpled note stuck to its peel.
Navigating through the wide curves around Dupont Circle I turn onto N St and miraculously find a parking space near the Tabard Inn. An hour ago I was certain I wanted to be left alone, but the invitation, coming as it did, secreted to me in my jacket pocket, spurred me onto the interstate and straight into Washington, D.C. Had the mysterious note been an invitation to meet in a suite at the new Trump hotel, I would still be walking around in circles.
Taking two steps at time up the stairway I’m surprised to see The Tabard Inn’s quaint lobby empty, with not even a desk clerk in sight. Then I remember, of course, in the days ahead of the upcoming inauguration of our puppet president every Democrat with any means has bolted from Washington.
Standing in front of Room 303, it opens after I knock lightly, and I’m met first, by the scent of perfume and then, this woman appears in front of me.
The TV pundit, who never wears this kind of dress on air. I can barely tear my eyes away from her plunging neckline.
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You write Bette so well. What a great chapter and very hot! Thanks for posting so soon!
Very kind of you to say! I’m very pleased with the story. Once I tried writing Bette using the third person narrator and the muse refused. She’s either in my ear on headphones, or there’s silence. I do, however, get to pick the pictures.
Command, i am glad that you get to pick the pictures, they are absolutely stunning. Esspecially the picture from Nightingale. I admire horses for their strenght, beauty and kind heart.
The way you write Bette is very interesting and i love it!
One question, the picture from the woman , do you know the real name of her? She seems familiar, but it isn’t Laurel Holleman?
Thank you for the incredible chapter!
The actress Julianne Moore is the TV pundit in this story. Pleased that you enjoy the pictures, so delighted you found the chapter incredible. I’m pleased with it and it was very fun to write!
Hi, Command:
Nice story and nice characterization of Bette Porter, but you left us in the middle of “something”, and in an odd place with someone, I would never guess, isn’t it Julianne Moore? Well anyway, I like your story and I’ll wait for your update. Thanks
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Yes, Bette showed us emotional range in that last chapter, from confidence to vulnerability… and more. In writing its conclusion I’d felt to extend that last scene with conversation between the two lovers would have taken the energy I’d built and brought it too quickly back to reality. To me, I like that we’re still imagining them in Room 303 at the Tabard Inn. In story time, it’s still the middle of the night so, anything is possible.
Loved the chapter and Julianne Moore is a beautiful woman and wonderful actress but, she is no Laurel Holloman. Bette should always be in the arms of Tina Kennard. Will we ever see Tina for Bette, really hope so. Ir would have been wonderful for America and the world if something like this had really happened and none of us would have to be living with what we are in the Presidency. Really enjoy your writing. Thanks for posting.
Let’s get Bette involved in the journalistic world of behind the scenes sources first. She’ll be furious, once Trump gets elected, and I imagine her focus will be directed toward women’s rights, science and technology fund cutting measures, climate denying Cabinet members and reams of their environmental rollbacks and replacement bills. All of this will upset her.
I’d love for Bette to meet Tina at the Women’s March. In story time that march is six days away.
Maria, the TV pundit and journalist, is a wonderful character and companion for Bette – to knock Bette back into the game-on mood for sexual dalliances.
Tina, as a heartful, but nonetheless crafty head of an NGO will be needed, as the story of Docter Porter’s deepening involvement — in what she views as a “nightmare presidency” unfolds.
I hope we all will learn from the backroom intel, she and others will be gathering. Cool themes about medical science, (you know she’ll be hot-headed on the threats of cutbacks to research, the environment and women’s issues.)
This narrative setting of Washington under crisis is target rich for storytelling.
If you can, please enjoy Julianne Moore as a juicy lover for Doctor Porter’s enjoyment at the moment, and let’s what happens…
I truly appreciate your comment.
Let’s get Bette involved in the journalistic world of behind the scenes sources first. She’ll be furious once Trump gets elected and I imagine her fury directed toward women’s rights, science and technology fund cutting measure and, of course, climate denying Cabinet members and reams of devastating environmental rollbacks and replacement bills that appear to insane. I’d love for Bette to meet Tina at the Women’s March. In story time that march is six days away.
Nice update. Thanks