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The Adventures Of Bette Porter and Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 2, Chapter 5)
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The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 2, Chapter 5)
PART TWO: MAMMOTH LAKES, CALIFORNIA
Chapter 5
I looked at her with amazement. “Bette Porter, you have got to be shitting me?”
“Nope.”
“That gorgeous man is gay?”
“One hundred proof.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Damn!” I exclaimed. “That just blows me away. I never would have believed it.”
“And what about Skip?” she asked.
I waved my hand, even though it was underwater, keeping warm. “There’s no way Skip is gay.” I stopped to ponder that for a moment. “At least I never thought so before.” I looked over at the rock and shrugged. "Well maybe tonight he is."
“And what about you and Skip?”
“We’re just colleagues. There are a lot of photographers on staff but I always ask for him if he’s available. He’s good at his craft, plus he’s easy to get along with, down to earth and actually fun at times. And yes, we’ve had sex but I always book two rooms for his sake and mine in case something else comes up. This might be one of those nights for him.”
“What about you and Terry then?”
“You might say we have an arrangement.”
“Oh really?”
Bette leaned closer to whisper, “Well, he never came right out to call it anything but I am gradually understanding why he takes me to glamorous parties and on these expensive trips.”
“Why?”
“Because I attract men.”
I laughed softly, “He wouldn’t have any trouble attracting men himself.”
“But I’m a front, a trophy on his arm to hide his real identity.”
“Does it matter, on a trip or in Hollywood?”
“Apparently it does to him. A lot of them do it. It’s taken me a while to figure it out but now there’s not much I can do about it because he’s my boss.”
“Your boss?” I leaned against her and said, “No wait. I’ve been dieing to know all night why you came out here and what you are doing in California, so please, start at the beginning.”
“Okay,” she said and hesitated before she continued. “I guess I have to go back to before we graduated. I sent out a lot of letters to West Coast Art Galleries with letters of recommendations from my professors. I wanted to get into that field for the experience because someday I hope to have my own gallery. I got a lot of letters back with invitations to be interviewed. So I flew out, got myself a place in Venice to live, thanks to daddy’s financial kick start and then went from one gallery to another without liking any of them. Either they were too small, or had a bad location or I intuitively knew I wouldn’t get along with the people in charge.
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Bealschick, I doubled up on this one and will post another one before the day is over, but then I will be gone from Thursday to Sunday and not able to add any chapters from afar.
Another mini cliff hanger. I’ve told you this before but I love how you get all the exposition in but still keep a kind of anticipation going. Thanks for continuing to post here. I know things are busy these days.
Paleeaase, can you give us these babies a couple at a time? Its been too short and far between for me to have my SissBette fix!
Val, Yes indeed, things are busy but I love this fanfic site. Thanks for your comments. Actually, they cut off my ending. I am learning that the readers don’t like too short and TPTB have limitations as to lenght, so you will notice I edited the ending, cutting a few lines out about Paris myself until it all fit in the space they allowed me. Thanks for being here. ~Sissee~