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The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner Schmidt After Howie (Part 1, Chapter 3)
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The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner Schmidt After Howie (Part 1, Chapter 3)
PART ONE: SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
Chapter 3
Mary said goodnight to us, went to her own room and shut the door.
We had three bedrooms in the apartment, including Mary’s, ours and the third was a combined nursery/office. We never had to exchange clothes or anything else for Angelica because we had it all.
Bette took her into the bathroom and gave her a nice warm bath to relax her, as I checked the mail at our office desk. Angelica was potty trained during the day but the nights were just too long for her so once Bette got her out of the tub and rubbed her dry, she put on her night-time pull ups, then her snuggly p.j.’s. and sat down with her in the nursery on a rocker next to her crib to read to her.
“Big Little”, she began, reading the cover with Angelica resting against her bosom, all tuckered out. “See the big elephant here?” She pointed at the first page. “He’s really big isn’t he?” The youngster nodded. Second page. “And see the little mouse?” Angelica nodded again. “It’s really little, right? Another nod but very sleepy eyed. “One is big and one is little,” continued Bette. “Now point to the big one.” Angelica put a finger on the elephant. “Very good!” exclaimed Bette.
I left them to their books and got into the shower. When I finished I went to bed and picked up a book of my own to read., snapping on an overhead light. It was not long before Bette came into the room and shut the door. We kept a small chair next to the door. Whenever there was a need for it, one or the other of us pulled the chair in front of the door. So far, we had never needed the warning but we figured it would work if someone tried to come in unexpectedly. Bette slid the chair in front of the door, now.
On the way to the bathroom she put a monitor on the nightstand by her side of the bed and said that the baby was asleep
When she came to bed she took the book out of my hands, saying, “Do you mind?” I shook my head “no” and smiled. She placed the book on my nightstand.. Then she reached up and turned the light out.
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sissee, sissee..ur gonna kill me, dam!! when i said let me have it, u sure did bring it..i really love how u express those love making scenes..it’s like i’m there watching…imagination is a batch hahaha…but i’m loving ur story..can’t wait for the next post
Gum, No, no, I don’t want to be killing you off. I am enjoying your posts too much. If indeed, imagination is a “batch” , I am the biggest, baddest batch on this site and hang on to your hat because there’s a lot more of that yet to come, as well, I hope, a worthy storyline that spins off TLW into an orbit of its own!
That was freakin’ HOT lady! I’m all tingly. You really do have a great imagination. Thanks!
This is how I like about your writing, Sissee. You have both the realistic spin (story telling time with Angie, chair blocking the door to avoid “intruder”) and the unimaginable creation (love making with one’s lips) involved in your adventure story. Great story as usual. Thanks for the sensual and entertaining plots!
kbergin47, Mmmmm, what does one say to a reader who gets “tingly” after reading a chapter. All I can think to say is that “tingly” is a good word and I’ll have to use it sometime.
Bette’s Babe, I guess there was quite a mix in that chapter, as you outlined. You never know when I’m going to sneak up on you with something between the sheets. When I wrote this before, my readers were always looking for a little “…sumthin’, sumthin’. So I tried to keep them happy.