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A Sort of Calling
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”Thanks for drink, finally, but I could use ten more.” I hiss through my plastered on smile. ”If another person asks me if I’m a ’Melania relative’ I will fucking scream.”
Maria covers her mouth in surprise. ”Oh my God! I can actually see it!”
”Do shut up!” Again, I hiss.
”It’s gotta be the cleavage,” she says, while sneaking a look. ”In that department you and The First Lady do kind of match.”
”Don’t you dare!” I cough into my glass of disappearing Bourbon. ”And for the record, I had no idea the plan was for me to come in here! I thought I’d be supervising off site, like in a lab, where I usually work!” When out of the milling crowd the investor approaches, wearing his perfect smile.
”The ballroom is this way, ladies.” He ushers us with his hand on Maria’s back.
A stage curtain parts and suddenly we’re in the belly of the beast, backstage with Bannon, Kellyanne and Priebus.
I feel a little vomit in my mouth.
The investor slides the rim of the black top hat between his fingers, scanning the room for his inside man.
Maria nudges me and says, ”When you’re ready the switch is hidden in your lipstick.”
”I know, I know, I know,” I whisper back at her, ”I twist it the moment the hat sits on his head.”
The three men in tuxedos from the van appear close at my elbow.
Across the room the investor shakes the hand of a man in a stars and stripes bowtie.
President Trump puts his arm around a medium toned brown-skinned man, who looks like the sultan of some oil rich sands, and the photographer snaps their picture.
The man with the patriotic bowtie performs a hat trick with my robots inside, spinning the hat on its brim in the palm of his hand to get Trump’s attention.
”Nooooo!” I gasp at Maria, who pinches the bridge of her nose and seems to be praying.
Absurdly bowing, as if to his King, the inside man offers the fine top hat to Donald Trump.
The investor says, ”Put the hat on Mr President. It makes you look like Ronald Reagan.”
”A great, great man! Very memorable man. Not as good an actor as I am though,” Trump boasts, while pushing the hat down on his head, and I fire the trigger.
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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