The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 7, Chapter 2)
PART SEVEN: VENICE, CALIFORNIA

Chapter 2

Bette threw back the covers and crawled out of bed, letting the contaminated air escape.

I howled all the more, mostly from embarrassment and was so afraid I was going to fart again – which I did, ripping out several squeakers in a row.

“My God, Sissee!” exclaimed Bette. “That Chinese broccoli and beef went right through you!” She headed for the closet.

“Not……Chinese…, “ I wailed, through peals of laughter. “Wisconsin….cheese!”

Bette looked over her shoulder, laughing too, and said, “Must have been limburger cheese!”

She grabbed two bathrobes off hangers and threw one at me. “I’m going to go shower,” she said and headed for the door.

“Bette?” I called.

She stopped in the doorway and looked back at me, as I struggled to get out of that goofy bed, trying like hell to get back some of my dignity. “Wait a minute,” I said.

“What?” she asked.

“Can we sleep downstairs in the guest bedroom?” I managed to ask.

“Sure and you can shower down there too,” she answered, turning to go to the bathroom.

Damn! In spite of her laughing I think she was mad at me for spoiling her good intentions of welcoming me to her town, her house and her bed.

I went down stairs with the robe and took a very, very, long, hot shower. I needed to get over my laughing jag but even in the shower I laughed out loud a few times. The possibility of Bette being mad at me was enough to sober me up though. I was pretty well over it by the time I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off and put on what was really a kimono with a wild flowered print.

When I came out of the bathroom I saw her sitting on the sofa in a white terry cloth robe in front of the fireplace, which had a gas log ablaze. The robe parted exposing her shapely legs all the way up to her delicious thighs. She was holding a cup up to her mouth. She did not look at me as I approached but I sat down next to her.