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    The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner Schmidt After Howie (Part 1, Chapter 8)

    Story written on September 5, 2008 by sissee gardner.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=70891
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    We followed Howie into the kitchen where he got a pair of scissors. Then he made damn sure Charlie was with him as he went into the bathroom and began to cut the top off of each cocaine packet and dump the contents into the toilet bowl. He flushed occasionally and also got rid of the pills that way.

    “Go ahead.”

    Charlie tried to slip into the door and shut it but Howie pushed it open and we both went in. I shut the door behind me.

    It was a small room with no windows. There was a desk, a few chairs and a three-tiered filing cabinet.

    Charlie turned to confront his dad. “What the fuck?” The color was drained from his face and beads of perspiration collected on his forehead.

    “So, get what you want,” said Howie.

    Charlie started to head for the door and his dad grabbed his arm to hold him back. “Get it!” he demanded.

    “Get what?”

    Howie reached behind Charlie and pulled out his wallet. While he opened it, Charlie grabbed at it. Howie pulled back and fanned the bills. They were $100 dollar bills and there were a lot of them.

    “Where‘d you get this kind of money?” asked Howie, putting the wallet in his own jacket pocket.

    “I earned it!” said Charlie, reaching for it. “I worked for it!”

    “Bullshit!” Howie lost his cool and actually collared Charlie and said, “Okay, where is it? Where’s the coke?”

    “What?”

    “You heard me!”

    “I don’t have no coke!”

    “Sure you do! It’s in here isn’t it? “

    “Nothin’s in here!”

    “Sure it is! And you better get it because you’re never coming back here.”

    Howie let go of him and went behind the desk. He began pulling out drawers, looking, reaching into them and sifting through whatever was there.

    “Come on, dad, pleaded Charlie. “Chill out!” He was highly agitated. He was like walking with his feet in one spot. I saw him glance at the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. I started to cry silently.

    Howie seemed crazed with determination. He kept saying, “Where is it! Where is it!”

    When he turned his back on us to start opening the file drawers, Charlie grabbed him from behind and Howie pushed him off. I was so worried they were going to get into a fist fight but by then Howie pulled on the bottom drawer. It would not open. He turned to his son and asked for the key. Charlie said he did not have one.

    Howie’s job training went into high gear. He reached under his jacket, put his hand on his gun and said, “If you don’t give me that fuckin’ key, I’m gonna blow that fuckin’ drawer right through the fuckin’ wall!“

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    1. that was so intense, admire Howie for taking charge, coz Bette’s behavior just sucks at the moment..Sissee keep them coming baby..can’t get enough of the story..way to good..r we gonna get ne incling of where the hell Bette is?

    2. My dear Gummy Bear, Oh no, please don’t be upset with Bette. Trust me, she has a damn good reason for being MIA. Will we get an inkling in the next chapter as to where she’s been? Yes, I promise you, they do connect.

    5. Another chapter of Bette MIA? Wow, this is a torture for me, Sissee the writer. I like to read about Bette and Sissee, not so much about S & H. Howie did show he’s a determined cop in this story. Let’s see how he would solve Charlie’s problem.

    9. I would have flushed the evidence too. Howie is in full cop mode & Charlie is scared as hell. Maybe him seeing his dad like this will shake him up enough to get help. I hope so. Oh, and where the hell is Bette? honda90 is cracking me up. Thanks!

    12. honda90, Oh come now, you really don’t want Bette in a car accident do you? I assure you it’s a legitimate, bonafide reason. I have to smile. You should all be pretty stoked by the time I get to it. Meanwhile, I am thinking of sending you all to rehab with Charlie.

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