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Amicus Curiae
Story written on April 30, 2013 by justkeepswimming.
"I think it will be nice to do absolutely nothing," Tina left it behind.
Bette nodded down the hall in silent invitation for Tina to follow her. She went into the master bedroom and into the en suite. She had lit candles around the room, and the jetted tub was filled with hot water and bubbles.
"There’s a fresh robe on the back of the door, and you can pick whatever music you’d like," she indicated the digital player on the shelf. "I left an assortment of essential oils on the counter by the sink. They’re all intended to help relax you, so pick a scent you like."
"You know what’s on the iPod, why don’t you pick something?" Tina asked.
"Something meditative," Bette did a quick search, hit play and let the soothing music fill the room. "I’ll be reading, so call me if there’s anything I can do for you."
"It seems you’ve already thought of everything," Tina said.
"Before you get in, let me get you a glass of water," Bette said. "I don’t what you to get dehydrated."
Tina was glancing through the other playlists on Bette’s iPod as it rested on the dock when Bette returned.
"We share some musical taste, but there’s a lot I haven’t heard of too," Tina said.
"We should trade for a week," Bette said. "Good way to share new music with someone."
"We should," Tina agreed.
"I’m right outside," Bette reminded her. She left the washroom and closed the door gently.
Tina was soon submersed in the hot bath, mesmerized by the flickering candles and mellow music. She hadn’t been in the bath long when she realized she was getting thirsty. She was thankful for the water Bette had retrieved for her.
She noticed some bath oil by the taps. She squeezed a small amount into the palm of her hand before rubbing it into her arms and taking them under the water again. She felt all her cares simply float away.
After what must have been close to 45 minutes, Tina finally exited the room.
"That was fantastic," she said drowsily.
Her hair was down. Bette had never seen her hair around her shoulders before. Always up. Always proper.


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