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Author’s Note –
Hi fellow readers & writers.
Lots to digest & think through in this chapter. Introspection employed by both roommates. Some cutest too, a few giggles & of course some angst thrown in for good measure.
FYI – short chapters will appear moving forward for a while for the next few posted.
Thanks to Izzie for reminding us writers to get these updates posted!!! Thanks so much. Sorry for the delay.
Let’s get started!!!
As always – thanks for reading & please enjoy.
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Previously from Doctor of Hope Chapter 9 . . .
Bette shook herself and tried to do just that – calm down. So, she tried to get comfortable in the desk chair and take a nap. Her long legs prompt up on the lab counter, crossed at the ankle. Her head resting on the back of the swivel chair. Hands clasped in her lap. She wanted to relax.
She was anything but comfortable. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Tina standing before her. The blonde’s face hovering just above her. Tina’s eyes darkened by lust as she gazed back at the brunette.
“Blast it to bloody hell!” Bette swore.
She jumped up and paced back and forth, her long strides seeming to wear a pattern on the tiled floor of the lab.
She rung her neck, rolled her shoulders and stretched. Flexed her muscles and tried to shake herself out of the funk she was in. Trying in vain to ease the tightness in her body. She made a pot of coffee with the lab coffee maker and fixed herself a large cup. But the caffeine only served to make her jittery, her nerves frayed to begin with and now worse for trying.
“Alright, alright Porter, reason this out.” Bette said to herself.
Maybe if she tried to analyze her own actions and reactions, she could come to some sensible resolution of what was going on with her.
Those thoughts only made Bette more wary, her own body now reacting to those thoughts of the lovely Ms. Kennard. She had tried to calm herself, but just the opposite occurred. Her physical reaction to Tina was just as strong now as it had been earlier that day. Her body was burning with a profound need that only had one way to be resolved.