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Chapter I – Empire State of Mind
“Don’t stop …” the blonde groaned as she felt Bette take a long slow lick of her cleft, before plunging that magical tongue in.
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The air by the pool felt cold, but the day outside was brightening, and the sunshine was splashing through the skylights overhead, cheering, matching Bette’s sense of elation as she dove into the water.
The coolness of the air carried somewhat into the water, but her initial discomfort soon fell away as, with steady strokes, Bette began to cut smoothly through the water, breathing every three-four strokes, maintaining a constant 8-10 beat paddling rhythm with her legs. She forgot about the cold and focused on her form, taking care to angle the hand entry of each stroke in such a way that only a minimum of splash would disrupt the flow of water skimming over and around her arms, then head, and then body. Feels so good to be able to swim without feeling any pain on my arms, on my legs, in my body, any more. Just feels so good to be alive!
She counted her strokes per lap, establishing a rhythm. She approached the walls at speed each time, dipped her chin, tightened her core and flipped her legs over, tucked closely together, to execute a perfect turn underwater, then pushed off with strength off of the wall. Hmmm… hardly any pain at all in my core either, she thought, after several laps.
By imperceptible degrees the water began to feel warmer as she continued swimming. I’ll do 16 laps of the freestyle, then 16 of the breast-stroke, 16 of the backstroke, 8 leg work, 8 just the arms, then a few laps of the butterfly. Maybe race a few laps with Jules after? If she ever gets here, that is.
Bette got a text from Jules just as she was responding to the warm greeting of the reception team in the lobby area of the club. She’d been worried that she’d kept Jules waiting.
But it turned out Jules hadn’t been waiting. Instead, she’d texted, “Sorry .. now it’s me running late, 2. Will see you @ the pool. Eventually.”
Bette shook her head and smiled. She thought Diane must have called a “Saturday schedule,” on Jules, too, or an equivalent, anyway, once Jules got a text from Bette about being 20-30 minutes later than expected.
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Great to have you and this story back!!!
Nice to see you back with this story.
I’m happy to see Bette heals great from the attack.
Love the friendship between the girls and Mike. Tom seems to be a nice guy.
Welcome back!!
Yeah, you are back with this wonderful story. Thanks
Welcome back. Glad bette and tina are ok. Pps
Thanks for the Update. Looking forward to more…..
hopefully more frequently…
*hint* *hint*
So very glad to see this story continuing ! You are an absolutely fabulous writer and story teller ! Yea for us!
Happy Dance! To see this story back. Just love your writing. Thank you
I am glad you are continuing this story. I hope Tina will help Bette recover from her harrowing experience and terrible injuries.
Hi Sky,
I am glad you are continuing this story! Love that Bette is healing from the crash and that they are planning another baby.
Welcome back! Glad to see more from from my fav ladies. Love the title of this book. I imagine Bette and Tina strolling along with Alicia Keyes singing in the background. Keep the ladies safe and strong while Bette gets to the bottom of this mystery. PPS
Glad they are ok and the bad peoples leave them alone
If Bette has habit to flirting so hard with every man she see in first time, like she did with Thomas – she obviosly not gay, evem if she lie to herself.