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    Story written on April 22, 2012 by kins40.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=79129
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    Part 4

    How long had she got now? … how would she use this time? …. seconds to say a life time of words, to articulate them in beautiful prose… she cursed at all the time they had lost and how now there was none left…
    Bette became very much conscious of her own blood flow as it pulsed through echoing in her ears. She felt herself floating away…. it was her turn… there was a jolt and then another….
    Bette’s eyes reopened and she sat upright surprised to find herself unharmed, intact, moving but certainly confused.
    She turned her head and there she was, her Tina… beautiful, flawless and very much…. asleep.
    45
    Tina sat on the bonnet of the car, comfortable and relaxed in Bette’s embrace. The brunette  sat behind her, her back against the windshield, legs akimbo to accommodate the body of the blonde.
    Tina held the brunette’s left hand in hers and played absentmindedly with the platinum ring which adorned the ring finger, twirling it around the tanned digit. 
    "Clever boy…" Bette started having spotted something on the vast horizon, with her binoculars.
    "Is it him?" Tina enquired, her attention perking up at Bette’s observation.
    "That would be him alright… he is just so handsome.." the vet confirmed. 
    "How can you tell?" Tina asked always so curious as to how her wife was able to identify wild animals within seconds of seeing them.
    "He has a scar, on the side of his belly, just behind his front left leg. I know that scar because I gave it to him when I patched him up a few years ago, when the team discovered him with a spear wound and the spear still in it." Bette explained.
    "Incidentally," the vet continued, whispering playfully in a very attentive ear,  "I believe I made another discovery on the evening of that very same day." 
    Tina turned her head to look at Bette, a broad smile graced her features, telling of the immense happiness the two women had shared over the last few years. 
    "Ninapenda wewe," Tina murmured as soft lips covered hers.
    "I love you too, sweetheart" Bette replied letting her hand trail down Tina’s front to search under the hem of her shirt and caress the soft skin of her belly.
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    1. Kins, your writing never ceases to amaze me! Loved that 45 was a mini epilogue to Savannah. As usual, I am looking forward to your next installment. Thanks Kins!

    3. Yay! A return to the savanna. Glad you turned that middle one into a dream, cuz I was about to abandon ship, but geez – Bette needs to eat milder food before bed. What a dream.

    4. I don’t think I can live without my Sunday tradition. Relaxing day, reading great stories. Thank you for the beautiful stories and for considering/using my number. 15 was my brothers birthdate. We were gay siblings, and he was an awesome brother and human being. Thank you K😘

    7. Thanks Kins for another fabulous update ;-) though 23 almost got me there.. Phew glad it’s only bad dream in the ff world :-D lol.. Looks like raining and cold propelled your nc17 writing mood.. But knowing you feel miserable because of that, may I suggest you to come to the tropic here and enjoy warm weather all along? some said its not warm but hot, but it’s sunny for sure ;-) and maybe it will highlight your mood into sunny mood also :-) hehe.. So glad to have a glimpse of savannah and such a wonderful news to celebrate :-) I simply enjoy reading your story, so sure I’ll re-read them again ;-) thanks again Kins!!

    11. Okay, first – very sweet. Second – grrrr! You made me cry (I was hoping it was a bad dream but still…), Third – yippee, a reprise to our beloved Savannah (happy dance). Another trio of finely written stories Kins! You ROCK – and no worries about the infinity thing ;). Here’s wishing you bright, warm and sunny days soon! iHH xx

    13. Thank you, excellent stories esp. with the second one keeping us on the edge of our seat. REALLY enjoyed the trip back to Savannah. You could continue that amazing story anytime…

    15. Ohhhh I looovvveeddd 45!!! U know Savannah is my favorite story. Don’t know if it’s too late to submit a number but I had an idea since I haven’t seen anything like it before, how about something involving Bette and Tina dealing with a rebellious teenaged daughter (namely Angie lol) the number could be 49

    19. The first story, kind of hot ..but at the same time…gentle and sweet. Second…I almost …well what can i say?…I can’t see any one of them dying..but at the end she woke up?….I said “thanked god it’s just a dream” ….and your last…glad to see what they are now…and Ellie having an Admirer. While they are waiting for their first born. thanks Kins40.

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