“Ewww…By all means, please take your time” Tina laughed.

Bette returned to find Tina sitting in the foyer in the lotus position, with her eyes closed chanting softly.

“Okay, why has this nut copped a pose right here on my floor?”  Bette thought.  She smiled widely, looked at Tina for a few seconds and then burst out laughing.  “I’m sorry Tina but you know, I wasn’t expecting to see you like this when I returned from the bathroom. “

“I know.  The mood just hit me, so I gave in”.  Tina slowly unwrapped her legs and stood up very slowly.  Bette noticed how limber she was.  Tina remained bent at the waist for a few seconds and placed both palms flat on the floor while touching her face to her legs.  She straightened up at a snails pace, individually releasing each vertebra in her back until she was standing up straight, looking directly in Bette’s eyes. 

“Feel better now?”  Bette queried with her head cocked to the side, smiling.

“Yeah, I do. Thanks.  Sometimes I just need a quick moment to relax and get grounded and then I’m good again.”

“Until the next time that is”  Bette smirked. 

“That’s right”, she gleefully exclaimed “Until the next time.   So. I dropped by to pick up my mail that was left in your mailbox yesterday. “

“Here you go ma’am” Bette said retrieving the envelope from the console table and handing it to Tina. 

“Gracias. Tina replied while decidedly taking the mail from Bette.  She slid the envelope in her back pocket and proceeded to embark on a gradual visual tour of the attractive woman standing before her.”

Bette quizzically looked at Tina’s amber eyes shamelessly wandering her body.  She audibly cleared her throat to cease Tina’s musings.   Tina didn’t acknowledge this and continued her intense search, leaving no area unscathed.  Her eyes settled on Bette’s chest for a few seconds, then moved to the taut exposed stomach between the ragged, rolled edge of Bette’s cut-off wife beater and her ripped shorts.   Tina reached out and lightly touched Bette’s stomach with a flat palm and calmly stated “You’re under-breathing Bette”.  Bette flinched at the touch and quickly stepped back in shock.     Tina could tell Bette was now holding her breath.  “This is so not the objective here” Tina thought.