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    The torch she carried

    Tina sighed quietly and straightened up in her incredibly comfortable seat. The wide and reclining cream leather armchair was similar to the one Bette occupied a few feet in front of her.
    She had accepted Bette’s invitation to join her on the Transatlantic flight back from London. In all honesty, she had not believed it at first when the triathlete had offered her the chance to fly in comfort, with her, back to the States.
    "One of the perks," Bette had used as an incentive to sway her response "The sponsors are fighting over me right now, and one of them has sent over the company’s private plane. There’s another seat, would you like to come along?"
    Tina remembered staying perfectly still as she had taken in the words from the athlete. 
    She was only the team’s physio and sport therapist. Granted, she always travelled with the team. But they always travelled together and the group had always offered comfort in numbers. Travelling on a private jet would rob her of the usually welcome buffer.
    She and Bette were not close. They enjoyed a professional relationship but this was it  and it was precisely where Tina’s predicament lay.
    Because Tina was insanely attracted to the tall brunette and had been from the second she had set foot in the treatment room to work, for the first time, on the most beautiful woman she had ever had a chance to cast her eyes on.
    She knew, however, that the chances of her feelings being reciprocated were minimal. Simply, she could not allow her professionalism and ethics to transgress the boundaries which delimited the relations between practitioner and patient.
    So for the longest time now, she had simply observed from afar and fought a thousand battles with herself to keep her feelings at bay.
    Simply put, it had, so far, been Hell on Earth and now the object of her affection was asking her to spend some time cooped up in a small space for what were guaranteed to be a large number of excruciating hours.
    And she had said yes. The word had left her mouth before she was able to evaluate its meaning.

    Comments

    1. I’d say this deserves a gold medal, but then I would be acknowledging that you said it was a one-off. Let’s call this the prelim; after quarter-, semi- and final installments, I’ll hand out the medal. :-)

    2. Bette might be the Olympic champion, but you, my friend, are a Master!! You wrote this to perfection. And wow, I could just picture Bette on that massage table… *dreamy look*… Anyway, thanks for this wonderful one-off, so good to have you back! xxx Kw

    3. Yay, you’re BACK (for a bit a least)! What a wonderful Olympic one off and I appreciate that your post coincides with the paralympics (which I wished got way more coverage than it does here). Just one more reason to

    4. Kins!!!! 😃hey hey.. 😁welcome back!!!! ☺…. And what a wonderful come back with this lovely story! … Love it!! 😍😍😍… Uhm… are you sure it’s a one off only?!?😔such a tease!! 😲… It’s a long flight ✈ from London 🇬🇧 to USA 🇺🇸… And you only give us a short glimpse of it 😞 with all due respect would you consider to post more?! 😉 hehe… 😊… And I hope your little break from your break would inspire you to share more of your story.. 😁👍 thanks Kins for share the story and brighten my day in this cloudy rainy season here! 😘

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