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    Love Soul Heaven Hell – Chaper V

    With a bounce to her step, she walked quickly to the spa area of the lounge.  “Are you Bette?,” the woman who was checking people in asked her, as she took a seat in the waiting area.

    Bette looked up in surprise, “Yes, I am.”

    The woman smiled, “Tina told me you’d likely be coming while she was being massaged.  If you want to,
    you can join her in the room where she’s getting a massage.  She’s in one of our large rooms, so it won’t be a problem.”

    Bette smiled her thanks, then turned to ask, as she walked in the direction the woman was pointing at, head tilted, “Um…but how did you know it was me?”

    The woman blushed for some reason, “Tina described you, not only what you wore, but that you also had this…unique magnetism, saying you were not only sexy and gorgeous…and she’s right.”

    Bette chuckled, shaking her head as she walked towards the massage room that the woman indicated. She was balancing the tea she’d been given by one of the attendants walking past, as she entered the room.

    Tina was stripped down to her panties, and lying on a massage table faced down, with her head resting on a donut shaped head rest.

    The massage attendant smiled at Bette as she walked in, and then indicated that Bette could sit on the chair in the corner, or at least lay her things there.

    Bette bent her knees to the floor in front of Tina, to try to peer up towards the blonde’s head, which was facing downward through the “donut hole” of the head rest.

    “Hey, baby…feeling better?,” Bette asked gently.

    Tina tried to smile, her cheeks were slightly pink from the pressure of leaning her head on the donut shaped cushion.

    “Getting there,” the blonde answered, trying to muster up enthusiasm for the trip to the Maldives, given Bette’s clear excitement about going there.  “What did you get?,” she asked.

    “Found the camera that’s really similar to the one I was using out in the caves.  Mike’s tech guy also wrote down for me the lenses he recommended I use for the Maldives trip, and the store had those, too,” Bette started, adding “in fact…maybe I could take a few shots now?”

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