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“Uh-oh.”Becky’s voice was soft as she stared at the puddle that was quickly forming on the floor, tears filling her eyes as she turned and ran towards the safety of the bathroom.Sue sighed, thankful it had just been the two of them in their shared office, and followed the other at a distance. She found Becky sitting on a bench by some lockers, staring at her wet tracksuit as tears ran down her cheeks.“I…I couldn’t help it.” Becky sobbed. “I just…had to go so bad…and then you called me into our office…a-and…”Sue sat next to her, being mindful of the wetness as she pulled the other into a hug. “Shhh. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”Becky nodded, breathing in the soothing scent of chlorine and hairspray that clung to Sue like perfume. “Don’t leave me…”“Since when have I ever done that, huh?” Sue’s voice was gentle but teasing as she stood, holding out her hand. “Come on, up you get.”Becky sniffled, a tiny smile forming on her lips as she took Sue’s hand.  “You won’t say anything, will you?”“Of course Demetevler Escort not,” Sue assured her, guiding Becky towards the showers. “You go and get cleaned up, okay? I’m going to run back to our office to get you a change of clothes.”Becky giggled, her tiny smile becoming a grin as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss Sue’s cheek. “Okay.”“Yeah, yeah,” Sue said affectionately, gently carding a hand through Becky’s hair. “I love you too. Now scoot.”Becky sighed as she stripped, kicking her soiled clothes out of the way and turning the nozzle on the shower. What on earth had possessed her to kiss Sue like that? She was twenty-three, and Sue…well, Becky wasn’t sure exactly how old her mentor was, but she supposed it didn’t matter since they were both adults. The warm water did her good, washing any lingering traces of her accident away as well as beginning to renew her spirits. By the time Sue had returned with a fluffy towel and a fresh Otele Gelen Escort outfit she was smiling, albeit nervously. “I’m not going anywhere,” she soothed, wrapping the younger in the towel. “One little accident isn’t going to scare me away, I promise.”“But…I…it’s not just one,” Becky mumbled, cheeks red. “There have been others.”“And that’s okay,” Sue murmured, voice gentle as she regarded the other with tenderness. “What happens between us stays between us.”“Do you really mean that?” Becky asked, not daring to look at her older mentor for fear of disgust, or worse, pity.The pleading tone tugged at Sue’s heart, twining its way into its depths like vines around a pillar. “I really do. Now, get dressed and then we’ll head back to our office.”Becky really did smile then, watching as she stepped away to give her some privacy. Secretly, Becky wished she hadn’t. She didn’t mind if Sue saw her naked; plus, if she was going to be Balgat Escort truly honest with herself, she wanted to see Sue naked, too. Heat rose in Becky’s cheeks as she quickly pulled on her spare tracksuit (and if her brain provided her with a mental image of one very wet and soapy Sue Simpson, well, no one needed ever know).The walk back to their office was mostly silent save for the muffled voices of students from various classrooms, something they were both grateful for when Becky reached for Sue’s hand again. Sue looked at Becky with a warmth only they knew about as she squeezed the other’s hand gently as if to reassure her that she wasn’t going anywhere.Sue locked the office door with her free hand, only letting go to press a section of the wall and watching in amusement when Becky gasped in surprise when the secret passage was revealed.“What…?” Becky began, but Sue put a finger to her lips and led the younger woman through the opening, grinning as Becky watched it close without any trace.“Just come with me,” Sue answered. “You’ve had a rough morning. Besides, we don’t need anyone finding us in a questionable position.”Becky nodded, wrapping her arms around the older woman in a fierce hug. Sue laughed gently, pulling her close and stroking her hair for a minute before letting go and guiding her into the beginning of her secret suite of rooms. 

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