Of course, the combination of euphoria and exhaustion from my races played a part in this, as did the warmth and humidity of the steam-enveloped shower area, and even the now quiet and deserted locker room felt as if it was a mile away. xxx 18 aaakk! ‘You won’t be needing those – leave them in the bag, I don’t want you wearing anything under your skirt.’
With her other hand, Tamar scooped up from the bench the panties that I had worn during our race, and she gave them a sniff before she tucked them away in a pocket of her own sports bag, adding with a smile:
‘I’ll keep these – I always like to have a souvenir!’
I swallowed, but it never crossed my mind to object or refuse – and not just because of the
