1. Like a Hero


    Date: 12/15/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Nicole_Larson, Source: LushStories

    My head was spinning. Absolutely spinning, and it wasn't just the glass of champagne. The last month, the last year even, had been a complete blur. From high school swim meets, to a generous college scholarship, to the Olympic trials, to the eight days I spent in the Athletes' Village, to the medal stand (three times), to the media circus back home, to this bathroom in the swankiest hotel in the capitol city of the state I was born in. How could so much happen to one person in so little time? Also, how long had I been leaning on this sink, staring into the mirror? Minutes? Hours? You can prepare your whole life to be an Olympic athlete. You can train and work for years. But nothing can prepare you for the feeling you get when they hand you the bouquet of flowers and slip that heavy gold medal around your neck and you stand there with the world watching as the anthem plays. A stupid farm girl, barely eighteen years old, stringy red hair, more strength than sense, more freckles than actual skin, suddenly an Olympic hero. Hero? Heroes are people who save people from burning buildings or stop wars from happening. Not people who swim back and forth in a pool. Any schmoe can do that with enough training. A real hero cures diseases or... The bathroom door opened, and broke me out of my reverie. I wiped my eyes (after suddenly realizing I'd been about to cry), and stood up straight. The clicking of high heels on the tile floor announced the arrival of a short, middle aged woman in an ...
    impeccable business suit. It took me a while to realize that it was the Governor of our fine state. Katherine Maddox, only woman to be elected to the state's highest office. When I did realize who it was, I stood up straight, adjusted my brand new suit jacket and made sure the fly on my brand new slacks was zipped up. She was a petite woman, shorter than me by maybe a foot. She was skinny, her dark brown hair shone with red highlights. She saw me in the mirror as she walked toward me. As she approached the sink next to me, she winked at me and said, "How you doing, kid?" "Fine, Madam Governor," I said, suddenly unsure if that was the right way to address a Governor. If anyone had told me, I forgot about it. Governor Maddox turned on the faucet in the sink next to mine and ran her hands under the water, waiting for it to get warm. Her reflection smiled at me and said, "Call me Kate." Call the Governor Kate, I thought. Sure, why not. It's not hardly the weirdest thing that's happened to me in the last month. My impression of her was that she was nice, even though I'd only met her once, during the banquet earlier tonight. She, much better in front of the throng of cameras than I was, told the crowd how much effort and strength it takes to do what I'd done, and how proud everyone was of me, and how I was an American Hero, and so much effusive praise that I stopped listening after a while. "Overwhelmed?" she asked. Her voice was deep, betraying the use of tobacco, although no one ...
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