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The runner
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The runner He had been running past her garden now for the last three weeks. She would not normally take any notice of runners, but he seemed different. The river with its bank grassed is often used by runners as they thud along in their effort to get fit. He, however, glides by. His upper body smooth and almost still on movement, his arms naturally in rhythm with his legs. Thought powerful thighs lifting parallel to the round then his leg extends to softly hit the ground and he pushes off from the balls of his feet. “goodness”, she asks herself, “how do I know his stride so well?” Three weeks of watching and focus was the answer, but she did not admit it. Was it really those strong and muscular thighs, the sway the sorts rode up with each stride, or the thought of what was hidden under them. Was he strong and firm all over, like the muscular body she could see as he ran past. “Stop it” she chastised herself that is getting dirty. But why was she out in her garden each day this week, even though he only ran on alternative days. Weeding little and often was her excuse. Today was a run day and she was there in her tee shirt and shorts waiting, how in hand as if she was Weeding. Down the path she saw him coming smooth and strong not pounding just gliding. He got near to her garden, which was close the turn he made into the<b> woods </font></b>before the climb up the hill. It was then she remembered his bottom. His pret gluts presented themselves to her as he would turn. They seemed to wink at her as if the say, “look at this nice bottom”. And often she would look as he turned and ran into the<b> woods. </font></b>He came close as close as usual, then suddenly he stopped. “have you given up for today?” she shouted over to him. She did not why she made this outburst, but she was glad she did. He turned, looked at her and smiled a wonderful ward smile. “No, I have just broken one of my laces.” he replied. The standing on his left foot he lifted his right thigh to parallel straighten his leg out and turned his foot towards her to show the broken lace. “Wow that takes some strength” she though to herself. Then quick as a flash she said, “I have some spare laces, may I help?” Hi smile grew wider and his shone, “that would be very kind of you, thank you, may I come in?” He was not the tallest of men, just an inch or two taller than her, but his physique was gorgeous and his face quite handsome. “may I come in” had a different meaning as he approached. She opened the small gate at the back of her back garden and let him in. All of a sudden she could feel a tingling and a little damp and wanted to let him in. “Hello I am Martine” as she held out her hand to him. He took her hand gently yet firmly “hi Martine I am Alex”. |
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