I had a tradition where I challenged all the new runners to a race the first day of work outs. Knowing I would be smoked in a short distance, the rac...e was three miles around the track. I usually won, instantly gaining their respect and they were quick to listen when I promised to make them faster. Each year, at the end of the season I would race the entire team. The deal was that anyone who lapped me during the race was rewarded with a steak dinner at my expense. It had been close, but so. I had seen too many people fall in lust, burn with all consuming intensity, only to flare and burn to ashes. I was determined that Sue and I would take things slow enough to build a solid foundation, one that could stand the test of time, even if we didn’t last as partners I wanted us to remain friends, Sue accepted my decision, reluctantly at first, more eagerly as I explained further. Besides, as I reminded her with a sharp spank, it was not her place to question me. Of course I kissed her. ’ ‘You’re a fucking screw up with no chance at all, and you’ll never find the perfect girl.’ Again, she did as I said! But why now, and not before? Wait….ADMIT IT. That was it. I needed to test it out, just once more. ‘Admit it, you’ve wet your bed in the last month.’ Emma replied with a look of sincerity, and a sense of realism, ‘I’ve wet my bed in the last month. I’m so ashamed of myself…’ This could not be happening. Surely, there was some mistake. Emma was playing along with me. I’ll test. Mum already had a huge stockpot of chicken and vegetable soup going on the cooker; we all had a good bowlful of that before starting on the toast, ham and pork pie, which kept us all quiet for a bit. My parents were normally sticklers for sitting down at the table for a meal, but they didn’t have twelve kitchen chairs, nor was the formica-topped table big enough for more than half of us to sit at, so Dad and the five girls got it, and the rest of us propped up against the walls, trying to keep.