He increased the speed to a slow jog and was starting to get into a rhythm, controlling his breathing and trying to relax, let the body do its thing. ...It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before he was gasping, cursing his lack of conditioning. He had not run since he lost his leg and his body was punishing him for it. He was determined to push the performance envelope every day of his rehab, and he ignored the pain and soreness that came with that push.He increased the pace again, his lungs. Roy propped the chairs against his legs and extended his arm to each of us."We're from...Seattle," I said, figuring there was no sense in going into the whole Seattle/New York story."It's so nice meeting you, Tom, Sally," Lisa said, "I'm sure we'll see more of each other Well, it's a big beach so we'll walk up a little ways to give you guys some privacy." Don't be silly," mom said, "put your chairs down right here."I looked at her and rolled my eyes. So much for a quiet day at the beach. As Roy. Her breasts were high and beautiful in her basque… her hips flaring out with feminine grace… her black stockings were high and showed her white thighs that were gleaming lustrously in the soft light… that body was well toned and incredibly feminine… so curvaceous… He walked towards her as she stood perfectly still like a alabaster statue of Venus. He would always have that vision of her in his mind… her beauty was not of this world she was the perfect mold with a body of a goddess. She lifted. "It must cost a bit, huh?" Not really." She laughed again. "I think I pretty much used up anythingit had." She pushed a couple of buttons on her antique cash register,the kind where the amount showed in big white numbers before smilingthat kindly smile again. Judging from the amount I briefly wondered ifshe knew I'd stolen the panties and was attempting to punish me in herown clever way."And by the way, my name's Elizabeth. What's yours, young man?" Rick. But everybody calls me The Ref." At her.