At first, Angela jogged through the winding paths and heard nothing but her own footfalls and the wind rustling through the tree branches
above with the occasional faint sound of a vehicle on the road. She enjoyed the alone time with nature, breathing in the brisk cold air, her
lungs ached with each breath, but perspiration broke out in a sheen over her face. She powered on, as the runner’s high took effect. The
path wound around the jagged rocks and down a small hill to the stream that wove through the park. The crystal-clear water bubbled as it
flowed heartily over the stones, made smooth from years of flow. Her feet thump-thumped over the earthen path beside the brook. Angela hoped
she wouldn’t slip and fall, because even if she screamed, no one would hear her way out in the park at night. The footbridge came into view,
finally, and she raced towards it, planning to slow her moves once she crossed and worked her way through the picnic area on the other side
before doubling back. It was after she’d crossed over the bridge when she heard other footfalls near but couldn’t see anyone.
Angela paused and jogged in place quietly while listening. Hearing nothing, she slowly jogged in a circle peering out over the shadows, and
noticed nothing. Shrugging, she turned and slowed her steps while remaining in a jog. Her body had warmed, and she was glad she didn’t wear
the scarf. Her bosom jiggled and bounced and Angela chuckled at what Keesha thought of her. The men in the yoga class would love to gawk at
her now, and the thought turned her on as she wound her way through the picnic grounds. The men in the class ogled her and joined just to
watch her stretch and bounce through the yoga poses. A smile stretched across her face at the thought of what her body did to those men.
Admittedly, she loved the attention.
At last, the picnic table closest to the foot bridge came into sight. The burning in her lungs and legs made Angela decide to stop for a
breather before finishing the slow jog through the park to the road. She slowed to a walk and finally rested at the picnic table nestled
under a group of trees by the water’s edge. The bubbling water rushed over the smooth rocks, sounding cold but inviting.