I missed Jenny for the 3K split, but noticed her for the 5K. She'd jotted 14:56 on the poster board. Too fast, but my pace felt right, dammit. I was r...nning easy with the stride I preferred. I felt loose with lots of reserve, which of course started to change about the 8K mark. Would I hit my lactate threshold too soon?I watched one runner ahead of me stagger and fall to the side. Some spectators helped him off the course, and my body was strongly suggesting I do the same. Uh-uh, I muttered.. "May I try something?" Debranella asked. "It's rather personal, but I have a feeling it might help you to understand."I felt a twinge of nervousness, but shrugged it away. "Please, go right ahead."She shot backward in surprise. "You trust me so easily?" You trusted me not to hard Daffyd," I replied. "It would be rude not to give you the same respect in return."Slowly, she floated back before my face. Her fairy-flesh dazzled me as it caught a thin ray of sunshine. "He's right," she told me. "You. It was with a lot of trepidation that I left the toiletand walked the three miles to the table in the corner. I looked aroundto see if anyone was laughing at me or ringing the police on theirmobiles. I swear that I saw a baby in a pram with a mobile but that mayhave just been my heightened sense of unreality. I then noticed thatall the faces were different. I then remembered that people neverstayed long in places like that and a whole new load of gulliblepunters had taken the place of the ones. I know that I'm getting wet. I can feel the tell-tale trickle. Your eyes, your eyes ALWAYS make me so wet!Now there can be no doubt. I'm about to come. I don't try and hurry it and I don't hold back. I just look directly into your eyes and let this old woman's ancient craft do the rest.Oooh! Now it's here!Now it's getting close. What once was stiff now turns liquid. A trickle of sweat runs down between my breasts. My thighs catch fire and now it's here ... HERE!My hips lift as my back arches. A.