It was listed as a “fun run,” meaning there was no prize money, simply a ribbon and recognition. That was fine with me. I wouldn’t likely be in ...ine for a prize anyway. I was there for the change of pace and the exercise.It was a cool morning and overcast, fortunately with no wind. I was in my usual running gear of nylon running vest and shorts, hoping we wouldn’t have to stand around too long before the run began. I had one strategy and that was to get as close to the front as possible in. "Okay ... but could you at least show me how to hold the racket!"Heather stepped into the rec center and flashed her ID to the student worker behind the desk. She was about to ask the kid if he'd seen Gregg or Rivkah, but the sound of a loud cheer turned her head toward the racquetball courts. A large crowd had filled the bleachers and it was standing room only in an area that generally never got crowds.As Heather approached, smiling, her eyes were on the spectators, not the game. Guys moved. I didn't expect to have any problems converting her to my side. She was 'old Dixie' enough to resent the idea of gangsters (especially dark-skinned ones) running around her neighborhood at night firing off guns. Hell, she was eagerly awaiting the opportunity to do some firing back at them! She was all for some law and order around here as long as she could help provide some of the order with her scattergun.Next, working around clockwise around our street, was Donna & Douglass Thomas who were. Both of them had on tactical shorts and boots, with dry-fit shirts. The other vehicle on the parking pad, a black Hummer, must have been Beard's. "Had to see for myself, bro!" Beard laughed. "Yep, she's real. And hot, just like you said."I could tell Beard was trying to embarrass CJ, but that wasn't likely to happen. CJ just smiled and nodded in agreement. I felt a little bit like a piece of meat, albeit delicious meat. But who can be upset about a guy referring to me as HOT? I reminded myself..