My father would always say, “You're not suited for distance, Rachel, you're a speedrunner.” I enjoy running these wooded trails because I rarely s...e anyone out here, so I’m comfortable wearing just a sports bra and my sport shorts. My blue sport thong is saturated with sweat and has been riding up my ass all run. I should have gone with the spandex. Sweat beads down my neck to my breasts where it saturates my sports bra. What was light pink when I started, looks like a light red. My hair is in. "You believe in him that much?" Julia asked."Look at him lady, search his eyes and you will see the truth. Those are not the eyes of a slave but of a conqueror. One who is waiting for his opportunity." Othen said. Normally Julia would have discounted this as a gladiator owner's attempt to gain favor by offering her his finest fighter for her betting, but Othen had never struck her as that type of man. It was true his sage advice had helped her choose the fighter most likely to win many times. At breakfast, Michele’s mother put a hand to her forehead. “You look sick, but you don’t feel hot. Everything all right?”Prodding at her Count Chocula with a spoon Michele tried to remember last night again, but the longer the morning went on the harder it was. “Everything’s fine,” she said. “Too much candy is all.”“Well hurry up and eat, you don’t want Zoe waiting for the bus alone,” Mom said.But Zoe wasn’t at the bus stop. In fact, she wasn’t in class at all. Michele called her house that. Unable to move. She told some people she needed to get over to the bar for refills. She was suddenly picked up and surfed over to the bar. Once there, she was put down on it and carefully stretched out by many hands. Shots and drinks got poured on her stomach. Her shirt was pushed up higher to reveal more of her nice flat stomach. Men and women fought to lick and drink off of her. Other people kissed her and made out with her. She liked it.People in the large crowd undid her shorts and.