A small herd of nilgai came down the trail. After the first passed under the branch, ‘Dhai raced along the branch. A fat doe was pushing its calf to...hurry it out of danger. A female yearling tried to get past them, was blocked, and reversed course to run back. She hadn’t turned quickly enough. ‘Dhai dropped onto the young doe’s back, grabbed on with all her claws, and bit into the back of the neck. The doe was already starting to run when ‘Dhai landed. She got several lengths ahead before she. “You’re very...” he started, looking down at me. I blinked up at him, playing confused, and he swallowed. Was I making him nervous? I resisted the urge to giggle and jump on him like a sex-crazed teenager and waited. “I like seeing you wearing my shirt.” He stepped closer to me. To my embarrassment, I blushed again, and looked down. My forehead grazed his chest. His hard, sexy chest. “Oh,” was all I could muster. I forced myself to look up at him again and smiled, my hand sliding up his arm. Sharon Nicholas and Steve Coleman were the defending National champions. Marie Beauchamps and Victor Anders were the defending silver medallists, and Linda Bowers and Kurt Mullins the bronze. Then there were Allison Kingsley and Ed Forberg, bronze medallists two years ago, who had missed last year with an injury. Last, but not least, were their friends, the defending junior national champions, Vickers and Pogdar. Although they had beaten Shawna and Evan at the Grand Prix final, they *did*. It was now a roasting hot day, Sally and I had decided because no one at home, her mum out for next two hours minimum and her dad at work, skinny dipping was in order, no neighbours to spy on us only in towels we run down to the pool and jumped in, I felt my nipples go hard it felt amazing. Swimming and laughing about, we dried off in the sun “ I’m going to get more suntan lotion Sally do you want anything”? She shook her head as I wrapped up and went indoors, climbing the stairs I could hear.