Running trails is different from running on a track or on the roads. The surface changes and differs every time you run on it. You have to worry about...rain far more. It's not just a case of getting wet; the rain can destabilize your running surface very easily. Anyway, I trucked along at a good pace trying to lose myself and my problems in the music and the run.I always set my iPod shuffle to shuffle. That way I can just let ITunes fill it up with a random selection of music and it will play. " Pleased to meet you, Fabiana. Do you go by any nickname?"She blushed. "Yes, Faba. I didn't grow these," she pointed at her breasts, "until after I turned seventeen; I was tall and skinny."Joey smirked. Back then the nickname had been cruel, meaning beanstalk. Now nobody would make that association."I guess you grew out of that. Okay if I call you Fabi?"A smile was his reward. "Yes, I like that," she answered. "Maybe we can go out together when you have time. I have Sundays off."Briefly. We laughed about it for nearly thirty minutes before she signed off and started getting her ducks in a row for handling him. For a minute or two afterward I wondered if she had contingency plans for keeping me in line, but then decided I didn't care if she did. I was also practically sure Carl would think she was wonderful for the care she was about to take of him.By the time we made it home the fix was in and it didn't take Rose long to get things in motion. She had a four-woman assortment. She put her hand on the wall, careful not to get splitters. She opened the door to the room containing the rattling sound. She could only stare in disbelief at what laid before her. Her friends were chained naked to the wall with their toes fusing together into a solid foot. Their pert breasts seemed to swell in size and became hard and erect."Sandra! Lesley!" Paula screamed in terror as their hair slid off their heads like a pair of wigs. Ever stitch of body hair had also fallen off as Paula.