Let me take you back to that time as this is where our story begins. [six months earlier] (sound of a car's engine coming smoothly to a halt, the moto... shutting off and the sound of the door closing, followed by racing footsteps towards the front door) "Sweetie... BABY!!!... I got it!" Braxton shouted excitedly as he barreled through the door and quickly slammed it shut. "That's wonderful sweetheart," she exclaimed as she rushed to meet him. Braxton was a tall (about six foot 3 inches) and dark. No bitterness allowed, he reminded himself. ‘Yes please,’ Paul answered, also in French. ‘Oh, you are English!’ ‘American. Pardon my accent.’ ‘No, you speak very good French!’ ‘Thanks a lot!’ And he meant it. The people here were much friendlier than he had been led to believe. ‘Is it your first time in Switzerland?’ she asked as she poured his cider. ‘Yes, and I love it. Merry Christmas!’ She replied in kind and set the refill before him. ‘Okay, Paul admitted to himself as another swish of. “They look very fit,” the section leader pondered.“We get a lot of club runners from some of the local running clubs. This is good training for them, though it’s not specifically the sort of running they would usually do.”“What do you mean?” the word ‘training’ had piqued the section leader’s interest.“Well they would normally do road running. Half marathons, marathons, that sort of thing. A cross country obstacle course fun-run would not normally be their thing. Not for true training. I woulda fallen down except he was holding me up by the arm, kinda jerking me around."What'd I tell you about mouthing off, bitch?" Todd dragged me into the bedroom and threw me onto the floor so I stumbled and fell on my butt. He left the door wide open and started unzipping his jeans, stepping close and looking down at me."I'm sorry," I swallowed hard and blinked fast a bunch of times cause I didn't want to cry. "I love you, Todd. I didn't mean it." That's better," he smiled and nodded and.