Rather than being completely alone for this whole week, the time that she had told Mickey that she needed just for herself, she had been with him. He ...ad spent the whole time, no doubt, convincing her that the real problem was Mickey, that without Mickey complicating everything, they would be happy. Mickey was the real problem. Hadn’t they been happy before? Get Mickey out of the picture, and everything would be perfect between them again. That is what she kept hearing in her head, and that was. I'm not fast enough to win any kind of sprint, even one twenty-six miles long, but I've got enough physical endurance and stamina to run damn near any living creature to death over a long ... and I do mean long ... distance.Peggy is fast and quick. And she's always had a surplus of energy that simply amazes me. When she took off across the back lawn, it was like watching a giant jackrabbit scamper across the desert; dashing in a straight line one moment then shifting directions as if on a rail,. “You’ve got 90 seconds left.” He tapped his watch and smirked. She wanted to belt him but actually was really getting hot at the thought of being naked and playing with this guy. She double-backed round and picked up in quick succession a decent sized courgette and a eye wateringly size cucumber, more for comedy value that hoping seriously he would use it on her... “There, done,” she said. “Hmmm, OK but my final veto,” he reminded her. He looked into the basket and reviewed its contents. ?Good morning, Adam,? Fiona said as she stood in front of him. She had showered and dressed, and was drying her hair with a soft white towel.?Morning,? the young man responded, inadvertently pulling at his cuffed wrists and noticeably wincing in discomfort.?I see you stayed exactly where I left you like a good little boy.??Yeah, not like I had much of a choice with that,? he answered with a slight grin, hoping not to convey the frustration he was feeling.?Still have to use the bathroom?? Fiona.