Lie to Me
She knew I was behind her now. I was gaining on her fast and could sense her panic. She was running wildly, as fast as she could, to escape, but to no avail. Her Brunette ponytail was swinging wildly from side to side, her arms pumping, legs driving, I was close enough now to see the sweat between her shoulder blades, on the back of her sports crop top. Closer still, and I could hear her gasping for air, above the sound of my own deep respiration. She half turned to look now,...