Fired!
After another bout of sleep, I wake up and realize that it is still quite early. I decide to do a quick jog around a couple of blocks. I slip into my jogging attire, slip on the earphones, then I step outside, closing the door behind.
I start slowly and gradually increase my speed. Up ahead of me, I notice a woman dressed in a sports bra and a pair of jean shorts. Her lean tanned body made her look like a greyhound chasing its prey. I stay at a respectable distance behind her just to take in the beauty of her stride and sway.
As we rounded a curve, I slow down a bit but notice that she has maintained her speed. A large man suddenly appears in front of us, dashing in the opposite direction. I side-step to avoid crushing into him, but the woman ahead of me isn't so lucky. She is sprawled on the path at a difficult angle. Two cops appear in hot pursuit of the large man.
I rush to her side to check on her. She is somewhat disoriented but conscious. There is a large gush on her left arm which she instinctively used to arrest her fall. I remove my armbands and double-loop them around her injured arm to form a temporary torniquet to avoid more blood loss. "Can you move your arms?" I ask.
"I guess so," she says. I notice that her right leg is somewhat twisted outward, exposing the fact that she does not have any undies.
I gently move her legs together. "We don't have to let everyone view what's not for them," I say, smiling at her.
"Thanks," she replies weakly.
"Do your legs hurt?" I ask further. I dust off some particles that had embedded themselves in her shin.
"A little," she replies, massaging her knees. I notice more scratches on her thighs.
"Can you try standing?"
"Help me up," she says. I hold her on her good arm and help her stand.
"Do you feel any pain in your leg joints?" I ask.
"I think they're okay," she replies, taking her first step.
"We'll have to get you patched up. That's a nasty wound you've got." I point across the street. "There's a pharmacy over there, maybe we could..."
"No problem," she says. "I'll just phone my sister. She's a nurse... and thanks for your help, Mr..."
"The name's John." I say, as I extend my hand.
She deftly grabs it with her good hand and pulls me toward her. She gives me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks John. I'm Zoe."
"Well, Zoe, I guess I should be going. Nice meeting you, although I'd prefer under better circumstances."
"Same here," she says. I turn away from her start a slow jog when she calls after me. "John, do you have a phone?" I stop and walk back towards her. "I don't usually bring a phone when jogging," she adds as I hand her my phone. While waiting for her to finish her call, I do a number of squats. "Thanks again," she says handing me back my phone. "Tia, my sister, will be here in five."
"Don't I get another kiss?" I ask with a grin.
"So after saving me, you're now hitting on me? Why don't I buy you lunch instead?"
Should I accept the invitation?
I start slowly and gradually increase my speed. Up ahead of me, I notice a woman dressed in a sports bra and a pair of jean shorts. Her lean tanned body made her look like a greyhound chasing its prey. I stay at a respectable distance behind her just to take in the beauty of her stride and sway.
As we rounded a curve, I slow down a bit but notice that she has maintained her speed. A large man suddenly appears in front of us, dashing in the opposite direction. I side-step to avoid crushing into him, but the woman ahead of me isn't so lucky. She is sprawled on the path at a difficult angle. Two cops appear in hot pursuit of the large man.
I rush to her side to check on her. She is somewhat disoriented but conscious. There is a large gush on her left arm which she instinctively used to arrest her fall. I remove my armbands and double-loop them around her injured arm to form a temporary torniquet to avoid more blood loss. "Can you move your arms?" I ask.
"I guess so," she says. I notice that her right leg is somewhat twisted outward, exposing the fact that she does not have any undies.
I gently move her legs together. "We don't have to let everyone view what's not for them," I say, smiling at her.
"Thanks," she replies weakly.
"Do your legs hurt?" I ask further. I dust off some particles that had embedded themselves in her shin.
"A little," she replies, massaging her knees. I notice more scratches on her thighs.
"Can you try standing?"
"Help me up," she says. I hold her on her good arm and help her stand.
"Do you feel any pain in your leg joints?" I ask.
"I think they're okay," she replies, taking her first step.
"We'll have to get you patched up. That's a nasty wound you've got." I point across the street. "There's a pharmacy over there, maybe we could..."
"No problem," she says. "I'll just phone my sister. She's a nurse... and thanks for your help, Mr..."
"The name's John." I say, as I extend my hand.
She deftly grabs it with her good hand and pulls me toward her. She gives me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks John. I'm Zoe."
"Well, Zoe, I guess I should be going. Nice meeting you, although I'd prefer under better circumstances."
"Same here," she says. I turn away from her start a slow jog when she calls after me. "John, do you have a phone?" I stop and walk back towards her. "I don't usually bring a phone when jogging," she adds as I hand her my phone. While waiting for her to finish her call, I do a number of squats. "Thanks again," she says handing me back my phone. "Tia, my sister, will be here in five."
"Don't I get another kiss?" I ask with a grin.
"So after saving me, you're now hitting on me? Why don't I buy you lunch instead?"
Should I accept the invitation?