Two weeks had passed. Susan quit drinking and ceased to take
illicit chemicals. She began a regular regimen
of exercise and started to jog around the reservoir in Central Park. It was the first two weeks of April and the
weather in New York was cool, bracing and brisk. She reveled in the early spring sunshine. She felt as if she had no cares in the
world. Towards the end of that month
while pausing from a jog, Susan sat herself on a wooden bench by the reservoir. She felt good though fatigued and was gazing
upwards at the wide, cloudless sky which glistened above the southern cluster
of the various, teeming and silver skyscrapers.
Another jogger, a tall, young man sat down
on the same wide bench to Susan’s right.
He had short, blond hair and sable-tinted eyes. He was thin and very handsome. He was wearing white shorts with a light-red
lining and was donning a plain, white V-neck tea shirt. He did not notice Susan sitting across from
him. He produced a small, black cell
phone and began to text a friend. Susan
looked lustfully at his muscular legs, making sure all the time that the young
man did not see the direction of her gaze.
She felt a burning sensation as she lifted her eyes which then admired the
young man’s sculpted arms and his half-exposed, comely chest. Susan then became aware of her attentions and
felt a profound, guilty emotion, along with a decisive disappointment within her. She made a promise to herself to begin a
chaste way of living. Yet she could help
but become more aroused as she looked at this man in secret. The harder she struggled against her lustful
feelings, the more they increased.
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