I’m still hiding out in my hermit hole a bit. It’s been probably five days since I’ve been anywhere but the hospital. Éclair has not called me once today, so I wonder if she has given up on me or if she is just giving it a break for a while. There is a knock on my door, and I hesitate to move because if it is Éclair I’m worried I might would actually answer it. I slither off of my couch and quietly make my way over to the door –quite confident that it’s not Éclair before I even get there because the first knock was not followed by yelling or angry banging on the door. I peep through the hole, and I see Sylvia standing patiently outside of my door. I smile.

I open up the door, not realizing how much I must look like a bum right now, and she immediately grins and shows off her perky personality. “All right, you look like shit,” she says, laughing as she enters inside and runs her fingers through my obviously unwashed hair.

“Oh… well, sorry,” I say, “I was not exactly expecting company.”

Her eyes dart over to the kitchen where several days’ worth of delivery dinners are still scattered all over the place. “I suppose I should have called,” she says and spins herself around. She is wearing a bright pink running top and white tennis skirt with a bit of pink bedazzling down the leg line along with some matching running shoes. She doesn’t look like she’s been for a run, so my guess is she was headed that way and decided to stop by. “You need to get out of the house,” she says and crosses her arms.

“I’m not really in the mood,” I admit.

“Well, get in the mood –because from the looks of it you have been sulking around your apartment all day… days?” Sylvia rolls her eyes. “Besides, I have planned a date.”

“Oh?” I question.

“Go on, go get on some running shoes.” She waves me off towards the bedroom, remaining behind in the den so I don’t get any kinky ideas.

I roll my eyes and go and get dressed. She is about as easy to argue with as Éclair, so I don’t bother. Once I’m dressed in a tank, gym shorts, and my best running shoes, I exit the bedroom ready to go. I guess athletic women is just my thing. It was always the same with Éclair –although our idea of athletic activities mostly consisted of weird shit we would do in the bedroom –but I’m pretty sure if Éclair and I had ever actually dated, going for a run would probably be something we would have done. I like running and pushing my body to new limits through activities like rock-climbing or boxing. I also enjoy being with a woman who enjoys doing those sort of things with me –well, running and rock-climbing that is, I don’t know if I would ever want to throw punches with a chick.

Sylvia and I head out, and we enjoy a nice evening run. She leads the way, and the next thing I know we are arriving at an unopened skate park. The place is brand new and is still off-limits due to the fact that its grand opening is not for another couple of weeks, but Sylvia has a key to let us in through the gates. Apparently she is testing out the new equipment, and she has invited me along to see her in action. “Can you skateboard?” she asks, locating two boards she had stashed away earlier. She has all sorts of top of the line gear for us to use –stuff that hasn’t even hit the market yet, and I got to admit it’s kind of a turn on for a guy who is into this sort of stuff like me.

“It’s been a while,” I admit.

“Pussy,” she teases once she has put on her knee and elbow pads and helmet. She doesn’t give me time to think or give an adequate response before skating off towards one of the half-pipes. I go after her at about the half the speed she is going, and by the time I reach her she is doing some pretty impressive maneuvers that I know if I attempt I will land on my ass.

“Nice.” I say and skate around half-ass on the ramps, showing her that I do know a little but lack the confidence and the ability to attempt her more experienced tricks. She zips around me on a ramp and goes up on a handrail, gliding with ease and landing with perfect grace. I grin, “You know, that is something I could never figure out.”

“What? Handrails?” she asks.

“Yeah. I would always fall on my ass.” I grin, not sure if I should try it or not.

“Show me what you do, and maybe I can help you out,” she says.

“I’m not twenty anymore. I don’t want to break my damn leg,” I say.

As if to further the taunt, she proceeds to go back and forth on the handrail. I roll my eyes. “All right, all right –fine, but if I break my leg, you’re paying for the emergency bill.” As predicated, I trip up as soon as I get my board up on the rail, and I fall and straddle the fucking rail, collapsing over in a heap onto the concrete ground beside the rail. Damn, my balls!

She is laughing at me, but she hurries over concerned. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have made you do that!”

“Nope. I’m fine. I’m fine… my pride is hurt more than anything,” I say, although a lot more than my pride is throbbing now.

We wind up skating around for a while longer before Sylvia takes me to the parks corner offices –they’re empty, and there is a little loveseat inside. I grin, suspecting where this is going but not too hopeful just yet. “There’s a private shower in here for park security and for any future professional skaters who come here for competitions,” she says and proceeds to strip down, “And I think I could use a shower after all that.”

Geeze, woman! I smile and tell her that I think I’m in need of one too. She makes a cheesy joke about saving water, and we both hurry into the private shower after dropping out clothes in the office. I stare excitedly as the water runs over her, and I lack all patience in this moment. I push her up against the tile wall and kiss her lips and her breasts. I nibble at her neck, and she laughs as she drapes her arms on my shoulder. Water splashes in my eyes, but I’m only blinded by it for a moment. I push my dick up inside her, and then I wrap my arms around her, lifting her up off her feet and pinning her against the tile wall as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Oh, God, James!” I hear her shout excitedly. Her breasts are at the perfect height for me to kiss and gently bite.

I’m glad she came to get me out of the house. I manage to keep her up in the air with my body weight and one arm while my other hand reaches around her throat, choking her just a bit. I think she’s into that sort of thing, but I’m not entirely sure making the plunge. She practically screams when I do it, so I take it as a good sign. Her lips cup around mine, and I feel her tongue do this sexy flip in my mouth –it weirds me out slightly because Éclair used to do the same thing when we first started fucking around. I won’t let thinking of Éclair ruin another moment with Sylvia, though. This time I push Éclair out of my mind, and I focus entirely on Sylvia and on making her scream and beg for more.

Just as I am really getting her going, we both hear the subtle sound of a camera phone, and we freeze. “Son of a bitch!” Sylvia shrieks, and I turn to see this teenage little shit running off.

“Fuck!” I shout, and I turn to go after him in all my naked glory. The little punk slips in water just outside of the shower, and he winds up flat on his back with my dick just floating about as I stand over him. I grab his phone, and he jumps up to take it from me, but I snap it in half and then throw it into the wall.

“Awe, fuck!” the kid shouts, and I grab him by his shirt collar. “Fuck man, put some pants on!” he shouts at me.

I glare at the kid. I don’t give a shit if I’m in pants or not –I’m going to kick his little ass. I can hear Sylvia back in the shower completely freaking out about the little pervert. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t just beat the life out of you, you little creep!” I shout at the top of your lungs.

The kid is scared out of his mind. He holds up both hands, “It-it wasn’t for me,” he tries to pull away from my grasp and I can tell he is doing everything he can to keep his eyes up and not glance down at my package.

“What the fuck do you mean?” I ask, realizing that I hear Sylvia getting dressed in her panic. Little fucker just cock-blocked me and took a picture of me and my girl doing the deed in a public shower.

“S-some lawyer paid be five hundred bucks to follow you around…” he says, “He wanted pictures of you doing anything… um…questionable…”

“Let me guess,” I shove the kid down onto the ground, and he lands on his back, “the lawyer who paid you is the one taking on the lawsuit case, right?” The kid nods. “Cheap ass lawyer hires some random little shit off the street instead of a detective, huh?” I practically growl as I throw my pants back on, still dripping wet. I point a finger at him, “Let me tell you something right now, if I ever see you again, I’m going to break your fucking neck. You’re lucky I don’t call the cops, you little pervert. Tell your lawyer friend that if he tries to pull anymore shit like this, I’m going to put together a counter suit. Now beat it!”

The kid runs out without collecting the broken fragments of his phone. Sylvia emerges from the shower looking incredibly distraught. I’m 100% confident that I am never going to be able to fuck this woman in a shower ever again after that. I can’t wait to call my lawyer about this bullshit; I’m sure Lillian is going to have a field day with this one.