You know that she didn't have a car and was a very good walker. Most of the times she just walked from the office to her flat in the city, often crossing the park. The weather wasn't to sunny today, but still not really cold, and there was no rain when you settled to the park. You were wearing the new coat and hat, so that hardly anyone would recorgnize you at fisrt sight. You sat down on the bench and waited, and finally she came and passed you by without wasting a look at you. She was wearing tight black pants, a black sweater and a short black velvet jacket, carrying an umbrella and a bag. Her long hair was bound in a single braid today. She walked fast and strong, and your eyes rested on her firm butt in the tight trousers as she dissapeared under the trees of the long way. |