You walk over to the bench that the jogger is sitting on. She notices you and sits up, with noticeable moisture in her eye. For you though, her bit of misty eyes only accentuates her impressive beauty. As you’d noticed before, she did have a remarkably pretty mouth, with full lips. Her skin looked remarkably smooth and soft, with a slight rosiness to her cheeks that matched her red-tinged blonde hair. Finally, her eyes were a light blue, but had a solid ring of equally vibrant orange around the outside of her iris.
“Hey, are you alright? It looks like you turned your ankle. Does it still hurt? Can you walk on it?” You ask, sitting on the bench, close enough to be friendly and concerned, but not so close that you’re getting in to her personal space.
After trying to put a little bit of weight on her ankle from a sitting position, she makes a pained sucking sound and then responds, “Ahh… yeah, I was running along the edge of the trail because some jerk was jogging right behind me and I was trying to get him pass me, but I just ended up stepping on the side of the path. Fucking jerk didn’t even stop to see if I was ok. So, thank you for stopping, I really appreciate it. Yeah, I’m not sure, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk in it without a lot of pain.”
“Ok, well, let me walk you out of here. I guess… well… I guess we should just get you some ice quickly so that it doesn’t swell up, then see if we need to get you to a hospital. Does that sound right?”
“Yeah, it does, I mean, I don’t want to inconvenience you too much, if you can just get me to a coffee shop or something, I’m sure they’ll have some ice.”
“It’s no inconvenience at all, I literally just started walking. It’s early, I’ll just come back in a while. Umm… I’d be happy to bring you to a coffee shop or restaurant or something, but truthfully, I live just a few blocks from here. We could just go there and you’d be able to raise your foot comfortably with the ice. But if you’d rather just…” you’re about to just qualify your offer so she doesn’t feel like you’re just trying to get her back to your place, which you kind of are, when she cuts you off.
“Oh, that would be really great, thank you so much. I’ve been sitting here for a few minutes, and I’m just feeling a little aggravated, so it would be really nice to be able to just relax for a few minutes. Oh, my name is Jennifer, by the way.”
“Robert, Robert Shaw, nice to meet you, sorry it’s under such lousy circumstances.”
You stand up and lean over next to Jennifer and help her off the bench. She put her arm over your shoulder, and you wrap one arm around her waist. Jennifer is actually just about the same height as well, and so you’re able to walk together fairly comfortably, even with her leaning on you as she sort of limps along.
“So, I guess you don’t live around here, or I could just walk you home. Are you from the city?”
“Actually, I live in [insert generic city name here] most of the time, but I have an apartment uptown where I stay a few weeks to visit friends in town."
“Huh, soo… what do you do exactly?”
“Well, right now I’m just an assistant editor at a newspaper, but I’m trying to do more reporting. I love writing and I think it’d be neat to be able to just do freelance writing."
"Huh," is all you can say. Apartments up town are expensive, and you're pretty sure she's not paying for a second apartment, that she doesn't even live in, on an assistant editor's salary. A solid ten seconds pass as you're trying to figure out how to solicit more information.
"I’ll save you from having to ask the next question. My great great grandfather invented some piece of plastic that does something import for refrigerators. So we have some money kicking around. I'm not insanely wealthy or anything, but that’s how I can afford to have a few apartments around the country.
“Well, I hope my relatively modest abode is sufficient for you.”
“Oh, stop, I’m really just a totally ordinary girl. Well, I’m pretty hot, but otherwise…”
You make it to your building, and up the elevator to your apartment. You settle Jennifer down in a chair facing the window and set her up with an ottoman for her foot. You grab some ice out of the fridge, put it in a bag and wrap the bag in a towel. You walk back over to Jennifer and kneel down next to her foot, placing the ice on her ankle. You look up towards the jogger in the chair. Her head is tilted back, and you take the brief moment to look her over again. Thanks to her position in the chair, her jogging shorts have ridden up her legs, giving you a fine look at her butt.
You stand up and back away from Jennifer, then sit down in a chair a little ways away. The two of you chat while the ice does it’s work, then after ten minutes Jennifer straightens up in her chair.
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