Janet loved to watch Sam run. She loved watching the muscles in her toned legs work as she pushed them to their limits making her way around the track.
Lounging on the bench, Janet watched as an errant piece of hair fell loose as Sam ran. The lock bouncing from the exertion and the wind, dripping with sweat that would soon drip onto Sam's shoulder and make its way down her arm or get soaked into the fabric of the pink sports suit she wore.
She'd worked herself up and would definitely need a shower after this. Janet couldn't wait.