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Glen was annoyed. The EMT had stuck an IV in his arm, just to be sure, and he was confined to a cot in the Aid Tent at the finish line.   Everyone else was out partying, and cheering on other runners. A few of his co-workers came by to wish him well before they left. Glen felt very alone all of a sudden. He had no family close by, and he had been divorced for years. If that had been lights-out for him at the last obstacle, who would have known or cared?

“Hey, it was just a taser shock. I’m fine! Can I go now?” He asked. The EMT came back, and as officiously as the earlier EMT, said: “Sir, it’s a precaution. Race organizers have told us to observe you for a while, to be sure there are no other problems. At your age, we have to be careful of your heart!”

Glen couldn’t really argue with that. The IV was probably better for him than a beer right now. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with a hangover the next day. The reminder of his age soured his mood, though. He lay back on the cot, adjusting the pillow so he was comfortable. In the shade, he began to doze off.

“Couldn’t handle it, old man?” Glen woke with a start. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the amazing silhouette of the woman in the tent opening. “Anything to get out of some serious beer drinking, eh, ya' lightweight!?!’ Zoe scolded. She walked up to the cot, and straddled it. Though she was probably a foot shorter then Glen, she loomed over him with a wicked smile. Glen pulled his knees up, and she sat at the foot. She glowed in the light of the tent flap.

“Naw, I got my drink right here!” Glen said, smiling and holding up his arm to show her the I.V. injection and tube. “Gatorade in a bag, is what they told me! Want a ‘shot’?” Zoe laughed at the pun, then rubbed his leg, The unexpected touch stirred Glen, down to his root chakra.

“I’m glad you’re OK." Zoe said nicely. She continued to stroke his thigh. "When are they letting you out of here?” She asked.

“I dunno!” He said. Her touch continued to stir Glen's loins, and he shifted nervously.  “When they think I’m no longer a danger to other runners or course workers!” This got another fabulous smile from Zoe. It warmed up Glen’s mood. He was happy she came to visit. “Uh, about what happened back there…thank you so much!” he said. Zoe seemed to blush a bit.

“You would have done the same for me. You kind of did before, when my shorts broke. You were very gallant then!” She said. It was Glen's turn to blush

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about you rescuing me! I was thanking you for the big kiss afterwards! All of my male co-workers are insanely jealous!” Glen said with a teasing smirk. Zoe gasped, and immediately punched Glen in the thigh! “OW! Medic, help!” Glen said mockingly. “Crazed lunatic in the ward!” The EMT looked for a second, shook his head, and turned back to his charts.

“Well, asshole, that little wise crack cost you the chance to go party with me tonight!” She said flatly. Glen, taken aback, began to think she was serious, but he guessed otherwise.

“Bullsnickers! If you didn’t really want to invite me, you would have just walked out and not told me!” Glen said with a twinkle in his eye. “Where should I pick you up?”

“Humph…you’re pretty confident of yourself, aren’t you, Mister? I though you were all gentlemanly, but it seems you’re more of an arrogant rascal! Didn’t you take some sort of an oath as an Army Officer?” She asked mockingly.

“Ha, my commission only says I have to be an officer. There’s nothing in there about being a gentleman!” Glen retorted.

Zoe stood and came closer. She leaned forward, her large breasts resting on his chest. She appeared to be closing for a kiss. Glen began to pucker his lips. At the last second, she dodged his face, came alongside his left ear, and whispered: “Good, Glen! I was afraid you were going to be too nice a guy to hang with!” She slipped a piece of paper into Glen’s right hand, and sat up. She stared in his eyes for a moment, without a smile, before standing and walking out the tent. Glen stared in awe at her amazing backside one more time, as she left without looking back. Glen then looked at the paper. It had the name of a popular roof top bar, and a time: 10 PM.

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Glen parked his late model Thunderbird in the valet lot next to the bar. A nice evening, he drove with the top down, but put it up in the lot. He spied a few questionable youth in the area, and didn't want to chance any damage to the car. He was dressed in decent jeans, and had a dark grey button down shirt, open a bit at the collar. That and nice shoes and a watch were his wardrobe for the evening. The sidewalk seemed crowded for 10 o’clock. Usually, the activity picked up around 11. He could hear a DJ spinning some sort of techno beat from the roof. Glen paused for a second at the door. The bouncer was checking ID of other patrons, and didn’t even blink an eye in his direction. Glen felt very old, all of a sudden. He wondered if this was going to go well, or if he would look like a fool. He decided it was better to try, than to not and always wonder. He entered the bar.

Glen walked up the creaky old wooden stairs. The building was old: at least 100 years or so. It was in an old part of town that had gentrified, and many of these old storefronts became boutiques, or upscale nightclubs and restaurants. Glen got to the roof, to be greeted by a throng of dancing and cavorting 20 and 30 somethings. In spite of the open roof and cool evening breeze, the air was heavy with the scent of colognes, cigarettes, vapor cigs, and hormones. The space was lit by a variety of suspended lights, including a vast array of different holiday lights. It was as if the bar was trying to compete with the dazzling night sky. “Nice try!” he thought about the decor. Glen looked around. He couldn’t see Zoe nearby. He got a lot of sneers, though, from younger patrons. Feeling a bit self-conscious, he decided to go the bar for a drink.

The bar area sat up on a couple steps above the dance floor and seating area, along one parapet. The DJ had his own platform on the opposite parapet. The view of the dance floor was terrific. He looked about, but still didn’t see Zoe. Glen decided not to panic. She might be a little behind schedule. He went to the bar and ordered Scotch on the rocks. He took his drink, and went down the steps, hoping to mingle and see if Zoe appeared.

“I’m glad to see the Army taught you punctuality!”   Glen spun at the sound of Zoe’s voice. He looked back up at the bar, to see that Zoe was sitting almost right next to where he had ordered his drink. Glen wondered why he had missed her, but only for a second. He was suddenly overcome by the sight of her beauty. She sat there, wearing a very tiny L.B.D. and high-heeled boots. Her thick, shapely legs were crossed, and her braless breasts were barely restrained by the…thin, shear fabric of the top! He raised an eyebrow: It looked like another wardrobe malfunction was about to occur! Her long wavy hair tumbled over one shoulder. She had a little bit of eye and lip make-up, but let the natural glow of her bronze skin do the rest. She looked so completely different than from the mud run. His expression must have been of wonder and delight, as Zoe broke into a big, thankful smile, as she raised his glass to him.

“Cheers!” She said, beaming.

Glen came up, thankful to see her. He brought his glass to hers slowly, and just touched the lip of the glass with his. He stared into her eyes intently.

“Cheers!” He returned.

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Glen was annoyed. The EMT had stuck an IV in his arm, just to be sure, and he was confined to a cot in the Aid Tent at the finish line.   Everyone else was out partying, and cheering on other runners. A few of his co-workers came by to wish him well before they left. Glen felt very alone all of a sudden. He had no family close by, and he had been divorced for years. If that had been lights-out for him at the last obstacle, who would have known or cared?

“Hey, it was just a taser shock. I’m fine! Can I go now?” He asked. The EMT came back, and as officiously as the earlier EMT, said: “Sir, it’s a precaution. Race organizers have told us to observe you for a while, to be sure there are no other problems. At your age, we have to be careful of your heart!”

Glen couldn’t really argue with that. The IV was probably better for him than a beer right now. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with a hangover the next day. The reminder of his age soured his mood, though. He lay back on the cot, adjusting the pillow so he was comfortable. In the shade, he began to doze off.

“Couldn’t handle it, old man?” Glen woke with a start. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the amazing silhouette of the woman in the tent opening. “Anything to get out of some serious beer drinking, eh, ya' lightweight!?!’ Zoe scolded. She walked up to the cot, and straddled it. Though she was probably a foot shorter then Glen, she loomed over him with a wicked smile. Glen pulled his knees up, and she sat at the foot. She glowed in the light of the tent flap.

“Naw, I got my drink right here!” Glen said, smiling and holding up his arm to show her the I.V. injection and tube. “Gatorade in a bag, is what they told me! Want a ‘shot’?” Zoe laughed at the pun, then rubbed his leg, The unexpected touch stirred Glen, down to his root chakra.

“I’m glad you’re OK." Zoe said nicely. She continued to stroke his thigh. "When are they letting you out of here?” She asked.

“I dunno!” He said. Her touch continued to stir Glen's loins, and he shifted nervously.  “When they think I’m no longer a danger to other runners or course workers!” This got another fabulous smile from Zoe. It warmed up Glen’s mood. He was happy she came to visit. “Uh, about what happened back there…thank you so much!” he said. Zoe seemed to blush a bit.

“You would have done the same for me. You kind of did before, when my shorts broke. You were very gallant then!” She said. It was Glen's turn to blush

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about you rescuing me! I was thanking you for the big kiss afterwards! All of my male co-workers are insanely jealous!” Glen said with a teasing smirk. Zoe gasped, and immediately punched Glen in the thigh! “OW! Medic, help!” Glen said mockingly. “Crazed lunatic in the ward!” The EMT looked for a second, shook his head, and turned back to his charts.

“Well, asshole, that little wise crack cost you the chance to go party with me tonight!” She said flatly. Glen, taken aback, began to think she was serious, but he guessed otherwise.

“Bullsnickers! If you didn’t really want to invite me, you would have just walked out and not told me!” Glen said with a twinkle in his eye. “Where should I pick you up?”

“Humph…you’re pretty confident of yourself, aren’t you, Mister? I though you were all gentlemanly, but it seems you’re more of an arrogant rascal! Didn’t you take some sort of an oath as an Army Officer?” She asked mockingly.

“Ha, my commission only says I have to be an officer. There’s nothing in there about being a gentleman!” Glen retorted.

Zoe stood and came closer. She leaned forward, her large breasts resting on his chest. She appeared to be closing for a kiss. Glen began to pucker his lips. At the last second, she dodged his face, came alongside his left ear, and whispered: “Good, Glen! I was afraid you were going to be too nice a guy to hang with!” She slipped a piece of paper into Glen’s right hand, and sat up. She stared in his eyes for a moment, without a smile, before standing and walking out the tent. Glen stared in awe at her amazing backside one more time, as she left without looking back. Glen then looked at the paper. It had the name of a popular roof top bar, and a time: 10 PM.

---

Glen parked his late model Thunderbird in the valet lot next to the bar. A nice evening, he drove with the top down, but put it up in the lot. He spied a few questionable youth in the area, and didn't want to chance any damage to the car. He was dressed in decent jeans, and had a dark grey button down shirt, open a bit at the collar. That and nice shoes and a watch were his wardrobe for the evening. The sidewalk seemed crowded for 10 o’clock. Usually, the activity picked up around 11. He could hear a DJ spinning some sort of techno beat from the roof. Glen paused for a second at the door. The bouncer was checking ID of other patrons, and didn’t even blink an eye in his direction. Glen felt very old, all of a sudden. He wondered if this was going to go well, or if he would look like a fool. He decided it was better to try, than to not and always wonder. He entered the bar.

Glen walked up the creaky old wooden stairs. The building was old: at least 100 years or so. It was in an old part of town that had gentrified, and many of these old storefronts became boutiques, or upscale nightclubs and restaurants. Glen got to the roof, to be greeted by a throng of dancing and cavorting 20 and 30 somethings. In spite of the open roof and cool evening breeze, the air was heavy with the scent of colognes, cigarettes, vapor cigs, and hormones. The space was lit by a variety of suspended lights, including a vast array of different holiday lights. It was as if the bar was trying to compete with the dazzling night sky. “Nice try!” he thought about the decor. Glen looked around. He couldn’t see Zoe nearby. He got a lot of sneers, though, from younger patrons. Feeling a bit self-conscious, he decided to go the bar for a drink.

The bar area sat up on a couple steps above the dance floor and seating area, along one parapet. The DJ had his own platform on the opposite parapet. The view of the dance floor was terrific. He looked about, but still didn’t see Zoe. Glen decided not to panic. She might be a little behind schedule. He went to the bar and ordered Scotch on the rocks. He took his drink, and went down the steps, hoping to mingle and see if Zoe appeared.

“I’m glad to see the Army taught you punctuality!”   Glen spun at the sound of Zoe’s voice. He looked back up at the bar, to see that Zoe was sitting almost right next to where he had ordered his drink. Glen wondered why he had missed her, but only for a second. He was suddenly overcome by the sight of her beauty. She sat there, wearing a very tiny L.B.D. and high-heeled boots. Her thick, shapely legs were crossed, and her braless breasts were barely restrained by the…thin, shear fabric of the top! He raised an eyebrow: It looked like another wardrobe malfunction was about to occur! Her long wavy hair tumbled over one shoulder. She had a little bit of eye and lip make-up, but let the natural glow of her bronze skin do the rest. She looked so completely different than from the mud run. His expression must have been of wonder and delight, as Zoe broke into a big, thankful smile, as she raised his glass to him.

“Cheers!” She said, beaming.

Glen came up, thankful to see her. He brought his glass to hers slowly, and just touched the lip of the glass with his. He stared into her eyes intently.

“Cheers!” He returned.

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