As you walked around, a filmier face caught your eye: her blonde hair, hazel eyes and usual outfit consisting of a T-shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes
Cindy hadn't changed much since your childhood.She was a little taller now, her hair shoulder length, and in a pony tail, But she still had that look that said "tomboy".You started thinking of your childhood friend; How she lived next door to you for years, how you grew up together, and how you experimented with your fetish with her as kids. But what stuck in your memory most vividly was when she moved away. She made arrangements for you to spend a whole day with her and her beautiful, supple feet.
Now, a few years later, your heart was doing backflips as you approached her. You didn't exactly have a crush on her, but it was clear as day that she was cute. And now, time had been kind to her, as she'd went from "cute" to "totally hot".
"Hey, Sindy!" you called out to her. Her eyes lit up when she saw you.
"(Your Name)! She answered and ran up to you.
The two of you talked about everything that's happened since she moved. Apparently, she was just in town for the weekend."Hey, how about a race? From here to that tree." Sindy challenged you.
As kids, two always raced, played tag, And running games of that sort. She was fast as lightnening, but also like lightening was no good at longer races.
You're on!" you reply, stretching in preparation.
"Don't be so smug, I've improved a bit since last time." Sindy says as she, too, began stretching. "When I win, I want one of your awesome foot rubs. I miss that stuff."
"But you WON'T win. And when I DO I want to do more than just rubbing them."
With that, the race began. She was right, too! She was just as fast as ever, but her endurance kept her speed up. But you ran track and were evenly paced with her. As the tree got close, the two of you sped up.
Who won the race?