Flat-Chested Runner
by Verity Rayne
“If you catch me,” she said, “you can have sex with me.” Nelly didn’t give me any special tips on how to train for a half-marathon. She just took off all her clothes, pulled on her running shoes, and told me to chase her. The rest was up to me. I didn’t know if she was serious, if she would let me claim her slender body, let me slide my hands over her flat chest as we screwed like animals---