A Blustery Wind !

Debbi soon discovered that it was not simply a question of running fast. She soon found herself slaloming around buggies, shopping trolleys, dawdling window shoppers. Past the banking area, the takeaway pizza establishment and the health food store she frequented. Her presence was certainly causing a stir. She heard shouts, whistles and catcalls but could not make out anything specific, apart from a few calls of 'Who is she ?' and replies of 'How do I know ? She's wearing a mask'. Debbi was instead simply aware of her sneakers pounding the pavement, her thighs and buttocks bouncing and her unfettered tits flying in all directions !

Past Bar Torino and the startled customers sitting outside enjoying their bruschettas and cappuccinos. She was moving at such a pace that few had any chance to take a photo or recording and those that did obtained only unsatisfactory fuzzy images. By the time they had registered her presence, she was gone.

On past Boots and the corner where McDonald's and Five Guys faced off against each other for the burger trade. Debbi could see her goal now in the distance, where the pedestrianized section ended and the ring road once more crossed her path. On into the canyon that was formed between the two multi storey office blocks. The canyon with its' own micro climate of blustery winds. A blustery wind that caught the base of her Mexican wrestler's mask as she ran. The blustery wind that pulled the mask clean off of her face !