Daisy Cromwell had it all; a nice house in the Vermont hills, a job she loved, and a girlfriend she adored. Then one day her lover told her she wanted to see someone else. Then a few days later she was nearly raped before being rescued by a gorgeous mythical creature. Would the creature be able to make her forget about her and Amanda's love or would the object of her new affection make her forgive Amanda and see her in a different way?
The first mile was never an issue for Daisy Cromwell. The initial stretch of the narrow logging road was a gradual incline which sliced through the thick forest like a weathered serpent. A small brook gurgled in the ravine below as her and Roxanne jogged under the cover of large hardwoods.
However, the final quarter mile was a bitch-the road curved sharply to the left, away from the stream and up the steepest part of the mountain. Last summer Daisy was only able to make it a few hundred feet along the final leg, and then had to walk the rest of the way. Roxanne on the other hand had always breezed through the treacherous stretch like it was a walk in the park.
Shifting her shoulders, Daisy adjusted the backpack to a more comfortable position as she followed her girlfriend up the mountain. The brook that once flowed loud and proud slowly became a distant gurgle.
Heart pounding against her drenched under armor t-shirt, Daisy neared the half-way point of the final leg. Though trailing Roxanne by a few yards, Daisy knew she was going to make it. Normally her lungs would protest, then a paralyzing cramp would attack her side. This time her breath-bags were up to the task and there wasn’t a hint of cramping.
As they continued along the road, a small chipmunk scurried up a large maple. Moments later they spooked a partridge.
“Almost…there,” Daisy panted as the road gradually veered back to the right. “I…can…do…this.”
“You…own… this… hill,” Roxanne encouraged as Daisy made her way alongside her.
A hedgehog waddled across a fallen tree and Daisy caught the ass-end of a deer as the mountain’s slope began to level. Moments later the lovely sound of the stream became audible - a reminder they were close. Daisy grinned triumphantly when she spied daylight a couple hundred yards away.
“Fuck…yeah,” she gasped, picking up the pace. Moments later they burst into a large clearing. The two women continued jogging side-by-side until they arrived at the wild apple orchard. Putting her hands behind her head Daisy slowed to a steady walk, staring up at the beautiful Vermont sky as sweat stung her eyes.
“I fucking made it,” she panted.
“Of course you did,” Roxanne replied, grabbing two bottles of water from her back pack. “Here ya’ go, hon.”
“Thanks.” Daisy removed the cap and took three quick gulps.
“Shit!” Daisy spat as sounds of engines approached. “It might be the fucking Harper twins.”
The two women darted behind a fallen tree. Moments later three four wheelers sped by. It was hard to tell with their helmets but it looked to Daisy as if it was Gary Jennings and his two sons.
“We can’t keep hiding each time we hear someone approaching,” Roxanne said as they stepped from behind their cover.
“Need I remind you the Harper brothers got booted from college for slipping something in a coed’s drink at a campus party?”
“No, you don’t. But last summer we scurried like scared rabbits each time we heard an approaching engine.”
“I’m sorry, but the brothers…they’re just creepy. Whenever I see them in town they look at me as though I’m a piece of meat. I can’t believe their parents let them stay at their summer home all by themselves.”