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One Good Deed

Teresa Swiftly moved through the wilderness. She loved these woods behind her apartment, it was as if the busy city only a few blocks away did not even exist.

Her light red hair swayed in the breeze as she jogged down the trail. She liked running and saying in shape, ever since collage, where she put on thirty pounds, Teresa had decided to never be like that again.

Three years later and many of runs, and work out sessions, she had lost all that extra weight and then some. Her tall six foot one frame was slender with toned muscle. Some called her a stick figure or twig-like, but she had been curvy before and did not care for it.

Another thing she like about running in the woods was the lack of people. Teresa had always been an introvert, and that aspect of her personality had not changed.

Today there was some overcast but still a great day for the run. It was Friday and she would not have to go into until Monday. Her job as an Account review manager was not glamourous but it paid the bills and she hardly had to deal with anybody. She was a wall fly, and loved it.

She continued to run when suddenly a female voice cried out.

“Help, somebody, anybody help me.”

Teresa altered her path and headed into the wood, in the direction of the screaming.

After a few seconds she saw a woman struggling her way out of some brush.

“Please help me, she’s after me, she’ll find me.” The woman stated, with panting breaths.

Teresa saw that the woman was fairly voluptuous, with large breasts and wide hips, but most striking was her attire, consisting of only a thin strip of cloth over her large bosom and an even smaller garment around her waist.

She looked older than Teresa, by a few years and her hair was also red but a vibrant fire engine red, not the natural softness of her own.

“I’m here, I’m here, who is chasing you?” Teresa asked.

“She’s coming for me I can feel her. Do you have anything to eat or drink? Please I am begging.”

Teresa shook her head.

“No sorry I don’t bring anything when I run, but my apartment is just over there.” She pointed past the tree line.

“Can we go there? We can’t stay here.”

“Sure. Follow me.”

Description

One Good Deed

Teresa Swiftly moved through the wilderness. She loved these woods behind her apartment, it was as if the busy city only a few blocks away did not even exist.

Her light red hair swayed in the breeze as she jogged down the trail. She liked running and saying in shape, ever since collage, where she put on thirty pounds, Teresa had decided to never be like that again.

Three years later and many of runs, and work out sessions, she had lost all that extra weight and then some. Her tall six foot one frame was slender with toned muscle. Some called her a stick figure or twig-like, but she had been curvy before and did not care for it.

Another thing she like about running in the woods was the lack of people. Teresa had always been an introvert, and that aspect of her personality had not changed.

Today there was some overcast but still a great day for the run. It was Friday and she would not have to go into until Monday. Her job as an Account review manager was not glamourous but it paid the bills and she hardly had to deal with anybody. She was a wall fly, and loved it.

She continued to run when suddenly a female voice cried out.

“Help, somebody, anybody help me.”

Teresa altered her path and headed into the wood, in the direction of the screaming.

After a few seconds she saw a woman struggling her way out of some brush.

“Please help me, she’s after me, she’ll find me.” The woman stated, with panting breaths.

Teresa saw that the woman was fairly voluptuous, with large breasts and wide hips, but most striking was her attire, consisting of only a thin strip of cloth over her large bosom and an even smaller garment around her waist.

She looked older than Teresa, by a few years and her hair was also red but a vibrant fire engine red, not the natural softness of her own.

“I’m here, I’m here, who is chasing you?” Teresa asked.

“She’s coming for me I can feel her. Do you have anything to eat or drink? Please I am begging.”

Teresa shook her head.

“No sorry I don’t bring anything when I run, but my apartment is just over there.” She pointed past the tree line.

“Can we go there? We can’t stay here.”

“Sure. Follow me.”