She and Cassidy had slept together a good amount of times, but were also well acquainted as friends. It was all Ashleigh could do to not loose her footing and fall off the mill. Cassidy was running on her own treadmill, her leg muscles shifting visibly and attractively. She'd been at it for a little over thirty minutes and the sweat was running in rivulets down her sculpted body. Presently, Ashleigh was walking on the treadmill, on the Hill Level. Its other seven floors were used for offices for employees and physiotherapists that decided to operate from there. Large beige stucco, one hundred years old, it held six floors reserved strictly to all exercise and therapeutic equipment. This afternoon, for instance, she received Cassidy's call and immediately made plans to meet at the gym.īailey's Gym, located uptown on McGuire Boulevard owned the whole building from which it operated. She exercised regularly, sometimes with Cassidy, most of the time alone. She was in great shape for her forty-seven years of age. Very tall and built, she was healthy in every extent. Articulate in speech, she was highly educated and her social status remained unperturbed despite the openness of her sexuality.

Her short graying hair and flashing green eyes gave her an air of sophistication that preceded her wherever she showed her presence. An austere, though highly attractive woman in her forties, she held ground in her field of work. A medical doctor and blood specialist for twenty plus years, she had become especially interested in the cause when her younger brother died of the horrid disease. Ashleigh Simmons was a very active member in the war against AIDS.

Sweet Surrender by Ashleigh Walton