<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">~ Michael ~</span></span><br/><br/>The music pulsed through the earbuds of his i-pod as he jogged along, part of a new routine he'd adopted. The dark exercises pants he wore swished with every long, powerful stride and the white, New Balance running shoes thudded in time to the upbeat music. To keep the white muscle shirt from getting soaked with sweat from this run, he had removed the shirt and tucked it into the waist band of his pants at his hip. Sweat now glistened magnificently across his shoulders, back and chest as he ran down the street towards the beach on his way back to his own house.<br/><br/>Movement caught his eye up ahead and he glanced up, noticing a petite blonde struggling with an arm full of groceries. He saw the door open and another woman help her with the groceries. As he started to jog by, he noticed a few cans cans of vegetables rolling down the sidewalk towards the street. Making a quick detour, he rounded up the runaway cans of food before jogging up the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited, pulling the earbuds from his ears, thumbing the i-pod off.<br/><br/>He saw the garage door open and a woman drive off, but he stood and waited at the door, knowing there was still others inside to answer the door. Standing there patiently, he breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath from his long jog, sweat glistening and running down his muscular torso.