Cycling IS a sport.
It was a bright summers Sunday morning and she had woken up with Kevin cuddled up to her tightly; pretty much as she had remembered drifting off to sleep. Ann had known Kevin for a while. They had been seeing each other a few weeks now and he had stayed over last night. He lay quite still, breathing slowly against her back, His skin was soft but his grip was very masculine and reassuring. She smiled, as she thought of the antics they had got up to last night. She knew she was no spring chicken, but she couldn't stifle her chuckle as she thought of the stuffing she'd been given earlier. Kevin stirred a little, then settled again. Her eyes wandered down to the exercise bike at the end of the bed, She could do with losing a pound or two, and had bought it about a year ago,and with all good intentions, only used a handful of times. A wicked smile came over Ann's face as she threw back the duvet and slipped out of Kevin s clutches and off the bed. She pulled the bike to the sid