Leona didn't know what to believe, so she decided to let it go.
"What's next?"
"Next?"
"Yeah. More running?" Leona said getting up.
"You seem to be rather comfortable now?" Laz commented, pointing out the obvious fact that she seemed to no longer care about either of them not wearing anything.
"Well, yeah. I mean, I don't really understand it, but I don't feel it's a problem." Although Laz had explained his reasoning for this, Leona didn't really understand. Of course were she to think about it, she probably wouldn't feel so self conscious now. She could only suppose that in a way, it made sense.
"So you trust me?"
"I guess?"
"Bad choice." Laz reached over before she could understand what he meant and slapped Leona hard on the butt. The sound of the smack echoed out even as a red hand print started to appear on her light brown skin.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Leona, jumped up and moved back, while rubbing the injured spot.
