He laughs heartily as he runs. His laughter is fresh, playful, quite carefree. He keeps running, and I stay behind him, but if I wanted to, I could catch up. I'm just letting him play for a while. Unlike what the little brat thinks, I do run and quite a lot. I work out as much as he does and have plenty of stamina too. But he insists on messing with me by calling me old.
I catch up, grab him from behind, lifting him by the waist with every intention of returning to the house. This is private property, yes. No one will see him here, that's entirely true. But I refuse to let him strip out here where someone, hundreds of meters away from their balcony or yacht, could see him, take photos, and spread them just out of morbid curiosity.
He kicks, but he can't break free from my arms. I keep wa
