I awoke to Mad's light snore coming from somewhere very close, in fact from on my chest! What happened last night?

    "Hmm morning Drew" Mad purred snuggling into my breasts.

    "Erm Mad?"

    "What?" she replied sleepily

    "I er think we should get up?"

    "'S too early"

    "Well I'm getting up" I told her easing out from under her

    "Spoilsport" Mad mumbled

Dad starting the car woke me up and the sunlight streaming into the room ensured that sleep would not be returning. I glanced at the clock,

urgh, half seven! I decided to go for a ride before the day warmed up

too much and I didn't think the neighbours would appreciate me starting

on the lawn at this hour either.

I was at least in a better mood this morning and I was quickly into a

pleasant mile-eating mode. Perhaps it's the weather but even the

motorists are being more considerate this morning! It was just before

nine when I got home, plenty early enough to shower, breakfast and cut

It was with more than a little trepidation that I set out Monday morning for a training ride. Was it really only last week that I had the accident? I deliberately chose a route that didn't go along the Worksop road and just took it steady, yesterday's race was ridden on adrenaline and I'm still quite sore. At least it looked like the weather would be better today, not that we'd got much planned, not much more than hanging out really.

I pootled along, being exceedingly cautious at any side roads, and contemplated just why I did this. Of all the sports out there, why did I pick on one of the most dangerous sports going? Well it's not the cycling that's particularly dangerous; it's the interaction with other traffic really. If I really thought about, I was fairly immune to the 'close calls' that I have nearly every time I go out, cars cutting in, pulling out, drivers on their phones or just driving too fast for narrow lanes.

Maddy, to be fair, didn't make a huge fuss. Well she'd won hadn't she?

"Hmm, I think you need to be thoroughly Gaby, Drew"

"I suppose so, and you just happen to still have everything?"

"In my wardrobe" she smiled apologetically.

"Alright then" I sighed

Over the next half an hour I was transformed once more into 'Gaby Peters'. I drew the line at sticking the breast forms on, I've been caught that way before but I was soon wearing the gaff, bra and a gauzy top above one of Mad's skirts.

"You can't go out like that" Mad stated, "your legs look terrible"

"Well sorree for living!"

"I didn't mean it like that Drew. It's your bruises"

"What about them?"