After two years of dedication I was deemed “boring” and broken up with before I left for school. I was angry, livid with rage. I threw myself into...the gym, worked out constantly, ate only vegetables and protein shakes until my hard work began to show, losing my precious thigh dimples and muffin top. I was strong, finally. I was broken, but beat the shit out of him mentally instead of destroying myself. I wanted something physical tonight, and so I began my search. In these heels I was almost. ’ Connie groaned, knowing she was going to have to go into some detail. ‘He said something rude about my leg, and having to turn the lights out.’ ‘Well, you know, Connie, some people will have a hard time with your scar.’ Ah ha, thought Connie. I knew it. Her mother never seemed to miss a chance to bring up the scar and how difficult it would make her love life. As though Connie had gotten the scar voluntarily, like a tattoo. Connie waited for the other shoe to drop. ‘And you know your weight. I gently take them between my fingers and stretch them. “Hmm.” she purrs, “that feels so good.” As I reach for her body, she pirouettes away from me. “Oooh, so greedy. I love it.” Again, she turns away from me and slowly rolls her panties down her slender thighs. Another pirouette and she’s now facing me in all her beauty. I gaze awestruck at the perfection of her body. “Do you approve my darling?” she asks. “My god you are so beautiful.” She spreads her legs slightly and under her tight. Then… reality, she had been out of the brutally competitive world for too long and top talent didn’t want the unproven coach. So now she had two choices; giving up, which went against her nature, or working her way back to the top coaching spoiled suburban brats who didn’t give a shit about gymnastics and listening to their fat drunk suburban mothers blame her for their children’s talentlessness. Before she could even do that though she had to actually open a studio; and as it turned out that.