Looking down, I could see that his two little fingers were glistening wetly, covered with my juice almost all the way up to the last knuckles. "Baby, ...e can't," I whimpered, pushing his hand away and standing. My legs felt like wet noodles. "But, Mom . . ." he started, but I didn't let him finish as I went rushing out of his room before he could say another word.Staggering into my room, I slammed the door shut and stood leaning back against it as the tears came flooding down my cheeks. Why had. The idea of going out somewhere with George did sound good, though."I don't want to put your Mom out or anything." I said."Oh, she won't mind. I already asked her if she minded me taking the car, in case we wanted to go somewhere."I had been so used to being dependant on others for transportation that I hadn't even considered that someone with a driver's license could just walk out of the house, get in the car and go wherever they wanted. I suppose having a doting mother, as well as my own. Take off your clothes." "In front of you?" I asked, wondering where this would lead. "Don't worry, I'm a professional. Just take off your clothes and put this on." I reluctantly stripped off my coat, tie and shoes, stopping to look for a clean place to put them down. "Quit stalling and get them all off." Meg breathed. She was breathing shortly now, visibly excited. I pulled off my socks, hopping around on one foot. There was no place in the crowded basement laboratory to sit down that I could. Not that I took buses very often, or ran after anything come to think about it, even if it was wearing a miniskirt.So I joined a Gym, and acquired a personal trainer. She, yes, it was a woman, was a very pretty and a very, very fit young woman, but she was also a harridan! She was merciless, designing my exercise routine and ratcheting it up rather faster than I liked. She gave me a diet sheet and I had to fill it in daily; woe betide me if I missed a day! She recommended running to and from.