Slave Fogg, Slave Irma?s husband of? thirty-six years, pulled her out ofthe trunk as gently as he could. ?Mistress Miranda wants to see you.? Slave Fo...g said, looking earnestly at her through his thickeyeglasses. ?Oh, youpoor thing, she put you through the Machine!? Irma said. And yes, Fogg?s buttocks were covered once again in bright redwelts. Slave Fogg?s curly hair was quite gray now, and he was a tubbyfellow. Really, Irma might have left him by now, but she couldn?t leaveMistress Miranda? . “After the first serve I thought I was a goner. I hope you know it was an accident.” I looked into his eyes and nodded my head. I could see that it had been an accident. We were both playing crazy aggressively and I ended up on the short end of the stick. It could just as easily have been him who got injured.“Congratulations, Rob. Good luck at The Ektelon.”“You keep playing like that and I’ll need all the good luck I can get.” Well, that was a compliment, but it didn’t make much sense. I. Usually the mall has a specific place to sit and eat from the various restaurants, but this one has them sporadically placed between the shops. Nayzu is like a tornado, taking Liam by the hand and rushing him from one storefront to another. Luckily she doesn’t want to shop, but just browse.She leads him deeper into the mall. There are at least three floors overall with escalators, stairs and elevators. With all the different elevations and shops and Nayzu’s unlimited energy, it makes it hard. With a passing sip of the strawberry/banana smoothie, I answered, "No.I've never really considered it. I've been going to school and paying myway through. I don't guess I've ever considered that I had the time orthe money to pursue anything fitness related. And it's not like I'mobese or a candidate of a heart attack." I didn't really have theinterest either, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Maybe one day Iwould have more interest in it. Maybe after I find a job."You should really.