We need to do this again but doing a full cardiopulmonary metabolic exercise test. I want to know your VO2 max and oxygen exchange rate.”“Come on,...Doc. You can’t keep me in the hospital forever, especially if the results show that I am better than the average.”“There is something wrong with you, and I want to know what it is.”“How about this? We continue with the test today. You let me go home, and I agree to do the CP metabolic test when we can schedule it.”“Only if you agree to give me a. I read stories on Lush about people meeting for the first time – and they didn’t quieten my nerves. Patrick was away on a very busy assignment, but took the time to read those same stories and figuratively cyber-hold my hand and other parts of me as we awaited his return. The day of our meeting dawned as all days do. I had spent a week preening myself and felt glossy and light. Every inch of me was waxed, loofahed and oiled so that I felt a bit like a sensual sacrifice, a maiden being offered. "Nearly!" Robbie grinned. "But you're not sitting quite right. May I?" Yes," I said, enjoying the feeling of her hands positioning my body toher taste as she gave me her views on the differences between male andfemale body language."You've thought about this then?" Just a bit!" Robbie laughed. "Only I never thought I'd be in thesituation where it might come true." Oh?" I said slightly shocked and elated."Well are you interested?" Robbie laughed teasingly."In what?" I said feeling confused."In. She told me she tried but by hard luck, it didn’t work. I was very much disappointed. We were now so close to each other and were in same city but not able to meet. when I returned back I told her that I am now feeling hurt that after so much of love between us, if we can’t meet then it shows we don’t have respect and love each other. She said that she really loves me and wanted to meet but her circumstances did not give her chance to meet me. She promised that when she will be going to London.