I turned around to see him and I gave him a smile and he smiled back at me."Hey," he said quietly. He put his hands in his pockets and shifted from si...e to side."Hi," I said with a smile."How was your weekend?" he asked."It was okay. I didn't really do anything special. How 'bout you?"Ben shrugged. "Got home yesterday. Visited my mom. Did laundry."I gave Ben his paperwork for the day."See ya later," he said."Bye."I watched him walk down the hall, noticing again how nicely his butt filled his. Your legs, lean and smooth, slip into your white gym shoes. You glance at yourself in the mirror. You like what you see. You look like an athlete, a hot athlete. Your body feels good, fit, healthy, pumped and alive, really alive. As you consider which weight you want to try you hear a noise and I enter the gym. We don’t make eye contact, two strangers in a gym late at night. I move to the weights and pick up two large dumbbells off the rack. You pick up your dumbbells and start to do some light. Looking into the mirror she let out an excited breath. She didn’t know why this guy affected her like this. She normally had more composure than this. Brushing her hair into a ponytail, she put on some gloss and turned and walked out the bathroom. Grabbing her purse and keys she turned her lights out and headed out the door. Michael lit the last of the candles he had set up in the living room. He had placed them in intervals along the wall, starting from the living room down the hall to his. At breakfast I discovered it was we three women that were visitingNichola (well 2 women and me) then we would take her out for the a fewhours if her reaction were not too extreme, as I slipped into my jacketand picked up my handbag I had the usual butterflies in me stomach, myinsides were churning as I got into the car with mum and Amy, the driveto the sanatorium took about fifteen minutes, it was a pleasant modernbuilding set in it's own grounds, really it looked a very nice place -relatively.