I was matched with Sam because of the time when we preferred to work out usually late night or early morning never after 3 A.M. Sam was a big man stan...ing 6 ft 5 and about 310 lbs. but not an once of that was fat. We started working out three days a week to start and we clicked it was nice to work out at that time as we didn't have to wait to use the machines and the place was practically deserted. Sam and i became fast friends as we got into intense work outs pushing each other past what we. I can’t describe it exactly, but there was something to the wave that said “chic.” A bit of makeup, nothing exaggerated, and simple earrings completed his outfit. I’d make out with him in a flash, I realized. We have no blood relation, even if he calls me “Dad.” He’s an adult now.“Thanks, Dad.” Julian gave a little twirl to show off. “I feel good.” He put his hands up to his face but didn’t touch. “Harper did my makeup, do you like it?”I hugged him again. “Looks great, Julian.”“I’m going out. ‘Rough day?’ ‘No more than any other,’ she says, retreating to her desk. Her fingers clatter on the keyboard for a moment before she looks up again. ‘And you?’ I shrug, falling back into the chair and letting my eyes wander over her features. The computer illuminates her features in the darkness– her thick, dark hair falling over her shoulders and a single, unruly curl dangling in her eyes. I’ve seen her lose her cool only a handful of times, when those brown eyes sharpen and her orderly white. Fortunately, she had packed her favorite cat-tail: a thick, bushy tail of black with a few strands of silver that hung to her ankles when properly attached. Its attachment was a curious little thing. It was a type of butt-plug, but it wasn’t designed to stretch her like most would. It had a tapered steel bulb attached to a thin steel rod with a loop on the end for attaching the tail. She liked it because it tickled and stimulated her insides without the constant stimulation of a normal.