.. and paused. She was supposed to be at gymnastics practice. What was she doing here?Bending, inhaling her sensual scent, I drew her hair back off he... face and kissed her cheek gently. "What are you doing here?" I asked softly. "Aren't you supposed to be at gymnastics?"Her smile broadened, eyes opening to look at me, such beautiful pale blue eyes.It may have been the residual frustration still residing in me from two unsuccessful days of trading. It may have been the frustration of the drive. “But I could really do with having my face covered in as much spunk as possible.”Dimly normal Annie prepared for Ms Pickawilly to show her the door. “Well, well, Annie, this is an unexpected side to you I’m seeing. Still, I understand; a woman has her needs. It’s not for everyone, mind, but I do understand about needs”Normal Annie was looking for ways to row back, perhaps claiming some new and exotic form of Tourette’s, but normal Annie was no match for mesmerised Annie, who now said, “I do. " Wow, Mom. You look beautiful, I can't wait to show you off tonight. Hell, I think I'll just tell them you live next door to me." I said. She looked dumbfounded, "Me, your date. Not your Mother?" I replied, " Yes, that would be kind of sexy don't you think?" Shocked Mom said, " I better watch out for you."The dinner went well, all the guys from work kept asking were I had found her, how old she was, all kinds of things. I told them she lived next door to me and this was our first date.After. My son is around his age.He put out a hand. "Hi, I'm Troy. I’ve been told you’re interested in getting trim and firming up with some classes and possibly a personal trainer."Shaking his hand, I said, “Yes, I am. I'm Gail, nice to meet you." Gail, follow me and I’ll show you around and explain some things to you."Smiling at the young man, I listened to everything he said — at least, I tried to listen. The more he pointed toward things, the more his firm body flexed. I believed he knew exactly.