Perhaps it was the lack of activity, perhaps a slight impatience that was keeping you marginally off balance. Although we both knew what the immediate...future held, the deliberate slowness I was adopting, was making you feel more and more nervous, giving you time to think, to worry that this might not be such a good idea. Was this the right thing to be doing? Was it too dangerous? It was a delicious dilemma that was transparently etched across your features and I was enjoying your discomfort.At. Nurse Greta was friendly, polite but businesslike about the whole issue at hand. As I expected, she had me undress in her presence, which did not seem to affect her attitude at all. She sat fully clothed on one of those rolling stools in the exam room and made me stand in front of her, with my back to her. “The best method of improving your MEF and your staying time is edging and denial,” she stated. “We’ll work on that today and then send you back to see Dr. Hills for a follow up exam; she. By a cursory glance, nothing remarkable stood out. He wasn't very smart or incisive. In fact he was borderline dimwitted. Small of stature, he stands at only about 5'7” and not a hint of muscle definition on him. He did have one thing to his advantage, though. He just didn't know it.He was wide-hipped and carried a fat bottom, that every girl secretly envied him for. To him it was natural and never once thought of it as a sexual organ to entice a lover. After all, it was women who had the fat. He walked in the front door of his parents' house at seven-fifteen."Traffic problem in Phelps," he said. "Got delayed for over an hour." Hildy's been trying to reach you," her mother said. "You better call her right away."Jim smiled as he realized how his mother was looking after Hildy's interests."Women sure stick up for each other after they've been shopping together." I'm not sure what she's got on her mind," Jim said. "I was about to call her, anyway." She says it's important," his mother.