He was pointing out that weight lifting in the gym was more suited to sprinters than distance runners and the like, who should put in lots of road- wo...k. I had come in to tell Mike his tea was ready and, when I paused by the settee to watch for a couple of minutes to see what was intriguing him, Mike lowered his hand to my calf and rubbed it up and down a couple of times before saying,"Hmm… your calf muscles are definitely those of a distance runner. What about your thigh ones?" and he. While he waited for her to catch her breath, he began thinking of how he'd phrase his goodbye. He was therefore surprised, to say the least, when her first gasping words were "Shut the fuck up!" Say what?" he asked, confused."I k-know," she gasped, "what y-you're," she panted "g-g-going to s-s-say." Well then you know it makes sense," he said."I s-s-said shut th-th-the f-f-fuck up!"He couldn't help but smile. Even though she had blossomed so much in the last week, she was still so ... so. "Come on, Toby. Just trust your wings. They know how to fly." Together, they both lifted up off the ground, their wings buzzing behind them; but rather than the hum of buzzing, they sounded more like a soft breeze blowing through the leaves. The beautiful sprite released his hand and flew ahead of him, laughing. Not that he was complaining. Damn, that ass is perfect! Toby thought to himself. And I thought Martha's was nice. He fluttered his wings faster, catching up to her and taking her hand. I hear you’re skiving off work today. I was going to the park. Why don’t you get cleaned up – and dressed – and join me?”Tiffany didn’t appear to mind her nudity as she bustled around her room. She had tossed and turned all night – and slept on the floor – so she decided she needed a shower. The problem was she didn’t know which one to use. Each bedroom had a small en suite shower but the master bedroom had a large tub. She wouldn’t mind a nice soak but she also didn’t want Phil to get bored.