But 700 was two miles north of there. I tabulated it up and realized I’d run ten miles in two hours. Ten twelve-minute miles.I sat in the front seat...of Nanette’s car and reached for my Kindle before spotting a book shoved between the seats. Zen and the Art of Running. I leafed through the book and found that running and meditation were closely linked by this author. Apparently, that was what I’d been doing.“Been waiting long?” Nanette asked as she jogged up to the car. I glanced at the time on. She again insisted that I see a doctor to find out what was wrong with me. She said the time for putting things off had passed. I again reiterated my same objections and added the fact that I was no longer a member of a health plan and that we certainly didn't have the money to spend on a doctor and the tests that he would be sure to want to run on me. I told her that I would have to find another job first.I sent out my resume and got a few hits but then I slept through the appointments and. Then she suddenly turned towards me and pushed me. I saw her face. It was your mom.Let me describe how she looked. Your mom is a bitch. Her cleavage was clearly visible, and her boobs were big. She was wearing a net saree and sleeveless blouse. Her waist was clearly visible. She was alone. Her dark pink juicy lips were awesome. She was fit and slim.Me:- Sorry.Your mom:- It’s okay.Me:- Are you alone?Your mom:- Yes, why? (angrily)Me:- Simply.Then we were standing there. She was short and trying. There were tears and screams of disappointment as the ladies and their friends realized that they would have to leave. Carrie looked around and realized that none of the women leaving was a friend of hers! Carrie smiled at the others and gave Collette a thumbs up. They were all staying! With half of the contestant pool gone the room felt bare and echo-y, but Sunny didn’t look as though she was ready to dismiss the rest of them quite yet. “Girls,” she said after clearing her throat. “I want you.