"I do not need to teach you magic,actually; you have it already. You must learn your own soul and find itshealing, and then you will be able to help u.... I wish to hear your storynow." She settled back in her chair, relaxed, ready to listen.I took a slow drink of my tea, considering whether I should trust her.Alwyn's home, warmly decorated in wood, reminded me of my previoustemporary refuge, but this one had an additional, indefinable welcomingair to it. Maybe it was the tea, maybe it was the. . and weak for that matter. That didn't change with time either. It seemed that I had drawn the short straw when it came to genetics. I could never blame my parents though, because they were both pretty athletic.Now being 19 and a drop-out, I had told myself that something had to change. So with a bit of determination and help from my dad, I built myself up kind of. I wasn't bulking, but I gained some girth. I went from a lanky kid with a lithe form to a half-assed athletic guy with a bit more. Studying my leg he got onto the couch next to me and said, "It's definitely strained, there's some bruising and swelling but I don't think you tore anything," then ran his fingers along the front of my leg and said, "There's some tightness in your quadriceps. After this is over I'll show you some new ways to stretch." My stepson has always been a gym type of guy and loves to preach to me the values of stretching and lifting weights.Then he placed his hands on my butt. I jerked; his hands flew. A slow smile crossed her lips."Undress and sit in the chair," she commanded."Will you help?" Do it _now_!"Lust had the better of my brain, so I complied.I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulder and dropped it on the floor next to the chair. I was already barefoot, so I dropped my pants, stepped out of them, and stood there in my briefs."Drop 'em and sit," Susan commanded, ignoring my painful lust.I'd had just about enough, but my lust was still more than I could think through. I.