The other issue for me was the lack of any weight-lifting time. I had become quite used to an hour or so every few days of lifting weights in the home...garage, and without it I could feel my upper body muscles starting to soften. For her, she spent a fair amount of time in the pool swimming laps, and did yoga in the yard; the combination did wonders for her physique, and her flexibility. We did our best to test that flexibility as often as possible.I was still searching for a way to get some. I don't think he liked that answer since he gave a heavy sigh when I finished my sentence. About what I assume was an hour goes by, I wake up to Keith sitting on the couch with me running his hands up my shorts. I slap his hands and tell him that I am a boyfriend. He doesnt seem to care since he put his hands right back. I once again slap him. He is making me feel uncomfortable, so I look around for Stephanie and Josh. Keith looks and me and says "If your looking for your little friend,. Don't hurt me. My baby. My baby. I'll go. You can watch. Just don't hit me.' I didn't realize I'd raised my hand and made a fist, but I had so she begged from the heart. I caught myself short and pretended to be dismayed and distressed, even surprised at my outbursts. 'There? See what you made me do? That's not a good idea, so cool it and just get your dress off.' 'No. But..' 'Get your dress off so you can go.' 'Off? Off? No, I don't have to take it off. "They walked home. He tried to walk quickly. He knew his parents would still be gone for awhile yet. He needed at least a few hours."This is my house," he told her, walking up the driveway."I like it." Thanks."They went inside. She put her backpack down in the hall."Are you hungry?" he asked her."No, not really."He smiled. "Wanna see my room?" Sure!"They went upstairs. He was praying.She sat on his bed, bouncing and giggling.Yes, he thought. He jumped next to her, trying to get himself to laugh.