"England," I replied. "Oh that's cool. I've alwayswanted to go there," he said. "I'm George by the way." George held outhis hand. "Laura," I replied s...aking his hand."Nice to meet you Laura," he said, "what class do you have first?" Math," I replied. "Ah, same as me," George acknowledged. "Come on. I'lltake you there." And with that he grabbed my hand and started leading metowards math.The rest of the morning passed by normally after math, I had English.George however had geography. Before we. I asked Chuck later what he would do with thoes big ass tits if he had the chance....All I got was that smerk that got my mind spinning. Time to go home late we all had our fill of fun,food,booze and sun. As we walked up the boat ramp I told Chuck I would drive his standard cab pickup and we are going to have some fun. We climbed in the truck and I told the wife who was way past buzzing we wanted to play. She gave me a strange look as she jumped to the feel of Chucks hand on her shoulder. In the end, he stressed the values of the treadmill, as it was about all I was going to be able to do. It took everything I had to crank out three minutes without collapsing.But something in the way I felt afterward ... I knew the treadmill was my silver bullet.So, did I call that first day a fiasco? Maybe not.I began going every day. I'd stay for three hours at a time, trudging out three and five and seven minute increments at increasingly higher speeds, drowning my sorrows in the sweet nectar. It was becoming so frustrating that she was beginning to wonder if she might not be better off dropping the class altogether.Absorbed with her dilemma, Ellie didn’t notice that someone had sat down at the small table barely half a foot away from her own. It wasn’t until the woman said something that she finally looked up and realized that she was there.Her name, Ellie would learn, was Audrey Foster. Ten years her senior, although if she’d had to guess, the younger woman would’ve thought the.