We’d had lunch one day and she was the one who broughtup getting back together. “That’s hopeless,” I said.“You know that...I’ll never be satisfied until you do allthat stuff. I’m fucking obsessed with it by now.” “I know,” she said. “And you know I don’t want to doit. But I miss you so much. I think I can do it, if itmakes you happy.” “Oh, baby, how many times have I heard that?” I asked.“Let’s. He tells me that in the family he goes by Billy to differentiate him from his dad. You have already met his wife, Joan."Jan gathered Bill Clifford in her arms and gave him a big kiss. There were tears streaming down her cheeks when they separated. "Hi, Bill. I can't thank you enough for coming."She grinned through her tears and said, "I remember Joan talking about you on the fateful day of my presentation to your mother. I guess you were on duty the previous night and Sandy was teasing her. Eight weeks of swimming, gym and a very, very sensible diet and I looked as well as I had in fifteen years, probably better. Now, when I went to the spa, I no longer changed hesitantly, ashamed of my form, but instead was confident of my new shape. My newly flat stomach, arms no longer flabby but trim and firm. My thighs too had thinned slightly and firmed up. My breasts were slightly smaller now, a B cup from a C but retained their firmness. One day I went to the spa and, as I was changing,. The store was filled with debris from the remodel, a radio in one corner was playing some tunes and a work light was on, facing wiring sticking out of the wall. I quickly searched the store for a good place to sleep but found nothing, as I got to the back, there was a store room and I gratefully saw a dozen mattresses stacked against the wall all rapped up in plastic. I laid one down, carefully not to disturb anything. It wasn't easy since I was not very strong, I think I was about 12 at the.