I buried myself in the blankets, and whimpered myself to sleep.Frankie woke me sometime later. There were wonderful smells in the air, and my stomach ...eminded me I was hungry. I tried to get up, but she shook her head. "We will need to dress for dinner". I looked at her, and she handed me a bag of clothes. "If you need help, ask" was all she said as she closed the door.The bag smelled a bit of mothballs. I got out of bed, stretched, and sat back down hard when I looked in the clothes. They were. But she also put you together with Maggie.”“That was, and remains, a longshot.”“True. Liz had backup plans.”I laughed, “Of COURSE she did. Do I want to know? Do YOU know?”Clarissa laughed, “Yes. She told me. If you truly were a pig, you’d tell Liz you had no interest in Maggie.”“Oh?”“Imagine Liz having a sleepover while you were home. With six girls from your old church. Each of whom visited you to give you a chance to sample their charms.”I laughed, hard, “Right! Because THAT would. I set-up shop at a bike in the middle of the room and wait for the class to start. Just as the instructor is about to start, Laura walks in hurriedly. I wave her over and she takes the spot next to me. We are what I would call “gym buddies”, who know each other enough to say “hi” and to make some small talk but that was about it. I’ve always admired her physique. She’s about my height with shoulder length blonde hair and some amazingly perky C cup breasts. We exchange quick “hellos” and get. We got to the bathroom and I thanked him for his help and even told him that with his bad back it must have been difficult and suggested he sit on the toilet bowl to get his breath back which he did but with me now facing him and my shorts halfway down my arse he laughed as my bulging shorts were right in front of his face. I was still struggling for balance and put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, “Let me help you son” he said softly and I felt him grabbing my old shorts tugging.