“I guess Sten told you about these private rooms, which are rented out by the hour to our clients for their private relaxation; that’s what the gy... calls it. But of course relaxation is a mealy mouthed euphemism for sex between a client and a trainer; I am sure that Sten has already made you abundantly aware of the fact that gym does not officially offer sex on its menu of activities, but does not object to us, the trainers, tending to its clients’ carnal demands.”“But here’s the rub if you can. Abigail recognized him from the video. He had thick, straight brows that almost touched over his short blunt nose. Piercing golden eyes scanned each of them, pausing on Abigail before finally settling on Rafael. Abigail got a sense of authority from him despite the ponytail, faded Kiss t-shirt and jeans. ‘What happened? Where is he?’ Rafael asked immediately as the big man’s arms swallowed up Anna Maria in a bear hug. His golden eyes flicked curiously over Abigail again before he looked at his. Maybe she should go. No ... not maybe. She was definitely going.The next afternoon, Ann got ready extremely early for her party. Pete picked her up looking like a dirty pirate, fake parrot and all. Ann left looking like a stripper dressed as a cop. She was glad more than ever that she wasn't going with them. When asked once more if she would go, she faked a migraine and said she'd just hand out some candy and watch a scary movie later on. Once they were gone she started to get ready for the. In fact, being ordered to do it actually seemed to take away some of the guilt she normally associated with accepting gifts. Sitting on the bed Indian-style, she slit the tape holding the paper together nearly with one fingernail. For some reason, she felt that it was very important to behave like a grown up right now.She opened the box and drew out a red, silken kimono. A lotus blossum was painted across the back of it in loving detail."I suspect you won't be able to wear that at home," said.