After the weekend at the resort, we met up with Karen and her fiancé for drinks in a local pub once or twice, but we drifted apart, having different ...ircles of friends and different interests. I got divorced and moved across the country. Then, one day, I was paging through a community paper and began reading an article about a local personal trainer, and next to it was a photo of Karen. With nothing to lose, I sent a text message to the number mentioned in the article. Almost immediately I got. I certainly didnt have any expectations here at all but I couldn´t avoid looking at the hair pooking up from his neck from the back. We Went off and i asked him if he had time for lunch since his whife was away and I told him that I´m a good chef in the kitchen. He stared down on the ground and said yes after a while and we Went up to my apparment. I started preparing the food and he talked about this and that sitting at the kitchen table. I gave him a beer and we continued talking and then the. Franny despised him, and with good reason. He and his friends used to ridicule her and tell jokes about her because she was a little overweight and had enormous tits for her age. It was all in fun. The thought of Franny and some of the other girls he knew back then all grown up and watching him crawl around the floor of Marie's apartment in garters and a maid's cap... Oh God! And Donna and Kathy and God- knows-who-else would be there! It was going to be a party and he was going to be royally. ”“Win the lottery and Harry could go away,” she laughed as she went out the door.“Do what?” I almost shouted as I hurried to catch up.“I'm driving,” she said as she pointed me to the passenger side.“Yes, ma'am.”“You better be your best Harriet tonight,” Nancy said.“I'll do my best,” I replied, as she backed out of the driveway.“Joan and Mark have gone all out to make this a very special night,” she went on.“I will, I promise,” I assured her. “Whatever it takes.”“Also remember, no curtsies.