”“Of course you do; you ride your bike naked at home and you complained about having to wear those shorts at the other gym.”“That’s differen....” “No it’s not. By the time you’ve done 10 minutes in the workout room you’ll wonder why you had any reservations.”“I don’t know.”“Come on TT it’ll be no different to those hotel gyms; and I’ll be there with you.”“I hope it is different; I don’t want to be in any more ‘promotional’ videos.”“So it’s settled then; let’s get signed-up and get you naked.”As. They’re gradually building a new relationship based on that.”I stopped and thought about what to say next.“If you asked me two weeks ago, I would’ve said I had a great relationship with my daughters. Over the last two weeks I’ve discovered it wasn’t as good as I thought it was. But I would say we’re now heading somewhere better than I thought was possible. You were right, by the way. Jen decided she didn’t want sex with me. All she wanted was the increased intimacy.”I’d deliberately left one. Eventually Sherrie made her decision and rested her head on my chest. Whatever she decided must have brought her peace of mind, because she lay there awhile, then stood up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where we tried to set the all-time, indoor record for consecutive orgasms, in less than thirty minutes.We had no idea how close we came to the record, but Sherrie swore that she heard a man from Guinness Book of World Records, banging on the salon door.It was in the quiet of afterglow. The boys were wide-eyed with a teenage lust for destruction, broad grins sitting on their faces, whilst the girls sat and fiddled with their hair in a bored manner. One girl in particular, Vicky, was looking especially dulled by the same science she had seen dozens of times, and was biting her nails. She sighed and rolled her deep grey blue eyes and stared at the clock impatiently. Across the room, her friend Sacha was smiling at her, staring across her cute plump cheeks and long dirty blonde.