She'd like to join your weight-loss and physical training program. And, I've arrived with the diets I designed for the participants in the program. Al... three of them."Marylyn Pope should not wear tights, I thought unkindly. I didn't express my thoughts but smiled and said, "Welcome aboard, Marylyn. Follow me. The program starts with recording your vital statistics and a conversation."She hurried to match my long stride, but her strides waddled.In the weight room, instead of immediately weighing. It couldn't be...”“James...~”It was her.His heart was pounding.He couldn't tell if his body was aflame from the lingering rage left by the game.....or her voice having it's usual, seemingly heightened, affect on him.He could feel the familiar tug deep within in his abdomen intensifying...'Already?'It took everything he had to not rip through the door... and more tantalizingly, her.James began to pace back to the desk, as the soft steady knocking sounded off a tad louder behind him. He made it. He needs that in the worst way, I know that, every woman knows that about a man,” she said.“Yes, and that’s a true thing for sure,” he said.I was sitting at a table in Shadows tipping one back. It was my first of the day. I’d been waiting for the man who was approaching from across the empty dance floor to where I had taken up residence.“Hi, Jim,” said Sammy, plopping down on the bench across from me. “How’s tricks?”“How’s tricks” I said, repeating his words. “Interesting wordology,. We had slipped out of our pants to our boxers and were pulling on our hard dicks as we continued watching. Between making trips to the bathroom and drinking over half the bottle of Fireball, it was soon after 2:00 AM. We made our way to turn out the room lights leaving the sheer curtain open as we got into the bed in the dark. Instead of falling off to sleep quickly, I was still stroking myself and could now see Jason playing with himself. The neon and street lights from the window made the.