.. it was the worrying feeling of comfortable. For the first time in my life, I felt attractive, I felt right...I lingered for what seemed like a life...ime before I realised how abnormal I was and I pulled them off quickly and finished the laundry. Everything seemed to return to normal and I figured I was OK, just experimenting and playing and that was it. Eventually though, our sex life began to diminish. I stopped having orgasms and she stopped wanting to fuck so we drifted apart and. She said we should plan on running together on weekends.I was surprised that Sandra had her own weight routine that was similar to mine, although mine was heavier with more reps. She began doing my after workout stretching with me when I was finished. Sandra said, "You were obviously watching and trained by professionals. You'll have to tell me about that."We moved from the gym to the dojo. I took Sandra to a back part of the big work room since it was later in the day, and told her, "Follow my. I ended up feeling really guilty, and finally chucked in the office at about four, wandering around for a while before getting to the bar an hour or so early. And bought a soft drink, possibly to chastise myself. Perversely, I hadn't brought a print of the code I was obsessing on: I could always e-mail her it, if she was willing to help. For now, I thought I'd have a go at rebuilding the bridges that I'd forgotten had been there.Seff was actually about half an hour late - been having the hide. I made some comments about poor work habits recently and then called out 5 people, of whom you were one to meet me after school. Your faces showed how annoyed you all were, as you had to go to your other 2 classes in the afternoon and then come back to me for god knows how long. You arrived last with a sultry look on your face. I think you thought I would be easy on you. As you walked in I told you to take a seat, and then announced to the others to finish the page they were on and they could.