I had been drinking most of the night, and even though they were rather weak, they were still having an effect on me.I picked up a flier for a massage... parlor in the hotel. I always wanted a massage but felt I was too fat to let anyone see my body. For some reason I thought what the hell. I'm in Vegas, I'll never see this masseuse again, and I'll never be brave enough to try it in my home town.First I went in search of Jane and Barb to see what their plans were for the remainder of the. "Oh, God," she breaths, "Are they real?"Before I can answer, her hand is on my pecs.I can't help it, I know Martha will be mad at me, but I simply have to doit. Just like Martha has trained me to do for dozens of times, I pump myarms in toward the center of my chest, then I bring my shoulders in towardthe center of my chest. I should have done a quick series of push-upsbefore, to get the blood flowing, but as it is, all I can do is to clench myhands together, hoping to flex my pecs as much as I. ’I said, rubbing my head. ‘I’m so sorry. My friend was throwing the frisbee and I couldn’t catch it and it hit you in the head.’he said. ‘It’s okay. I understand. I’m fine. Just a bit sore. ‘ ‘Well let me walk you home then. I won’t feel right if I just send you home. ‘ ‘Okay. ‘ We started walking down the road after he told his friend the plan. This man was incredibly sexy. We made small talk on the way to my apartment. His name was Alex and he was waiter at this really great Italian place. Already she was feeling more liberated in the time strapped to the chair, than she had felt in most of her adult life. It was exhilarating………..she was on a diving board looking down at the deep end of the pool. Instead of sitting on the end of the board, knees bent with her legs dangling over, she had the courage to stand at the edge, curl her toes, take one last look at the depth of the water, and dive in head first, knowing that she won't touch bottom, but instead swim to surface, push her.