She jotted down more notes. ‘By the time I’m finished with you, your heel will touch your butt. I promise you that. You can work on that at home, ...too.’ She went to a nearby desk and produced a packet of papers. When she came back, she said, ‘Here are some exercises I want to you to do.’ She handed them to him before demonstrating each exercise and telling him how often to do them. When she finished, she had him pull up the leg of his sweat pants and remove the brace. She handed him a huge bag. "Wow, we finally get to meet and I must say you are more beautiful in person than in your photos." Nancy said. "I was about to say the same thing!" Alex said laughing. Then she looked at me and said, "And you mister, you are truly a hunk of man." "Well thanks," I said with a blush. "I do workout at least four times a week." Then Alex looked down at the semi-erect cock that was growing in my slacks, "That's not what I meant."I smiled and felt a wave of blood rush to my face. After the initial. “Buy me a beer cowboy,” she asked in a shaky voice.“Sure,” I told her, “where have you been, it’s been quite a while since I last saw you?”“Oh, I was dancing with an old friend I ran into, we had a lot of catching up to do,” she said to us.“Have you been crying,” I asked, “your eyes look different, and your makeup is a mess.”“I was sweating a lot while we danced to those fast ones, I guess the sweat made my mascara run.” she told me.We all stood around there and talked, it was getting close to. We only talked if it was absolutely necessary. Patrick came home late from work and left early, and we both had dark rings around our eyes from exhaustion as one sleepless night followed the other. “This can’t go on!” I declared, tear-streaked, staring at the shards of porcelain of the cup that had slipped my trembling hands and now lay in a huge puddle of coffee on the kitchen floor. “Patrick!” He looked at me, weary, unfocused. I stumbled around the table and slipped to my knees, grabbing his.