I put my jock and shorts back on and helped her to dress. Hand in hand we staggered, giggling, up the hill until we were at the entrance of the drive ...way. As we entered the house, she hears me moving behind her then she feels herself being spun around. With uncharacteristic speed and agility, I lift her up with one hand and put her over my shoulder. I turn and begin marching with my beautiful young prize out of the kitchen and towards the staircase. " What are you doing!?" Ellen gasps, shocked. No problem. Every generation had some silliness going on—bathtub gin, hallucinogenic drugs, pyramid schemes—why not hers? This was off the charts, though. She had lost her job, and she was bedded down most of the days on a saggy old mattress using her health problem as a reason to atrophy mentally and physically. I had known that this chronic illness was going to be bad, and it was, but this was not really about illness of the body. It was mental and spiritual illness. Scanning her house was. She agreed to it and from Monday onwards she started coming to gym in the evening. I was waiting for her in the cardio section and that’s the first time actually I saw her body curves. She was walking towards me wearing a pink track pant, grey color t shirt and sport shoes. She appeared to be shorter then the other night and I guessed she had worn high heels then.Her track pant was a perfect fit, had huge boobs which were looking quite prominently even though she was wearing a loose fitting t. Okay?”“Today?” I asked her in surprise.“Why? You don’t want it?”“I do. But I didn’t tell them at home that I am starting special classes with you.”This time her mobile was in her hands. She called my mom and explained to her that she felt I could do much better and that, unlike the others, I could score high marks in English. So, she explained, she was going to tutor me separate from the class to give me undivided attention. My mother was more than happy to hear about how brilliant her son was.