If she was going to be like me, then she needed to be like me: fit, and ready for anything. I showed everyone what I thought about for exercise machin...es. Mom told me to go ahead and order them, tomorrow. We would have them delivered to the house. Either I could assemble them, or get someone from the local gym to come out and install them. Also she was able to contact a contractor. He would come out and give us an estimate for converting the garage, and enclosing the breezeway. She was going to. "I need you to keep here quiet" he turns to his huge accomplice across the table. "She's giving me a fucking head ache." The huge man nods and in one quick move he climbs onto the table and straddles my face. My senses are assaulted by the stench of stale sweat that is emanating from his balls causing me to wretch all over again. In try to turn away, try to gasp for some fresh air but his giant hand holds my face in place as he jabs his stinking bellend into my face. "You may as well open up,. "Mike didn't listen, and walked back to the mats. He fixed the chain around his broad neck, and brushed the silver medallion off his brown aureole where it had caught, so it could nestle between his thick chest slabs. Before he could resume his routine, the coach called him though, barking at him to go up to the nurse's station for his annual check up. It wasn't just walking through the whole school wearing little to stop his tackle flopping out that had him worried, but the though of. She's coming home from work and it's late. I can smell the scent of her sweat from long day of hard work teaching lessons at the ice rink. I'm exhausted too. The two of us are in our twenties, trying to make ends meet in a ski resort community with a ridiculous cost of living. For me, a twelve hour driving shift is the norm, today was thirteen hours and full of complications. At this point I'm certainly too exhausted to start anything, but not too tired to follow her lead. I feel her cold body.