So, how did I deal with getting her to stop what has turned into a torture for me? I tickled her.Yes, I know, totally unfair to take advantage of her ...weakness. However, in my defense, I was suffering from sore feet, shin bruises from hitting the coffee table, and a sore elbow from one fall that even Melia couldn't figure out how I managed to do that. So I took ruthless advantage and started pursuing her around the apartment, unmercifully.Now, before you get the idea this was sexual, you really. She (or more accurately, the character she plays) is basically a more perfectly-built version of what I would have been had I pursued a career in the Navy/Marines as my father would have preferred. She and I have the same hair color, same eyes, same busty figure (hers is sleeker) and the same flirtatious teasing personality.The only things I have on her are eight years of age (she's pushing 40 by now) and, oh, about 30 IQ points.Dave was trying to get a rise out of me. I thought it was cute and. On her last she took off her jacket and heels and started doing the one handed dumbbell row I’d shown her the first time. I thought she would move the bench since it was right in front of me but she just braced herself and started pumping out a set. I tried to concentrate on the butterfly press but her skirt was riding up and demanded my attention. I got it in my head that she either was deliberately letting me have a free show or was clueless to the point where she wouldn’t notice, so I. But, God! If my mom found out I was in major trouble, plus I would be beyond embarrassed for smoking a woman's brand of cigarettes.I had no choice but to give the man his paper personally the next day. He mentioned that I'd left abruptly the previous day. I felt I had to make amends so I agreed to have another glass of tea. I didn't have my More 120's in my pocket, but I knew I had to keep up appearances, so I fished them from my paper bag and lit one."Oh, those Mores," he said, (and then he.