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TEAM SPIRIT: THE SECOND HALF By Meps98 CHAPTER TWENTY Bob's condition stabilized in the second week. He was no worse, but no better. We were able to get a daily routine established. All in all, it wasn't so bad for me. It was dreamland compared to working in the club. It only took four to five hours a day to take care of Bob and the housework plus another two hours for shopping and meals. The rest of the day I could lounge by the pool, watch TV or DVD's. I'd missed a lot of the current movies locked up in the club so I had some catching up to do. Life was not pleasant for Bob though. He didn't complain about anything and always made a point of thanking me for whatever I did for him, but you could tell he was in pain a lot of the time. He wouldn't even take aspirin, not wanting to have any drugs in his system for the next blood test. I'd tried several times to talk him out of working with Amy and being treated by her. You can't believe anything that she says or promises. He should just go back on his meds and vanish into the night. Amy and Anthony are going to do whatever they want with me whether he is there or not. "I appreciate your concern Honey, but my medications only slow the deterioration of my health. Sooner or later, if I live long enough, I am going to end up were I am now. There are no current medications that will change that. The only possible existing treatment that can return me to my original health is Dr. Hanson's. I realize that there is an element of risk, but it is one I am forced to take. Don't worry, everything will work out for both of us." I never realized that Bob was such an optimist. I guess that's a good trait for an assassin to have. Amy came by at noon to take another blood sample. We had just finished lunch. "I think that you can plan on starting the treatments tomorrow. The medications were practically undetectable in the last sample so, unless I am mistaken, your system should be clean by now. I'll do the test and, if clean, send Anthony by at around 9:00 a.m. to pick you up." "If it is all the same to you Doctor, I would prefer that Honey drive me there in my car. I would feel more comfortable having my own transportation available." "Still don't trust me do you?" said Amy, shaking her head in disappointment. "I don't care how you get to the clinic, just be there by 9:00. I will call in about an hour with the results." I followed Amy to the door. "Dr. Hanson, do I need to bring anything with us tomorrow? A change of clothes, toothbrush, anything?" "No Honey, just get him there on time. I will take care of everything." Then she smiled. I had seen that smile many times before, usually when something very bad was about to happen to me. She was planning to double-cross Bob some how, but I couldn't figure it out. GOD, I wish I was smarter! She left with a wave of her hand. I went back into the house. Bob was sitting at the kitchen table, his eyes closed. I reached out and touched his shoulder. "Bob, are you awake?" "Yes, Honey. I am just getting prepared for tomorrow morning. I am going to need all of my limited resources if I am to survive this trial." I put my arms around him from behind and hugged him, laying my head on the back of his neck. I don't know why I did it. Maybe because he looked like he needed something and that was all I had to give. He raised his right hand and patted my arm. "Bob, be careful. I know you are going through with this but I also know Amy has got a surprise up her sleeve. I trusted her once and see where it got me. I just don't want to lose you." Why did I say that? "Don't worry Honey. I truly believe that both you and I are going to be fine. Trust me when I say that." I let him go and start to clean the kitchen. I had to do something. Bob closed his eyes again and just sat at the table, hands folded in front of him. If I didn't know better, I would say he was praying. The phone rang at 12:55 p.m. and I rushed to answer it. It was Anthony. "Hey Honey, Doc told me to call and let you know that you are good for tomorrow. The test results are all negative, whatever that means. She wanted me to offer my help in moving Bob." "No thank you, Sir. I have everything under control." "OK fine then. I'll see you at the clinic tomorrow." Why was Anthony going to be there? This deal is getting worse by the minute. I thought about asking him why he needed to be there but decided I couldn't believe anything he said anyway. "You still there Honey?" "Yes, Sir." "Don't worry, this will be over soon and we can all get back to normal. Maybe better than normal. Won't that be great?" "Yes, Sir, that will be great." Anthony hung up. Bob is not getting out of this alive. I have to try one last time to get him to change his mind. I went back to the kitchen and told him about my conversation with Anthony but he didn't seem either surprised or concerned. He asked me to help him out to the garage and then leave him alone until he called for me. I did and then went back to house cleaning to keep my mind occupied. Bob called for me around 6:30 p.m. I had supper ready by then so we ate. I knew better than to ask what he was up to. He wouldn't tell me and I didn't want to know because we both knew that Amy could force it out of me. I had already betrayed his confidence once; I didn't want to be in a position to do it again. After supper, Bob asked me to help him to the bathroom so he could shower. I left him in the bathroom and went back to clean the kitchen. I went to check on him after the kitchen was clean and he was already in bed, asleep on his side. I moved quietly into the room. His body tensed with a seizure but he didn't wake up. I knelt on the bed next to him and massaged his back until the seizure passed. He didn't deserve what was about to happen to him, nobody did. I kicked off my shoes, slid down onto the bed and spooned up against his back, reaching my arms around to pull him tight against me. I think I did it more to comfort myself than him, to feel that I wasn't alone in the world. * * ** * ** * ** * * I had everything in place at the clinic by 8:30 a.m. that morning; always like to be ready well before a deadline. That way I can relax and savor the moment. Anthony arrived at 8:45. I invited him to make peace for our earlier fight and to watch while Bob James was taken down the first of many pegs. "Anthony, you need to make sure that you don't touch or do anything that I don't directly request that you do. We can't afford any mistakes now." "Don't worry Doc. I'll be a fly on the wall." "Fine. Please go out front and let me know when they arrive." "Don't you have your staff here?" "No, I prefer that the fewer people who know about this particular patient the better." "So, you're taking Bob's advice to heart already" Here I am offering an olive branch and he makes a tasteless joke like that. His time will come. I will ignore him. For now "Just let me know when they arrive." Anthony went to the front of the clinic and I started to double-check my equipment. "Hey, Doc! We got company." The car pulled around the back and parked next to the window to this room. Honey was driving and Bob was slumped in the passenger seat. She got out, went around to his door, opened it and helped him out. She then opened the door to the back seat and pulled out a folding wheelchair. She opened it, positioned it behind him and eased him down into the chair. She was surprisingly quick and efficient. Must have been getting a lot of practice. She was also very gentle with him. This couldn't be working out better. "Anthony, please meet them at the back door and bring them to this room." Anthony strode to the back door and opened it. "Good morning Honey. I can take it from here." "No thank you, Sir. Bob prefers that I do this. It's no trouble" Anthony was taken aback by Honey's assertiveness. It looks like we will have to re-teach her some lessons after Bob James is taken care of. To his credit, Anthony remembered my instructions and did nothing beyond leading them to the examination room. "Good morning Mr. James, Honey. Please come in. I need Bob to change into this hospital gown." I hand Honey an extra small, open back paper hospital gown. Bob will be lucky if it covers his stomach. Honey looks around for a screen to change behind. "Where is he to change at?" "He can do it right here. We are all adults." Honey looks embarrassed but Bob simply smiles and starts to unbutton his shirt. He stays seated in the wheel chair but manages to strip down to his adult diaper with Honey's help. "The diaper needs to go also.' "Certainly, Doctor Hanson. I expected nothing less." He slips the diaper down to his knees and Honey finishes the job. Anthony is standing in the corner of the room with a large smile on his face, clearly enjoying Bob's discomfort. But Bob is not showing any discomfort. He is just sitting there, naked, but acting as if it does not trouble him at all. Suddenly his body stiffens. It is one of his seizures. Honey starts to move to his side but I stop her. The seizure stops in about 50 seconds and then Bob resumes the same position he had before it started, as if nothing happened. Well, there is more to come. "Bob, put on the gown and hop up here on the table. You can help him Honey." Honey helps Bob stand and step out of the wheelchair. He puts on the gown, which is more like a tunic top. His penis is exposed, as is his ass. He leans on Honey and they slowly move towards the examination table. He backs against the table, places his hands on Honey's shoulders while she puts her hands on his hips. They look into each other's eyes, Bob nods his head and he pushes up while she lifts, neatly placing him on the table. Damn! They have been practicing! I wanted Bob to have to attempt to crawl up and ask for help. "Nicely done. You really missed your calling as a nurse Honey. I am sure that you could work for me should Anthony ever tire of you." I looked at Honey but she said nothing. "I need to do a quick exam and then I will give you the first shot. Open your mouth." Bob opens his mouth and I exam it and his throat using a tongue depressor. Everything appears normal. "Now I need you to lie on your stomach with your legs hanging down here. Normally I would have you bend over but I don't think you could." Bob positions himself with his asshole exposed. I think he knows what is coming. "Just a quick prostate exam and then we are ready." I remove a tube of lube and a rubber glove from the top drawer of the table. I snap on the glove and squirt some lube on the both the glove and his rectum. I insert my index finger into his puckered hole, spreading the lube. I look over to Anthony, who is both smiling and wincing in sympathy. Honey is just standing there but has some tears in her eyes. Could she have feelings for Bob? I push more of my hand into Bob's rectum. She sobs. This is interesting. I wonder how she will react when Bob becomes her twin sister ... damn, I still haven't come up with a good name yet. I finish the unnecessary prostate exam and Bob has said nothing at all. No grunts, groans, screams, no reaction at all. I was hoping to embarrass him with the nudity and exams but apparently I was unsuccessful. Well, it was worth a try and Anthony enjoyed it. "Alright Bob, hold that position and I will get the injection." I turn to the lab fridge and remove a vial marked "BJ 1-40". It is the first of a series of forty shots that will change Bob's life. I insert a syringe into the vial and fill it. After swabbing Bob's left ass cheek with an antiseptic wipe, I prepare to inject him. My cell phone vibrates. Damn it! It vibrates again. Bob turns his head and looks back towards me. "You should probably answer that Doctor Hanson." "What?!' Bob rolls over and pulls himself up into a sitting position. The phone vibrates a third time. "You should answer that before it goes to voice mail." I pull the phone from my pocket, flip it open and bring it up to my ear. "Hello-Doctor-Hanson-we-are-friends-of-Mr.-James. Please-take-his- blood-pressure-now." The voice was halting and mechanical, like one of those interviews on television with a person trying to hide their identity and they disguise their voice with electronic manipulation. "Who is this?" "Please-take-his-blood-pressure-now." I look over at Bob and he has extended his arm, as if waiting for me to take his blood pressure. "I suggest you comply with their request, Doctor." "What is all of this about?' "Pressure first, answers second. If you please, Doctor." I bring the phone back up to my ear. The connection is open but no one is speaking. "Just put down the phone and take my blood pressure. I will explain everything afterwards." This is an unexpected turn of events. I glance over to Anthony but he has a blank look on his face. I decide to comply with the request. I put the phone down, walk over to the supply cabinet and pick up my blood pressure cuff. Bob's right arm is still extended. I wrap the cuff around it and start to pressurize it. "Don't announce the results Doctor, just do the test and return to the phone." The cuff is fully inflated now so I start the test. His pressure is 140 systolic, 97 diastolic, pulse 62. I look up from the digital display. Bob gestures towards the phone. I pick it up again and return it to my ear. "The-pressure-is-140-over-97-the-pulse-is-62. Mr.-James-will-now- answer-your-questions. Good-bye." The connection is broken. I return the phone to my pocket and direct my attention to Bob. God, he is smirking again. This can't be good. "Apparently you are now going to explain what this is all about." Bob is silent so Anthony decides to add his two cents. "What was that call? What did they want?' "It was someone using an electronically disguised voice claiming to be a friend of Bob James. They requested I take Bob's blood pressure and then told me what the results were." "They were right?" There was fear in Anthony's voice when he asked that question. "Yes, Anthony, they were correct." "How could they know that?" "A very good question Anthony. Do you have an answer Mr. James?" "Yes, I do, but I don't think it is in my best interest to reveal the exact technology at this time. Suffice it to say that my condition is being remotely monitored at all times. You know that I am not carrying any devices on my person, particularly after your most thorough rectal exam. If you want to x-ray me, you can, but it will be a waste of time. I decided that I needed someone to watch my back while you treated my medical problems." "So who did you hire?" "No one, though I did ask some old associates for help. You see Doctor, people in my past profession that manage to survive to retirement have an informal association, a brotherhood if you will. This group goes beyond national boundaries. We have found that retired assassins have much in common with each other regardless of which countries we come from. For example, our ex-employers would like us dead." "What do you mean?" "We know most of their dirty secrets because we participated in them. Foul, despicable acts ordered by amoral bureaucrats and political appointees. These same Machiavellian bastards would not think twice of ordering the assassin's death to cover their tracks. They would think of it as 'doing what is necessary for the good of all'. We, on the other hand, are more concerned about our survival. My brethren and I were smart enough to see these situations coming and had decided that there was strength in numbers. They might be able to take one of us out, but not all of us. Besides, they would have a very hard time recruiting our replacements if it was company policy to kill the entire roster of assassins when done with them. We all reached an understanding with our respective governments. They leave us alone after we retire, we keep quiet. We also keep access to our government resources. If they violate this deal, they have a lot of really upset assassins, not a good position to be in if you are responsible for that violation. If one of us violates the deal, the brethren take care of it because we don't want to fight the entire government." "What does all of this have to do with our situation?" "Well Doctor, we have found that it is to the advantage of all of us to keep in touch and provide assistance to each other when necessary, it builds Esprit de Core. I decided to have a few 'friends' watch my back during the duration of your treatment, at least until I can defend myself." "What is supposed to happen should you or they decide to take action?" "They come in, kill everyone in the building, burn this place to the ground and then kill everyone's immediate family. You and Anthony receive special treatment. There will be a contest, to see which of you lives the longest as one extremity at a time is removed, without anesthesia of course. I have a thousand on Anthony by the way." I am dumbfounded. This is impossible! How could this happen? We took all the necessary precautions. I look at Anthony. He is no longer smiling but slumped against the wall, mouth agape. Honey is smiling. "Wait, If Anthony and I die, so will Honey. No more daily semen doses ... she would tear herself apart." "Well, to be technical, Doctor, I would just need to keep Anthony. You are expendable. However, when I say everyone in the clinic dies, I include Honey and myself in that group" Honey stops smiling. "I know that Honey cannot survive without Anthony. As for myself, this worse case scenario I have described only happens if you try to transform me into someone like Honey. I will not live that way. I will not let you and Anthony get away with that, so all our deaths are guaranteed should you try it. Honey's and my deaths will be quick and painless. Yours' and Anthony's will be long and unbelievably painful. You will beg to be put out of you respective agonies. Fortunately, the people in charge of your deaths love to hear their victims beg, it turns them on. You don't want to know what happens to your bodies after you die. Even I find it difficult to contemplate, but that is the price you pay for the best help." I feel faint. I sit in the nearest chair. Anthony is sitting on the floor, back against the wall. Honey is leaning against the supply cabinet, head down. "So Dr. Hanson, hear is the deal. I am ready to fulfill our original agreement. You treat my MS symptoms and I will attempt to save you from the consequences of your many mistakes. If you do not want to completely comply with those terms, I will return home, resume taking my medications and disappear. I am not going to force you to treat me. If we go forward with the treatments, it must be of your own free will, however should you try to double cross me in any way, the consequences for you and Anthony will be certain and horrible. Decide now." If I had more time, I might be able to come up with a scheme to take Bob down, but I do not have the time. He wants a decision now. The plan to transform him is out, at least for the present. If I say 'No', Honey will wheel him out of here and I will lose him. Who knows what he will say, to whom and when. If I say 'Yes', he probably will regain his health and be more of a threat. Wait...what if the treatment doesn't work on him? "What happens if the treatment fails, if your condition doesn't improve?" "I understand that there are no guarantees here Doctor. If you make a good faith effort to help me but it doesn't work, we will just go our separate ways." Well, he wouldn't kill me, but he would still disappear, out of my control. If the treatments do take away his MS inflicted disabilities, his continued good health will depend on the continuation of the treatments. It will not be as good as a set of Honey twins, but he will still need to dance to my tune if he wants to be able to walk and not wear a diaper. It is worth the risk. "I have decided to follow through with our original agreement, my treatments for your advice." Anthony struggles to his feet. "Are you mad! Just let him GO! I don't want to have anything to do with this maniac! One false step and we are twitching torsos!" I raise my hand but he doesn't stop. "I will not shut up! I am so fucking tired of you trying to control me! It's my ass on the line here too. I should have a say in what happens." "Excuse us a moment" I take Anthony by the arm but he shrugs me off. I grab his arm again. "Just step outside and we can talk in private." I walk out the door of the examination room and Anthony follows, stealing a glance at Bob. I shut the door. "Do you believe him Anthony?" "Yes, I believe that he is a crazy mother fucker with a bunch of friends who are even crazier and they are probably watching us right now!" I had forgotten about the blood pressure demonstration. Damn! I am going to have this entire place scanned for bugs. "Fine, then let's keep our voices down." I quietly explain my thinking to Anthony and ask him if he has any better ideas. He is not happy but doesn't have anything to add to our options. Big surprise. "I'll go along with what you want Doc, but I want something from you too." "And what would that be?" "Not now, later." "I am not going to agree to some unknown request. We can talk about whatever it is later, but I will not guarantee that it will be acceptable." We return to the examination room. Bob is still seated on the table but he has exchanged the hospital gown for his shirt, which provides more coverage. "Anthony and I have talked and I believe that we all have an agreement, right Anthony." "Yeah, we have an agreement." Bob nods his head in acknowledgement. "Fine. Let's start the treatments. Should you exchange that syringe Dr. Hanson?" That son of a bitch had me from the start. I toss the syringe into the Hazardous Waste container and return to the refrigerator. This time I remove a vial of the standard treatment, fill the syringe and pick up an alcohol wipe. Bob is smirking again but there is something else there too, a look of satisfaction or confirmation. It's only there for a moment and then it's gone. Could have been my imagination. "I need to inject your butt. Roll over." Bob rolls onto his side so that he can still watch me but exposing his ass for an injection. I stick him hard. No reaction. Will nothing go my way today? "Honey, please bring me my clothes and the wheel chair. According to our agreement, Honey is to stay with me until I am operational again. All future injections will be at my home. I am willing to return here for more in-depth examinations, if necessary. If there is nothing else, we will be going." Honey hands him his adult diaper, pants, socks and shoes. After dressing, he slides off the examination table and Honey helps him into his chair. She spins it around so that Bob is facing me. "Doctor, call me when you want to schedule the next injection. I will contact you if there are any problems. Anthony, Honey will be available for however you want to deliver the daily semen dose." Anthony grimaced. "I think I'll stick with the bottle system for awhile. It's easier on everybody's schedule." Bob nodded. "We will accommodate whatever method you chose. Let's head home Honey." * * ** * ** * ** * * I wheel Bob out of the clinic's back door into the parking lot. It was only 10:12 a.m. We had been in the clinic only about an hour. It felt like five hours. Bob opens the passenger door and I help him into the car, then open the back door, store the chair, walk around to the driver's side and get in. I check the mirrors to see if there are any suspicious cars around us or people lurking around. "You won't see anybody Honey, they are much too professional to be seen. Just start the car and let's get home." I pull out of the parking lot and head back to Bob's house. Once we are two blocks away, Bob closes his eyes and slumps in his seat. "Are you OK?" "Yes, Honey, just tired. This morning took a bit out of me. I'll take a nap when we get home." I drive on for a few miles but I have to know. "Bob, can I ask you a question?" "Certainly Honey, I will answer any questions I can." "Where you serious back there, are there people watching us?" "They are watching over me, for now. As long as you are with me, they are watching over you also." "And would they have killed everyone at the clinic?" "If things had gone badly today, it is possible that they would not have killed me, that they would have been able to pull me out of the clinic alive. Everyone else would most certainly have died.' "Even me?" "Yes." "Why would you need to kill ME? I'm on your side. I've done everything you've asked me to do. I'm innocent!" "Well, if I kill Dr. Hanson and Anthony, what happens to you? You would be free but still addicted to Anthony's semen, which would no longer be available. You know what happens to you if denied access to his semen for more than thirty hours. I would think that you would find death preferable." "Isn't that my choice? Shouldn't I have a say? It's my life!" "Luckily, it appears that decision is put off for another day, perhaps forever. We will see what tomorrow brings." I didn't feel that I could push Bob any further. He seemed really tired and he was right, today went OK and tomorrow was another day. I could ask him again later. No matter what he says, it's clear I need to keep an eye on him all the time. Anybody who thinks like he does is a little nuts. Maybe a lot nuts. We arrived at Bob's a few minutes later. I parked in the garage, then helped him into the bedroom. "Please wake me for lunch and I'll see if I am hungry. Thank you for your help today Honey." "You're welcome." He laid down on the bed and was asleep in ten minutes. I kept looking out the front window to see if I could see any sign of Bob's "friends" but never saw anything unusual. I guess that meant that they were there. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE Amy come over about every third day and gave Bob a shot. He started to show some improvement after a week. Thank God it was his urinary control. In the span of three weeks he went from wheel chair, to walker, to cane, to a halting walk. The seizures stopped after two weeks. It took four weeks for his energy levels to improve. Anthony came by every third day and delivered three bottles of his "man juice". I had one each morning with breakfast. He never made any move towards me, never demanded a blow job, never told me to lie down so he could fuck me. It was like he wanted nothing to do with me. It left me both relieved and a little disappointed. With the daily doses, I didn't have the uncontrollable urge for sex. Doesn't mean that I didn't miss it. Sex as a woman is so different. It's not just the multiple orgasms, which are great. It's that for me to get off, he has to get off. I'm catching, not pitching. Ever since the change, I've done nothing but please men, either dancing on the stage or dancing on their cocks, with my mouth, ass or pussy. It is important that they be happy. As a man, the only thing that was important to me was that I was happy. Having had that experience, I have a pretty good insight into what makes a man happy, at least for about fifteen minutes. For the last three plus years, I had veeerryy regular sex. Often four, five or more times a day. Not counting those damn post-Super Bowl parties. If you have that much regular sex, you get used to it, even look forward to it, if it is good sex. You may be scared of the guy fucking you, sometimes that makes the sex even better. My addiction made most of it reasonably good sex, as far as orgasms go. No emotional connections at all, not even with Anthony unless you count fear. Since I started working exclusively for Bob about five weeks ago, I've gone cold turkey on sex, at least with someone else. I've done a lot of masturbating, particularly with that special vibrator Amy had made from a mold of my recreated cock that she used to rape me. Hey, any port in a storm. Even with the masturbating, I'm getting real antsy. Bob has never made a move on me, not even after the treatments started. I don't know if he can have sex yet. He said that was one of the first things the MS took from him, maybe it will be one of the last things fixed. I think that I have that emotional connection with Bob, not love, but what he thinks matters to me and not because he might beat me. I want to make Bob happy. He praises me when I do a good job and corrects me when I don't do something right but not by yelling at me. Cooking meals that he appreciates and keeping the house clean and in order are things that I actually enjoy. I don't know if this is because I really enjoy it or I am trying to convince him to keep me here with him and out of the club. I've been dressing sluttier recently, to see if I can get a rise out of him. I bought some short skirts and midriff tops the last time I went shopping, along with shoes with 3"and 4" heels. I've also been sunning topless by the pool. I decided Anthony can talk to Bob about any tan lines. I think Bob may be watching me closer, but I can't be sure. I wouldn't play poker with that guy for all the tea in China. Last night, after supper, Bob was sitting on the love seat watching TV. I had changed into a red babydoll nighty that barely grazed the bottom of my ass, with a tie in front. I sat down on the loveseat next to him and pulled my legs up under me. I was snuggled up against him, with my head on his shoulder. He reached an arm around my shoulder and gently hugged me. He continued to watch TV while I ran my left hand slowly up his left leg and across his waist. We stayed like that for a few minutes. I then pulled my hand back from his waist, letting it rest on his crotch. Nothing stirring that I could feel. I moved my head off his shoulder and moved up to his ear. I nuzzled it and nibbled on the lobe. Bob let me do this for a minute or so and then he slowly turned his head to look me in the eyes. "Honey, I appreciate the attention from a stunningly beautiful and sexy woman such as yourself but I am afraid I haven't recovered to the point of being able to respond appropriately. Even if I could, I wouldn't want to take advantage of you when you are under Dr. Hanson's compulsion to have sex. Plus the fact that our current situation is only temporary. As soon as my condition improves, Dr. Hanson is going to insist that you return to the club. I can't see any way to prevent this from happening and don't want to give you any false hope about this." "Bob, if you can't perform right now, I understand. Maybe that will change. I do want to have sex with you but it's because I want to, not because I need it. I know that my time with you is short but I might as well enjoy it while I can. My memories of this time may get me through the rough times to come." "Unfortunately Honey, my experience is that past good memories just makes the current bad times more difficult to handle. They remind you of what you have lost. However, it is your life to live and I won't tell you how to do it. You have been strong enough to survive up to now and you know what works best for you." And then he leaned in and kissed me. It had been years since I was last kissed. Really, truly kissed. You would think that with all the sex I've had since the change, there would have been a lot of kissing but that's not the case. Kissing is an intimate act and the last thing most johns want is intimacy. They have a lot of uses for my mouth but kissing isn't one of them. Bob's kiss was tender and slow, lingering on my lips but not pushing. I opened my mouth slightly and he followed my lead. He was letting me control things. I let my tongue slip into his mouth and then I pulled it back. His tongue followed mine back into my mouth. We kissed for another few minutes, my arms around his neck. I let my right arm slip from his neck and then let the strap of my nightie slip off my shoulder. I pulled the arm free from the strap, returned it to his neck and then I repeated the process with my left arm., never breaking the kiss. Bob reached both his hands around and placed them on each side of my chest, under my arms, lightly against the nightie. I rise up while he holds it, freeing my breasts and sliding it down to my hips. Bob tips his head back and falls back onto the love seat. I roll with him, maintaining the kiss, ending up laying on top of him. I run my hands up his chest and unbutton his shirt. Still kissing. I rub my breasts against his chest. He reaches up and gently massages the sides of each breast, cupping them, then stroking them. His thumbs rub against my engorged nipples. I start giggling, finally breaking the kiss. Bob smiles at me. I look down at him, still giggling, as he continues to stroke my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "What?' "That tickles." "Just tickles?" He squeezes the nipples a little harder. "OOOHHHhhhh yyeesss, that's nice. Don't stop." He slides down lower and starts to kiss my right breast, gradually working closer to the nipple, all the time still tweaking the left nipple with his fingers. He tongues the right nipple, then rapidly flicks it with the tip of his tongue, then sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple. It feels like it is an inch long and his tongue is caressing every fraction of it. "uuhhhhuuhhhHHH OOOHHHH BOB! HHUUHHAA WWHHEerree did you learn that? OOHHH Please don't stop" He switches to the left breast and starts again. I am in paradise. He keeps switching back and forth. I slowly push myself up and away from his grasp. "Is there something wrong?" he asks. "No Baby, not at all. I could stay here all night but you can't be comfortable all scrunched up here." I stand up and slide my nightie and panties down my legs to the floor, stepping out of them. "Let's find somewhere a little more comfortable." I reach out and take his hand, pulling him up off the loveseat. I lead him to his bedroom, making sure that I swing my hips as I walk, looking over my shoulder and smiling at him. We arrive at his bed and I turn him around, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and loosen his pants. I sit him on the bed and then kneel on the floor in front of him. I pick up one foot, untie the shoe, remove it and then the sock. I place the foot on my breast and then do the same to his other foot. I massage both feet for a moment then put them on the floor. I move up and straddle his legs, grabbing the waist of his pants and boxers together in both hands, pulling them down and free of his legs as I back away. I then move up and again straddle him, sitting in his lap, facing him. I kiss him again, arms around his neck as I grind my crotch against his. I can feel his cock but it isn't hard. If I reach down and touch it, I'd only be emphasizing the point. I won't embarrass him. I slid off him and around to his back. I pull his shirt down his back and arms until they are free. I start to massage his back. I'd never really looked at Bob's body before. Sure, I'd helped him in and out of the shower a few times but I always kind of looked away. But now I was getting a close look. Hardly an Adonis, but a broad back, strong neck, stout arms. Not what you would call good muscle definition. But it was funny, as I slowly ran my hands along his shoulders and back, I could feel the muscles just below the skin. I pressed harder with the palms of my hands. His muscles were very firm, taught and everywhere. He was just one big muscle covered with a layer of slightly fatty skin. If he worked out, he could be amazing. I reached around him from the back and massaged his chest. Same thing, muscles every place I touched. No gaps at all. I reached down to his thighs. They were much bigger than you would think from seeing him dressed. It suddenly occurred to me. Bob always dressed in baggy clothes. Not stylishly baggy, just one size big, like he was trying to hide his real body size and shape. Why was that? I didn't get much time to think about this because he reached down and took my hands in his. He turned to face me, kissed me, then grabbed my waist and picked me up. He put me down on the bed, lay down next to me, reaching around and started playing with my breasts and nipples again. Both his hands and his mouth felt wonderful. This time, he worked his way down my body. His right hand traced circles just above my pussy. I began to get that itch down there that could only be satisfied one way. My legs were spread wide. Bob reached down and cupped my mound, rubbing my clit with his thumb while tonguing my right nipple. "aaahhh mmmmmm uuuuhhHHH MMMMMMM OOOOHHhhhh You're goooood." I raise my hips to increase the pressure on my clit. Bob picks up the pace, rubbing faster. He lets my breast fall from his mouth and starts to kiss his way down my stomach. He slides over me and down to my crotch, spreading my pussy lips with his thumbs and starts to lick my clit. I reach down with my hands and entwine my fingers in his hair. Bob buries his face in my pussy and I grind it against him, pulling his head closer. He doesn't let up on my clit for a moment. "uuuhhh uuuhhhh uuuhhhHHAAAHH AAHH OOOHHH Bob mmyyyy God ooohhh God Bob MMYY CLIT BOB OHH LICK MY CLIT BOB AAH LICK IT HARD!" I was having trouble catching my breath. I could feel my orgasm coming. Bob took his hands off my pussy, reached up and grabbed my breasts and pulled on my nipples. He clamped his mouth on my cunt and blew hard, like he was trying to inflate me, inhaling through his nose and exhaling repeatedly. My vagina was pressurized. It was a very strange feeling, but a good one. He then went back to licking my clit while keeping the pressure on. I had never felt anything like this in my life. I tried to buck my hips but Bob's forearms kept me pressed into the bed. "PLEAASSE BOB UUHHHAHHUU OOOHHHH GOD DON"T STOP I"MMMM CUUMMING GODD CUMMMMING NOW! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE" The orgasm raced through my whole body, muscles clenching and trembling as I my head thrashed back and forth. It was wave after wave, curling my toes and crossing my eyes. I literally couldn't see clearly. I tried to raise my head to look down at Bob but I couldn't focus and then the next orgasm hit me. I threw my head back and cried out again. "OOOHHH OOHH HHUUHH HUUHH HUUHHAA AAHH FUUCK FUCCK FFUUUCCKK OOHH FFUUCK GOD DAMN OOOHHH!" Bob lets go of my pussy and I deflate. He's breathing hard, catching his breath, but he doesn't stop pulling on my nipples and rubbing my breasts. I'm breathing pretty hard myself. I let go of his hair and prop myself up on my elbows. I still can't see straight. I blink several times and my eyes start to focus as I look down at Bob. He's looking back up at me, smiling. You don't see Bob smile very often, usually it's just that annoying smirk. His tongue snakes out and licks my clit again. It is still sensitive from the last session and feels like an electric shock when his tongue touches it. My hips jerk but they are still held in place by his forearms. He is much stronger than he appears. "No Bob, please, not again, not now. Give me a chance ooowww to rest. Please, please not now nnnoott nnoowww, oohhh mmmmmm ooohh pleeaassee mmmmmm." He doesn't stop and in a few seconds I'm pretty happy that he didn't. I put my hands on top of his as he keeps working my breasts, nipples and clit. Another orgasm is building. I've had multiple orgasms many times, thanks to the need created by my addiction to Anthony's semen, but these were different, better. Maybe it was because I wanted them instead of needed them. Maybe it was because someone was trying to please me instead of me trying to please them. Maybe it was because I love.... no, no, no I couldn't love Bob. I'm a girl now, but I was a guy. I've got a guy's memories. I can't love another guy, besides I'm going to have to go back to the club soon and ... ooohhhh that feels goooddd! "Yes, yes, yesssss. Oooohhh AAAhhhhhh YYEESSS! OOOHHH BOB YOUUU STUD YOUU!" Bob plays me like a piano. I'm awash in orgasms again. Three, four, five, I lose count. As I come off the high from the last one, I realize that Bob is no longer lying between my legs but has moved up next to me on the bed. I roll towards him so we are face to face. He reaches out around my hips and pulls me closer. I do the same around his neck. I kiss him with all I've got. Bob breaks the kiss. "Does this mean you are ready for round three?" "NO! Not right now, thank you very much! My clit will be tingly for hours. Where did you learn all those moves? I thought you weren't James Bond." "We did receive training in certain techniques because you never know when they might come in handy, but most of my field work did not involve seducing beautiful women." I look away, blushing. He kisses my cheek and then moves to my ear, nibbling it. "Please stop that. Be serious." I turn back to look at him. "You know what I am, who and what I was. Why do you treat me so nicely?" "Well, I treat you so nicely because I think that basically you are a good person and a stunningly beautiful woman. I never knew you as Josh Thomas so I don't think of you as a man. I know that Josh Thomas appears to have been a rather large jerk but I never met him. I have met you and have found you to be a completely delightful woman, kind, courteous, hard working, and trustworthy, if you ignore your unfortunate inability to keep a secret when being tortured ... which is not your fault. Why wouldn't I treat you nicely?" "Because I am nothing but a whore! I'll fuck anything that walks or crawls into the club! I'll let them fuck me or I'll suck them off or let them fuck my ass and I'll probably like it.' I start to cry. Bob reaches out and caresses my hair. "Did you walk into Anthony's club and say 'Hello Anthony, I am here to apply for the job of whore'." I sniff "No, of course not." "Do you have any say in who you have sex with or what you do with them?" "No." "Do you get paid for your services?" "No." "So why do you do it?" "If I don't, Anthony will either beat the shit out of me or won't have sex with me at least every twenty four hours, which is worse than the beating." "So then, you are not a whore, just the victim of a devious plan for revenge by a demented woman. Unfortunately, I have not been able to figure out a way to rescue you from this situation and I am very sorry about that. I truly wish that I could solve this puzzle." I reach out and touch his cheek. "It isn't your fault. Amy's a genius. She's got me completely screwed, in more ways than one. You did all you could and I thank you for that. I also thank you for tonight. That may have been the best sex I've ever had, man or woman." I glance down with a pout on my face. "I am upset that we could have been doing this for the last five weeks." I look up to make sure he knows I'm joking. "Why you insatiable minx! I wasn't sure that I could pull that off tonight, let alone the last five weeks. We will just have to consider tonight the bar that we will try to top the next time." He rolls away from me to the side of the bed, sits up and then stands up. He needs to hold onto the bedside table to avoid falling down. "I don't know about you, but I reek of sex." He reaches a hand towards me. "How about a shower before bed?" "I think your odor is charming," I say mockingly. I reach out and take his hand "but if you insist." Bob pulls me off the bed and I let him lean on me as we walk into the bathroom. We take a warm shower, washing each other's bodies. I don't want to make this too sexual because I don't think I could handle round three right now. We rinse off and dry each other. Bob walks out of the bathroom without my help. He turns down the bed and I climb in. He slides in behind me, spooning against my back. He kisses the nape of my neck. "Good night Honey." I snuggle back against him, wiggling my ass. "Good night Bob." I feel warm, comfortable, and safe. Bob is asleep in a few minutes and I join him moments later. * * ** * ** * ** * * I am the first to wake. Bob is lying against my back, face down, with his arm draped across my body and around my waist. He's snoring but not too loudly. I gently lift his arm and scoot away from him. I really need to go to the bathroom. Slipping out of bed, I walk quietly into the bathroom and close the door. I lift the lid of the toilet, sit down and let the piss flow. I feel better now and dry myself. Checking my face in the mirror, I've got a terminal case of bed head. I try to straighten it out with my fingers but no luck. I return to Bob's bedroom, pull a set of pajamas from his dresser and put on the top, leaving the bottoms laying across the bed. I cross over to my room, enter the bathroom, pick up my hairbrush and run it through my hair a few times. That's much better. A little lipstick and I'm ready to fix breakfast. It's going to be waffles this morning, one of Bob's favorites. It's the least I can do after last night. By the time I hear him stirring in the bedroom, I've already made half a dozen. My back is turned to the kitchen door as he comes in wearing the pajama bottoms. I see him out of the corner of my eye. I reach up and unbutton the top two buttons of my top, leaving my breasts exposed. I continue making waffles. He comes up behind me, reaching his arms around my waist and nuzzling my neck. "And good morning to you too" I giggle. Bob reaches a hand into my open top and caresses my left breast. I melt back into his body, sighing. He gently pinches my nipple. "Aaaahhh Bob, don't youuuu want to eeeat first?" "Let's have breakfast in bed." He brings his other hand up to my right breast, squeezing softly. "The butter and syrup will make a terrible messsss." "Then I volunteer to clean both you and the bedroom after we are done." He releases me, picks up the waffles, plates, syrup, butter and utensils, placing them on a tray. Bob picks up the tray and heads for his bedroom. "Coming, Honey?" "I certainly hope to" I reply with a smile, following Bob as I remove my top. I was right, it was a terrible mess. A terrible, erotic, orgasmic, fantastic mess. Waffles are now one my favorites too. CHAPTER TWENTY TWO Anthony came by the next morning to make his delivery. Bob answered the door. I was in the living room. "Good morning, Anthony. Excuse my appearance. I have had to do some deep cleaning in the bedroom. We were a little over-enthusiastic yesterday." Anthony seemed confused. "Isn't that what Honey is supposed to be doing?" "Normally yes, but I promised her that I would take care of it, didn't I Honey?" I walk to the front door, rise up on my toes and give Bob a deep, long kiss. "You certainly did Baby and you are doing a very good job. Good morning, Sir." I nod my head towards Anthony. I turn to go back into the house. Bob lightly slaps my ass and I give a yelp. I look back at him, we are both smiling and I'm blushing. "Please, come in Anthony. I need to speak with you and could use a break." "No that's fine. Maybe some other time." "Please Anthony, it is important to me." Anthony hesitated at the door, trying to decide if coming inside was the smart thing to do. "I promise that there will be no funny business, I just want to talk briefly." "OK, just for a couple of minutes. I've got places to be." "Excellent. I will not keep you long. Come in and have a seat." Bob comes back into the house and Anthony slowly follows, looking around suspiciously. I'm in the kitchen doing the dishes but I can hear them talk and can see their reflections in the sliding glass door. Bob sits on the loveseat and indicates with his hand for Anthony to sit on the couch. He sits down on the very front edge, prepared to move quickly if necessary. "First, let me apologize for how I treated you last month when I assaulted you. It was unfair to set you up that way, to ambush you so to speak. You were getting ready to beat me up, at the very least, but you had no idea who you were dealing with and that wasn't fair. It is my policy to give a warning before going after someone, but I made an exception in your case." "Why the exception?" "Because, you are too good to be warned. I have seen you in action and knew that if I gave you fair warning, I wouldn't have been able to succeed with my plans." Anthony sat up and back a little into the couch, getting comfortable. There was a satisfied smile on his face. "You knew that I would beat you in a fair fight." "No, I knew that I would have a difficult time disabling you, that I would have likely been forced to kill you. It's actually harder to disable someone than kill them. It is such a fine line. With the element of surprise, I was able to shift the odds in favor of 'disable' verses 'death'" "Bull shit. If I knew about your real identity, I'd have been prepared." Bob shook his head sideways. "Anthony, how many assassins have you fought in your life?" "Probably none" "I have fought many people in my life, some larger, stronger and faster than you. I am still alive and they are not. I do not say this to insult you. I would have killed you and quickly. It is what I do. You have a lot of native ability and would be a formidable opponent, with the proper training and practice, but you have neither. I do like you; you have been more than fair in all our prior dealings so I wanted to keep you alive. The trick with the cane and baton were my best options. I am sorry." Anthony rubbed the side of his head where Bob had struck him. "The cane and baton behind the knees weren't the worse parts. My head hurt for two weeks." "Again, I am sorry but it seemed to be the best choice at the time. I am not going to try to persuade you that you would have lost the fight; you can believe what you will about that. Just believe that I do apologize for what I did to you and how it was done." Anthony looked at Bob with narrowed eyes, a look I had seen too many times before. He was undecided on what to do. Anthony may not have a quick mind but he isn't stupid either. He can be pretty devious when given time. He put out his hand. "I'm not admitting that you would have been able to take me in a fair fight, but apology accepted." Bob leaned forward and shook Anthony's hand "I appreciate your forgiveness Anthony. I know that we can not have the same relationship as before, but I hope our future one is civil." Bob released Anthony's hand and retuned to his chair. "This brings up my second point. It is hard to miss that you have chosen to provide your daily dose of Honey's, shall we call it 'medicine', via bottle instead of personally. This has been going on for several months, since our original agreement was struck. I am sure that Honey misses your personal touch, particularly since I am still unable to get an erection despite the Doctor's treatments. You are free to take Honey with you for a short while each day or use my home if you wish should you desire to return to personal daily deliveries." What the hell was Bob saying? That he wants Anthony to come here every day and fuck me or force me to give him a blow job? He never said anything to me about this. I thought that he lov ... liked me. How could he do this? I started to silently cry, arms resting on the kitchen sink. MEN! They are all BASTARDS! You are a fucking ASSHOLE Bob! Anthony was talking again. I blow my nose and listen. "Actually Bob, I prefer it this way. Honey's a great looking girl and one hell of a fuck, particularly about twenty hours after her last dose of 'medicine', but after three years it's just not the same. When the Doc first came to me with this deal, I jumped at it, who wouldn't? A sexy, barely legal teenager who would do whatever you wanted, would actually beg you for sex every day. She would never grow older, never get ugly, never get pregnant and I could also whore her out and have her dance at no cost. Where do I sign, you know? And it was great! The sex, the money ... hell, the power. I owned that bitch! There was this time when ..." Anthony looked at Bob and thought better of telling him the Dog Track story. "Well, I won't go into details but we had some great times." Great for him maybe. I'd cut off his balls if I didn't need them. "The point is that after three years, the thrill is gone. No matter how good she is, it's 'been there and done that' ya know?" "I thought it might be something like that. Dr. Hanson doesn't understand a man's need for variety. Even if you love Honey.... do you love Honey?" "Are you kidding?! Not a chance in hell! When I call her a whore, I mean it. She's probably fucked or sucked over 500 different men since I got her, not counting the Wranglers. Many of them twenty to thirty times each. If it wasn't for the Doc's treatments, she'd be a used up piece of cunt." "I would say that you don't love Honey, which makes your need for variety in your sex life even greater. Frankly I am surprised you have lasted this long. Have you told Dr. Hanson about this?" "Do I look suicidal? Hanson is flat nuts. She will do anything to make sure Honey is punished day in and day out. Whether by daily johns or Wrangler parties or dancing at the club or her 'special customers' every six months. If I told her I wanted out of the deal, I could end up as Honey's 'sister'. Hell, you almost did end up as Honey's 'twin sister' before that trick with the phone call. I don't have a bunch of people covering my ass." Anthony looked around to see if I was listening but couldn't see me. He leaned in closer to Bob. "I'd drop Honey in a second if I could. Oh, you were right about her knowing way too much about my business. You could have knocked my over with a feather when she answered all those questions about my contacts and sources." "Well Anthony, you do need to take some of the blame for that, using her as a 'business incentive'." "OK, that's right. Still doesn't change the fact that she knows way too much and she's only going to learn more. Plus the money isn't that good any more. It's the same problem, no variety. All the regulars are tired of fucking her and seeing her dance. A successful club rotates its' performers to keep the customers happy. Out with the old and in with the new. I can rotate every one but Honey. It's a good thing I don't pay her or I'd be loosing money on her." "So that is why you were happy to accept my offer." "Damn straight. Once I came up with the 'bottled medicine' idea, it was smooth sailing until the Doc found out." "Who are these 'special customers' you mentioned?" Yeah, who are they? Is that why I get the crap kicked out of me twice a year? Anthony pulled back from Bob. "I may have said too much, let's leave it at you've got your secrets and I've got mine." "I can not argue with that logic. Since Dr. Hanson interfered with our arrangement, I appear to have benefited without you being compensated for your loss. Has she paid you for the time Honey has spent here with me?" "You're kidding right? She never offered squat when I pointed out my reduced income without Honey. She threatened to take Honey from me and put her with someone else. Some gratitude." "I hope that calmer heads prevailed. The idea of bringing another person into this unstable situation is ludicrous. We need to reduce the number of people with dangerous knowledge, not expand it." "When you say 'reduce', do you mean..." "No Anthony, I stick by my statement that I will not kill to solve this problem. There are other options to be pursued. But let me deal with your financial needs first." Bob stands and reaches into his back pocket, removing his wallet. He opens it and takes out a wad of bills. "Honey has been here, what, five weeks? Would a thousand a week be fair compensation?" Bob reaches out with five one thousand dollar bills. Anthony's eyes are as big as saucers. He jumps up from the couch and reaches for the cash. "Sure, sure, that will be fine. She can stay here as long as you want for that kind of money." He snatches the bills from Bob's hand and pockets them. "I will not be needing Honey's services for much longer. Dr. Hanson's treatments have pretty much lived up to her promises." "Except for your dick." Anthony couldn't pass that one up. "Yes, I am not yet fully recovered but I have no complaints about my progress. I would imagine that Dr. Hanson will insist that Honey return to the club in the next two or three weeks, at most." "More's the pity. I'd still be willing to stick with our original two days a week deal when she does come back." "I will keep it in mind, but there is no reason to do so. My original plan was based on me needing someone to provide quasi-nursing care, which no longer applies. I really don't need her any longer." I feel faint. I grab a chair and sit down, putting my head on the kitchen table. Doesn't NEED me? NEED? Who is this guy? I thought that he ... he ... that I ... we ... I don't know what I thought. Bob's treating me just like any of the hundreds of guy's I've fucked over the years. Use me and toss me aside. What about me? The way he had treated me the last few days, the tender, erotic sex that focused on my needs made me think he was different. OH GOD, is this hell ever going to end! I'm crying and struggling to not make any noise. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know." I open my eyes and look at the reflection in the sliding glass door. Anthony is headed for the front door. "I do have a question for you Bob, if you don't mind." "I will answer it if I can." "What would have happened if you had killed me?" "Do you mean how would it have changed my plans?" "Yeah that too, but what would you have done with the body? You couldn't have moved me and Hanson certainly wouldn't have helped. So what do you do?" "Anthony, I never move to an area without establishing a body disposal procedure. You never know when you might need to get rid of one on short notice. I do not want to reveal any tricks of the trade, but I had that possibility covered. The bigger problem is cleaning up the mess a killing creates. Why do you ask?" "Just curious." "I am glad we had this talk Anthony" "Me too Bob." They shook hands again and Anthony left. Bob shut the door and then came back to the kitchen. I didn't even try to get up, didn't want to look at him, didn't have the energy. He sat down across the table from me. "Honey" he said quietly. "I assume that you listened to my conversation with Anthony. Did you hear everything?" I just sat there, head in my arms, on the table, eyes closed, still crying. "Honey, did ...." "Yes, I heard everything!" There was no reason for me to keep quiet now so I let it all out, loudly sobbing. "What is wrong with you? I thought we were ... I thought we had some ... thing. And then you go and pay Anthony just like every body else does. What do you see when you look at me? And now you're done with me? Oh God, I can't take this any more!" I'm crying uncontrollably. Bob just sits there, doing nothing. I'm crying for like ten minutes, elbows on the table, head in my hands, and Bob hasn't moved a muscle, just sits there, staring at me. He's starting to piss me off. I look up at him. "Don't just sit there, say something!" I'm just sniffling now. "What would you like me to say?" "I can't tell you what to say! Explain yourself! One minute you're the sweetest, kindest, funniest, sexiest person I've met in years and the next minute you're a cold hearted son of a bitch who talks about killing me or dumping me with all the emotion of reading a phonebook. Which is the real you? I've got to know!" Bob gets up and comes around to my side of the table, sitting next to me. He takes my hands in his and looks deep into my eyes. "No Honey, you don't have to know." I try to pull my hands from his but he won't let go. "In fact, you can't know and we are both fully aware of this." "But why not? Just tell me what is going on. Please." "Honey, I can not tell you anything because you can not be trusted to keep a secret. We both know that as long as you are addicted to Anthony's semen, no secret is safe with you. I can not tell you my plan, I can not and will not even tell you if there is a plan. You get nothing except that I knew you were in the kitchen listening to every word. If Dr. Hanson asks, feel free to repeat it all, word for word." "So you just said those awful things to fool Anthony?" He looked at me like he was in pain. "I can not say a thing about that. I will not tell you anything that I would not say directly to Amy. Always keep that in mind. If you get questioned by her, tell her everything, hold nothing back." I slowly pull my right hand free of Bob's and wipe my eyes. They must look terrible, puffy and red. I must look horrible, makeup smeared and mascara running. I feel like my composure has returned. "You know, you could have warned me." "Honey, did you even listen to what I just said?" "Yes, yes, I know. It's just that it would be nice to know ahead of time that you're going to be saying horrible things about me." "Speaking of saying things about someone 'sweetest, kindest, funniest, sexiest person I've met in years'?" I stick my tongue out at him. "I can not say a thing about that." "Touch?." * * ** * ** * ** * * It was a week later and Bob was walking with a normal gait without assistance. He decided that he wanted to try jogging. We both went to the sporting goods store to get some exercise outfits. I tried to talk him into some of that Under Armor form fitting stuff but he insisted on the usual "One size too big" baggy sweatshirt, T-shirt, shorts and pants. I, on the other hand, found the cutest shorts and top set that really made my ass look great and legs look longer. The top was scooped necked so it showed plenty of cleavage too and they were both made of spandex so they showed off my curves. I also found this really narrow sports bra that lifted my breasts like a pushup bra but still had plenty of support so I didn't bounce around too much. There were also these great shoes with just a little more heel but they were still stable and comfortable. Plus I got a lot of attention from the teenage male salesman. Bob didn't seem to notice. I bought three sets of everything, which made the kid's day. He said it was nice that I was helping my "dad" get back into shape. Bob definitely did not like that comment. Our first time out at the local track showed that both of us were out of shape, but Bob was worse than I was. He was always lagging behind me. I told him to pick up the pace, but he just said he enjoyed the view from the back. Judging by the way other guys heads whipped around as I passed them, Bob wasn't the only one enjoying the view. When we were cooling off on the bleachers, some big stud came up to me, totally ignoring Bob. He wanted to know if this was my first time there as he hadn't seen me before and, I quote, "I would certainly remember some one as hot as you". I told him that it was my first time here, and he was right, he would remember someone as hot as me. Bob spoke up and said that I was his personal trainer. The stud wanted to know my rates, but I told him he couldn't afford them. Naturally, this pissed him off. I said that I was joking and that I would see him around. This seemed to cool him down. At least it cooled his attitude, the rest of him still seemed heated up, if the bulge in his shorts meant anything. We left shortly after that. One of the interesting things about Amy's treatments is that they are kind of like steroids. They will improve your health but if you work out, the benefits come much faster. We kept up the running and Bob rapidly got into decent shape. We added some weight training. He looked pretty much the same, just les