The Trainer Taking Charge
Three weeks had passed since my last visit to Janeen’s house. As I passed a gas station I happened to see her at the pumps. I turned in and pulled my Jeep next to her van. “Hi!” I yelled, and I waved. I stepped out of the Jeep and walked over to speak with her. I noticed the van was empty, no children. She had on a pair of those damn tight spandex shorts and a tight tee shirt. “Hi, Ben, what are you up to today?” she asked. “Just on my way home to put together something I’ve been...