“They’re fake”, she said, to which I replied “I like’um anyway!”. XXX Jill announced that she’d torn up her knee playing tennis, was in much pain, but slated for orthoscopic surgery later in the week. Karen and I became workout buddies, and sometimes went to lunch, or grocery shopping afterwards. And, could I please bring the rest of her clothes and things? I had other plans. She’d removed her jogging suit while I had my head under the sink, now only wearing snug hip hugger workout shorts, a tank top, and still barefoot. “Sheweet” I said aloud. I hadn’t dated all that much, and didn’t look forward to starting over. It seemed that we worked well as a couple, enjoyed each other in many ways, and of course, the sex was very good.




















