December 11, 1982, McKinley, Ohio“Are you out of your mind!” I growled at Emmy on Saturday morning.“What?”“Look, I know you think you’re getting back at your dad, and if that’s what you need to do, that’s your business. But bringing HER with you? What were you thinking?”“Jesus, Mike! She wants you! And she wants you to be her first! Like you were for me!”“Have you been talking to her about stuff you shouldn’t have?” I said, my eyes narrowing.“Uh, well, uh, I guess.”“For heaven’s sake, Emmy! You KNEW I wasn’t interested in her! My suggestion, when she comes back from the bathroom, is you drive her home then come back if you must! I am NOT staying around to babysit her and I sure as heck am not having sex with her. Not today. Not ANY day!”“That wastes two hours!”“Well, waste them!” I replied tersely.Mindy walked into the room just then and smiled. I wasn’t staying around, or even getting into a discussion with her, so I went into my room, grabbed my study notes and textbooks, then. I was also positive from my first glance that Liz wore nothing beneath them.Her top was a white tank top that had been cut off to the point the bottoms of her unfettered breasts were visible at the bottom.“I’m just doing arms and chest this time,” she said as she straddled a bench directly in front of me. Her breasts popped free when she lifted her arms to reach the padded levers.I didn’t realize I was staring until drool hit my extended hand. Since it landed on my thumb, I actually felt it and wiped my mouth.Liz laughed aloud.“Are you going to be able to concentrate?” Liz wondered.“No,” I said.“I’ll make you a deal,” she said, making no attempt to cover her boobs. “If you make it through a good workout, I promise to make it worth your while.”I silently nodded my agreement and did my best to return my attention to what I was doing. I made it through another 20 rotations before my eyes shifted when Liz moved.She had put a knee on her bench to adjust the weight (and in the process.
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