Janet hooked her arm through mine as we walked up to the front door.Janet hooked her arm through mine as we walked up to the front door. I carried my duffel and the girls insisted on lugging my suit carrier between them. This was the first time I had seen their house and I was impressed in spite of myself. It was a large, two-story place, four bedrooms at least, with a red tile roof. The lot was probably three- quarters of an acre, with lots of trees. There was a year-old Volvo station wagon in the drive, presumably Janet's. I hadn't realized David was so prosperous and I had to struggle a bit to smother a twinge of envy. I looked sidelong at Janet's flushed profile and guessed she had been in the midst of exercising when I arrived. Whatever program she was using to strip off her extra pounds had also firmed up her muscles and flattened her stomach, and she had regained her trim form. Then she caught me looking at her and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, ya got me," I laughed. "I was feasting my eyes, Janet -- you really look good." A few years ago, she would have blushed but now she looked pleased and gave my arm a little squeeze. None of these apparent changes in her had come through in our telephone chats. I wondered what else had changed. Rachel and Rebecca installed me upstairs in the guest room, just across the hall from the master bedroom; their rooms were at the other end of the hall, which I imagined gave everyone a little privacy. As Janet left me to unpack my stuff she said "Come over and watch me finish my workout if you want. If I stop in the middle, I'll get more developed on one side than the other...." So I hung up my two sport coats and stepped across the hall. Janet had already shucked her jeans and was lying on her back in front of the video player, ass in the air, doing bicycles with her bare legs. She obviously didn't want to bother with tights at home. Her long hair was spread in a puddle around her head and she was puffing rhythmically like a Lamaze student. I sat down astride the chair at her dressing table and leaned on my folded arms across the back to watch. |