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Trixie’s girlfriends assailed her with questions about how the weekend had gone with apologetic emoticons and texts, but she deflected them all until mid-week, when she would tell them the whole tale over several bottles of mead at her place

She got Cy to answer to the door in a fitted white shirt when they arrived After being filled in on all the details, heas a prop and fawned over her every whi

Trixie liked to show rather than tell

She never once berated her girlfriends for ditching her at the laststares and private asides whenever Cy got up to fetch another bottle of honey-wine

“You’ve been getting the business end frood?”

Trixie ood

Cy left the nextto knohen his faency would be resolved Cy offered to host Trixie at his place in thefor teeks and teekends straight to make up for the time he took off and would probably be completely wrecked at the end of each day Apparently there were already guests asking for him by name She bet there were, especially with those hands

They resolved to ain on the third weekend, at which ti he hadn’t overstayed his welco to herself if his absence didn’t i void

Without Cy waiting for her at home after work, the next two days felt mired in irlfriends after he left nant They wanted to know every detail about Cy, bar none, and if he had any identical twins, older or younger brothers, or similarly hot friends She dispensed salacious little tidbits, but otherwise kept their curiosity hungry

Finding the energy to exercise before breakfast, as Cy had done, becay to exercise at all had fled her body after their prolonged weekend, which was co out forCy Race or not, she needed to shake off this funk and getto cause their next weekend together to arrive any sooner, nobetween her legs never left the forefront of her mind

Trixie briefly considered a personal trainer again, but couldn’t think of a single fitness center that she wanted to revisit They were all filled with guys ere either past exploits or friends of her conquests She would rather avoid seeing theain More than a handful had been her personal trainer at one point or another The one-and-one interaction had engendered a casual familiarly, which lead to flirtation, which prompted more intimate sessions of exercise None of them had reacted well to her

cataclysmic release Except for Erik, but he wasn’t really a personal trainer so eant for city-soft civilians anted to be whipped into shape