for
him, showing off the clothes that she had bought that day. She told
him what each piece of clothing was as she spun around: a blue
banded bottom jersey dress, a peach sleeveless knit mini-dress, a
red over the shoulder dress with gored skirt, a black Cami lace
trim top with black nylon leggings and grey plaid miniskirt, a teal
silky halter-style evening dress. She had also purchased a pair of
five inch chunky heel platform sandals and a pair of
metallic-colored t-strap four and a half inch heels. The last part
of the show was the lingerie: several pairs of frilled panties that
despite the name “boy-leg” seemed to have no leg at all and left
her cute ass cheeks hanging out, several pairs of mesh thongs, and
a push up bra with one cup pink and the other sky blue.
“ You should have showed me
this part when I first came home,” said Mike, amazed that he was
already feeling amorous again. “This makes me want to buy you even
more clothes, though it’s a sad commentary when seventeen hundred
bucks only buys you five outfits, two pairs a shoes, and a couple
of pairs of underwear.”
“ I also spent $661.57 on
groceries.”
“ Oh, well, I’m sure we
needed it, but that doesn’t sound like much food.”
“ It will be more than
enough for now,” said Patience. “Would you like an afternoon
snack?”
“ Sure.”
Patience brought out a small plate with
slices of fruit and cheese. Mike ate it all.
“ Is there more?”
“ Save room for dinner,”
Patience called from the kitchen. “You shouldn’t be too full
anyway. I don’t want you to get a stomach ache today at the
gym.”
“ Gym?”
“ Yes,” she said, rejoining
him in the family room and curling up to sit on the floor by his
feet. “We will go right after the news.”
They sat and watched first the local and then
the national news. Patience rested her head on his knee and he ran
his fingers through her thick black hair. It felt like real
hair—like real human hair. She wrapped her left arm around his
calves. Going to the gym was probably a good idea, he decided. If
he was going to keep up with her, he really needed to get into
shape.
At six o’clock, Patience left the room. She
returned a few minutes later wearing sandals and her little jersey
dress. She brought Mike a pair of shorts that he hadn’t seen in so
long he almost didn’t recognize them, along with a sweatshirt. He
changed into them, and then they climbed into the car and drove
four miles to the Club One Fitness Center.
“ I don’t have a
membership,” said Mike.
“ I signed you up on vueTee.
The first month is free.”
“ I think we need hydrogen.”
he said, looking at the fuel gauge.
“ Are you trying to prevent
our trip to the gym?”
“ No, of course not. We just
need, you know…some hydrogen.”
“ We aren’t going very far,”
said Patience. “We have more than enough to last until
tomorrow.”
“ What if you get
hungry?”
Patience shot him a look.
“ We still have enough money
to buy hydrogen, don’t we?” Mike asked.
“ We should use your
Praxair-Aramco credit account.”
“ Is that account still
good? I haven’t used it in a long time.”
Patience nodded.
At the fitness club a blond girl, with the
right side of her hair dyed black, stood chewing gum. Mike gave her
his name and she pulled out a dedicated texTee for him. It was set
up with forms for him to fill out, as well as spaces for him to
keep track of his workouts and progress. As he took it from her,
she looked at him.
“ Didn’t you used to teach
at Midland?”
“ Yes,” Mike replied, not
adding that he still did.
“ I think I was in your
class,” the girl said. “That was a long, long time ago.”
Mike just nodded his head.
“ Is this your daughter?”
asked the cashier, indicating Patience.
“ No…” said Mike. “She’s a
friend.”
The counter girl’s mouth made a little O.
“She’s a robot, eh? You can hardly tell.”
Mike just took the texTee to a