A girl, of maybe 18 or 19 years stood on the concrete,
toweling herself off. She smiled, long blonde, but very wet
hair dripping onto the floor. She had the kind of body that
Janice herself had just out of high school, soft, firm, and
nicely shaped. Now, nine years later, she had joined the battle
lines against getting fat. Janice was still in good shape, but
she wanted to be a few pounds lighter, and to loose the small
imperfections around her thighs and hips. The blonde looked at
Janice, not bothering to make any move to cover or shy away from
Janice's eyes.
