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A New Direction Chapter Seven: Getting Things Done.
Cynthia starts to take charge of things going on in her life, with dramatic results.
“Holy shit,” I said as I got off the treadmill.
“You did a lot better today,” Stephen said as he handed me a water bottle.
“Tell that to my legs,” I responded as my thighs felt like they were on fire.
I didn’t know trying to get into a man’s pants would be so hard.
I had tried everything, low-cut tops, with my boobs spilling out, telling him my bra size, flirting, and none of it worked.
We were still in the friendship phase. All I wanted him to do was fuck me. Was that so hard?
“If you’re serious about toning up, you have to do some cardio,” Stephen reiterated.
What finally got him to take notice of me was asking him to help me lose some weight. I had told a little lie that one of my friends was getting married, and I had seen a dress I wanted to wear, but I wanted to lose some weight first. Not a lot, just some.
It wasn’t a total lie. One of my friends was getting married, and I had seen a dress I liked; losing weight was a lie. I liked being fluffy or chubby, and I had no intention of losing any weight that would…
