262 wivesbehavingbadly

. she sounded hoarse and tierd ." i think "
"you think "
she coughed , a nasty sound ." it is alright ."
nine o'clock . fitness class . i went through the motions. squeeze pelvic floor ( now  they tell you ) . control breathing  contract sitting  bones and  concentrate on hip flexors.  the language and commands issuing  from the lips  of a slender instructor  in gray sweats were familiar . their aim was unreachable perfection . that was how she made her living .
stretch ./ felix bend . along the way to this moment . i had picked up another language , now more  familiar than this  one , which  was chock -full of commands like " wash behind your cats " and " just you  get into the bath ." and "i'll have no more nonsense . " its aim ? to get through the day intact , and to end up with a pair  of fed  and washed boys .
ten-thirty . i  climbed ( naked) into a contraption  that reaembled an iron  boot and was encased in mud up to my neck .it was not not an entirely  pleasurable sensation . an hour later . i was hosed down by another honey blonde  in a white uniform . she directed a stream of water onto my torso . i yelped . it was  ice cold . the girl smiled encouragingly  ." you'tre  doing very well , mrs . lloyd ." her gaze slid over my stomach and hips .
i grabbled a towed and wrapped it round me . used as i was to being naked at the gym . i  had not until this moment appreciated how delightful and desirable modesty was .
after each procedure , the girls in charge - the white uniforms - wrote a report and slid it into the plastic  folder that every client carried around .
one o'clock . wearing dazzling white toweling dressing gowns . gisela and i met for a lunch of french beans and wal nuts in a lemon dressing .