The first week's end

The next morning pretty much continued as status quo with Molly getting up early off to work and Paul rolling out and staying caught up on his contract work.

Getting another delivery, Paul brought the box in and left it next to his workout area while he finished up his work.

Opening up the box, he found a couple of purple shirts that looked something like wife beaters that crossed in the back. They didn’t seem too bad, so he figure he’d try that for today. Below that he found some track pants that looked the same hue of the shirts. They didn’t look too bad, but wouldn’t help tomorrow.

Below the pants were several very short, loose shorts. Looking at them it looked like those things old guys wore for power walking or something. Only one pair were the same deep purple as the shirts, but the others.... it looked like another powder blue, a pale yellow, and what could only be described as baby pink.

However, the shorts were quickly forgotten with what he found beneath them. There had to be at least a half dozen, shiny, stretchy, sparkly thongs at the bottom of the box. To even add insult to injury the colors were all bright neon too. Apparently almost every color of the rainbow: purple, blue, gold, red, orange, and a disturbing pink.

With Paul sitting there aghast, Bill connected up and saw him looking perplexed and not ready for the workout.

“Hey, Paul! Glad to see the box got there! I was afraid it wouldn’t get there in time; most things were listed for Monday delivery so I had to pick and choose.”

Paul turned slowly to Bill, and practically yelled, “pick and choose?!? Pick and fucking choose??? You chose this shit?? I’m not tarting myself up for you!!! I’m trying to do this for a special event not some fucking toy for you!!!”

“What the fuck, Paul??? I got you fucking outfits for tomorrow and work out equipment.”

Holding up some offending under, “Fucking thongs?!? You were going to get jock straps; I’m not looking to wear a bunch of panties for you!”

“Dude! Those body builder thongs!! Banaha hammocks if you wanna call them that! Almost all the body builders here wear those specially for competitions!! Notice the large fucking pouch in front. The colors may be a little loud, but that 6-pack was the only thing to get to you in time and the jock straps wouldn’t been in for a couple months. So ya, that’s what I fucking got for you, ass hole!!! Its not like you gave me a ton of time to find a fix for you. If you’re gonna keep this attitude you can forget this crap and I'll tell Molly just to cancel all this crap cause you can’t handle shit & just failing *again*.”

Looking back at them, Paul could see the distinct pouch in the front of the underwear and finally noticed the Adonis-like model on the outside of the package.

Swallowing a bit of his pride, Paul visibly swallowed, “I’m sorry, Bill, I had just opened the package and this was not what I was expecting. I guess I was just a bit surprised.”

Raising an eyebrow Bill raised his eyebrow at him, “I’m not sure you’re taking this seriously and that tone was anything but respectful.”

Closing his eyes and taking several long calming breaths, Paul tried to calm himself and keep from throwing up, “Trainer Bill, I’m sorry I snapped and doubted your intension of orders. I understand the selection and I thank you for helping me out.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help. Now I think we’ve wasted enough time. Grab a hammock & one of the bike shorts, go get dressed, come back to start, and we can forget this little outburst.”

Paul grabbed the orange set, one of the purple tank tops, and headed to get changed grabbing his sandals on the way.

Coming back in, he took another deep breath and got down in the opening stretch position focusing on he’s knees trying to avoid looking at Bill.

“Hi, Paul! Glad you could make it. Had a good day? Get the package?”

Getting the focus of ‘forget the outburst’, he figured he should play along, “Hi, Trainer Bill. Its going okay, and yes I got the package. Thank you for ordering the items.”

“Great! Excellent! Glad to hear!! Now, let’s get through our routine.”

Bill ran Paul through all the stretching and then took him through the pacing exercises.

“Hrmm. Paul, that shirt is kind of long; its hard to see what your legs are doing.”

The shirt was so long it almost came down to mid-thigh. “Oh, sorry, Trainer Bill. Sorry, I can hold it up.”

“No, that’s not going to work either. I need your hands to be free flowing to make sure get this right; can’t have you getting used to grabbing your shirt.”

Paul chuckled a bit at that visualization.

“Oh! I know, do you know how to tie a knot in the end of shirt?”

“A knot? What?”

Raising his eyebrow at me.

“Sorry, a what, Trainer Bill?”

“At the bottom of your shirt? To hold it in place. Here follow my lead: rollup the hem of your shirt to line up with your waist and pull the excess diameter into a single strand, and give it a little twist like threading two ropes together.”

Paul tried to do it and looked at Bill for confimration.

“Perfect! Now keeping it in a strand like that, twist it into a loop and thread the end through the loop like a box knot.”

Paul continued on looking back for reassurance.

“Great! Now tighten the knot and let go.”

Paul let go and the hem of his shirt and safely stayed at his waist.

“Exactly, now spin around!”

Paul spun in place and the shirt stayed put tightly at his tummy, while Bill admired the clear view of his lower extremities.

“Great, now continue your practice paces.”

Paul continued his strides back and forth across the room while Bill tried to follow through the camera.

“K, thanks, Paul, that’s enough paces for now.”

Thankful, Paul replied, “Thank you, Trainer Bill.”

“I’m having a hard time following you as you go from one side of the room to the other, so I’m going to get another camera to follow your motion and see if it can get to your place next week. Also, do ya’ll still have the treadmill?”

“Ya, in the garage, Trainer Bill.”

“Ya?”

“Sorry, Trainer Bill. Yes, we have a treadmill in the garage.”

“Perfect! See if you could get it in here by Monday. Make it line up with the cameras facing it from behind. That would make it easier to follow your walking if you can practice paces without having to go anywhere. Well good luck with the tanning, see you tom...”

Breaking in as he saw Bills finger moving to the screen before he could just cut things off again, Paul wanted to try and give him some of his own “formal” medicine. “Uh, Trainer Bill.”

“Yes, Paul.” Bill stopped with his finger moving forward.

“Well, I was thinking... Trainer Bill. You want me to respect this as a formal process, but its feeling like you just drop things at the end without me even saying ‘bye’ or anything. Just suddenly your gone and it seems rather abrupt.”

“You know, you’re right. It has been rather informal. Tell you want, lets mirror out the session. At the end of the session, lets have you go back to the start position for semitry to the cycle. I will wait for you to get set, I can then give you any final thoughts, tell you good bye, and I’ll wait for you to respond before I disconnect. That way there’s an even give and take.”

Not exactly what Paul was going for but at least he wasn’t just going to keep barking orders and disappear. “Sure, sounds good.”

Bill looked at him with wide exhapoiration.

“Sorry, yes, that sounds good, Trainer Bill.”

“Good then lets go ahead & close out this session and return to the beginning.”

Paul slid back down to he’s knees noticing his legs were oddly further out than they’d ever been almost mesmerized by them he barely heard Bill respond.

“Well, good luck tomorrow, Paul, and we’ll meet up Monday. Tried to get the treadmill if you can. Bye.”

Distant almost perplexed by his own legs that must have loosened up just from exercises earlier, “Bye, Trainer Bill”

Bill was a little taken back by the distant, almost whispered response, but hung up the line.

Paul picked himself up off the floor and put his new fitness clothes back in the box before going for a shower and change of clothes as he starts dinner.

Molly came home absolutely exhausted and was happy that Paul wasn’t overly amorous and was glad to get some rest for her girls' day out with Katie tomorrow.