More surprises

Jan pulled into her garage, powered down her SUV, and sent Rick to the guest bathroom throwing him a couple of towels he knew she'd gotten from her rag drawer and a ratty bathrobe he suspected might have been his back when he'd lived in this house. Probably also from the rag bag.

"I'm going to work on my kata," she said. "When you're done, come out and find me."

When he'd lived in this house, it had just been home--a normal suburban home for an aspiring couple. After a couple of days living in his car, it looked like paradise. Unfortunately, Jan was no angel and neither was he. The two of them had blown any chances or reconciliation in the last year they'd spent together. In fact, he was a little surprised Jan hadn't laughed over the phone when his sister had called to ask for her help.

The tub flowed red from his blood as he washed himself off and he was surprised at what it revealed. His body had never been terrible but he'd had a bit of a paunch from too much junk food and too much time at the desk. Now that paunch was gone, replaced with a hard flat stomach that didn't show Arnold Schwarzenegger-style washboard muscles but had definite hints of that look. What surprised him even more than his body was the shower itself. The water didn't flow in continual streams, his eyes and mind made out individual drops. On impulse, he reached out and snagged a single drop, darting his hand into the flow and back out so quickly the rest of the drops never reached it.

"bio-DNA to the rescue," he reminded himself. He was so used to marketing bullshit he had a hard time believing that any product could live up to the hype. It wasn't just his eyesight and his body that had improved, however. It was the linkage between his mind and his muscles.

He stayed in the shower longer than he needed to just to be clean but eventually he made himself get out, dried off, and put on the ratty robe. Jan had taken his clothes, presumably to throw them in the washing machine, so he wandered out, halfway hoping he could roust one of Jan's new boyfriends. He wasn't jealous, exactly. He just had a hard time sharing and he'd spent long enough with Jan for him to be uncomfortable seeing her with other men.

No boyfriends appeared however, so he looked out the sliding glass door to Jan's pool area.

Wearing a bikini top and a pair of baggy martial arts pants, Jan was running through a martial arts kata.

He studied her. She hadn't aged in the couple of years since their divorce. She still had a nice pair of tits, not especially large but well shaped and high. She'd still had a little baby fat when he'd dated her but her martial arts training must have taken that off because her waist had slimmed down even more than when they'd been together.

Summer in Texas is hot. Working outside, sweat gathered in her cleavage, trickling down between her breasts and wetting the fabric of the bikini until her nipples showed through.

He opened the door and stepped out. "Mind if I do that form with you?"

"Do not tell me that you started doing martial arts when we split up. I tried to persuade you to go with me for years."

"Nope. But it looks interesting. I'd like to see if I can do it."

She laughed. "This is Bassai. It's a black belt form. You've got to study for years to even begin."

"Okay. Watch me then and tell me what I do wrong."