A Witch and Her Man (Jeff and Gail) Read Online Free Page A
Author: G.E. Stills
clearing his throat and grumbling under his breath about infuriating females.
Gail disappeared down the hall and he passed the time looking at her exercise equipment. A treadmill, climbing machine, rowing machine and a home gym filled the room along with a large exercise mat. A CD player sat on a table in one corner near the mat.
Gail returned a few minutes later wearing a hot pink sports-bra, a black spandex leotard accented with hot pink stars and moons and hot pink tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back and tied in a ponytail.
"This will be a first. I've never exercised in front of an audience before. Marla and I used to exercise together but she was exercising too and... It was just different," she said and became silent for a moment. She stepped to the CD player and made a selection from the storage rack beside it. Moments later, slow paced music filled the room.
"I usually go to the gym myself, but since I'm on duty, that's out. Maybe I'll join you tomorrow if you don't mind." He watched her lithe body go through her routine on the different machines.
"That would be nice," she said, not even breathing hard. "Right now I feel like you're watching my every move."
I AM watching your every move. Pretty good workout, although I think you could do more since you aren't even exerting yourself, judging from your breathing.
An hour later she finished her routine on the machines and was not even sweating. He noticed the air coming from the room vent was almost cold. Gail went to the CD player and put another CD in. She took up station on the exercise mat and waited for the music to start. It started out slow and she danced gracefully to it, stretching her muscles more.
The music changed to a fast beat. One after another fast songs played. "Very impressive," he shouted to be heard over the music.
"Not done yet," she answered loudly and smiled.
He could feel his jaw drop in amazement when the music changed again to an even faster beat. Gail spun, twirled, kicked, leaped and twisted in near frantic motion to the song "She's a Maniac" from the movie Flashdance . The scene from the movie did not hold a candle to the way Gail danced. Her arms and legs were a blur of motion.
After twenty minutes, the music ended and she stopped. Several strands of her hair had come loose from her ponytail and were plastered to her face. She was covered in sweat and panting. "Now I'm definitely impressed. I'm in good shape and I work out a lot, but in comparison, you're the queen of the workout," he quipped.
After taking a big swig from her bottle of water, she told him, "I'm going to take a shower."
Jeff followed her, but stopped in the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch while she disappeared into her bedroom. He turned on the television but paid little attention to what was on. It was more for background noise to block out the faint sound of the shower, though his thoughts would not be deterred. He could picture her agile, naked body standing beneath the stream of hot water, washing off from her amazing workout. He pictured rivulets of soap cascading down over her creamy soft breasts… Keep your mind focused on keeping her alive, Jeff, and not on her attractiveness, he reminded himself.
A short time later, Gail came into the living room wearing a silk black robe that flowed to her ankles. It reminded Jeff of the ones worn as part of a Halloween costume.
"That was a very strenuous workout. You say you do that every day?"
"Every day, although maybe today I worked out just a little bit harder to impress my audience. Not much harder, but maybe a little." She smiled brightly and winked.
"Wow. No wonder you're in such good shape. Why the black robe?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Normally I do Circle, a Wiccan religious ceremony, once a week. I usually do it in the backyard when it's warm outside. When it's cold, like now, I do it in here." She
Gail disappeared down the hall and he passed the time looking at her exercise equipment. A treadmill, climbing machine, rowing machine and a home gym filled the room along with a large exercise mat. A CD player sat on a table in one corner near the mat.
Gail returned a few minutes later wearing a hot pink sports-bra, a black spandex leotard accented with hot pink stars and moons and hot pink tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back and tied in a ponytail.
"This will be a first. I've never exercised in front of an audience before. Marla and I used to exercise together but she was exercising too and... It was just different," she said and became silent for a moment. She stepped to the CD player and made a selection from the storage rack beside it. Moments later, slow paced music filled the room.
"I usually go to the gym myself, but since I'm on duty, that's out. Maybe I'll join you tomorrow if you don't mind." He watched her lithe body go through her routine on the different machines.
"That would be nice," she said, not even breathing hard. "Right now I feel like you're watching my every move."
I AM watching your every move. Pretty good workout, although I think you could do more since you aren't even exerting yourself, judging from your breathing.
An hour later she finished her routine on the machines and was not even sweating. He noticed the air coming from the room vent was almost cold. Gail went to the CD player and put another CD in. She took up station on the exercise mat and waited for the music to start. It started out slow and she danced gracefully to it, stretching her muscles more.
The music changed to a fast beat. One after another fast songs played. "Very impressive," he shouted to be heard over the music.
"Not done yet," she answered loudly and smiled.
He could feel his jaw drop in amazement when the music changed again to an even faster beat. Gail spun, twirled, kicked, leaped and twisted in near frantic motion to the song "She's a Maniac" from the movie Flashdance . The scene from the movie did not hold a candle to the way Gail danced. Her arms and legs were a blur of motion.
After twenty minutes, the music ended and she stopped. Several strands of her hair had come loose from her ponytail and were plastered to her face. She was covered in sweat and panting. "Now I'm definitely impressed. I'm in good shape and I work out a lot, but in comparison, you're the queen of the workout," he quipped.
After taking a big swig from her bottle of water, she told him, "I'm going to take a shower."
Jeff followed her, but stopped in the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch while she disappeared into her bedroom. He turned on the television but paid little attention to what was on. It was more for background noise to block out the faint sound of the shower, though his thoughts would not be deterred. He could picture her agile, naked body standing beneath the stream of hot water, washing off from her amazing workout. He pictured rivulets of soap cascading down over her creamy soft breasts… Keep your mind focused on keeping her alive, Jeff, and not on her attractiveness, he reminded himself.
A short time later, Gail came into the living room wearing a silk black robe that flowed to her ankles. It reminded Jeff of the ones worn as part of a Halloween costume.
"That was a very strenuous workout. You say you do that every day?"
"Every day, although maybe today I worked out just a little bit harder to impress my audience. Not much harder, but maybe a little." She smiled brightly and winked.
"Wow. No wonder you're in such good shape. Why the black robe?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Normally I do Circle, a Wiccan religious ceremony, once a week. I usually do it in the backyard when it's warm outside. When it's cold, like now, I do it in here." She
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