The summer seems to fly by as we work out, take care of Jackson and make what seems like endless love. At the end of summer I am ready to go back to work, but Jarrod and I have to figure out arrangements for Jackson during our work hrs.

"Would you consider putting Jackson in daycare just during our working hrs or should we see if we could stagger our schedule a bit if possible." I ask Jarrod questioningly.

Jarrod suggests we take him to work with us until he is bigger and can start public school. It would actually be a staggered schedule Jarrod letting him play with his instruments while I worked and I watching him while he had a concert or class.

"Ok. I'm willing to give it a try. As long as we can still get our work done and he doesn't get bored." I say agreeing.

The first days of both of us working (and almost four months of going to the gym together), we go to the gym one still warm morning (as autumn has still not settled), we both choose to wear shorts, as we work out, one next to the other (in adjacent machines), after a couple of machines, we go to work our quads in the leg extension machines, when, as I admire Camilla's sexy thigh muscles defining with each extension, all of a sudden, a prankster (a young guy between 18-21) as if waiting the perfect moment in which Camilla's thighs are the most relaxed possible (the relaxed phase of the exercise) gives her quads a firm pat. (Does Camilla’s muscles resist the impact without jiggling, do they give in and jiggle with the impact? does Camilla choose to flex her muscles to try to prevent them from jiggling, does she keep them relaxed, not caring if they jiggle or resist firmly or does she not have time to react?)

Jarrod and I head to the gym as usual on the morning before I finally start back at work. It is a very warm day and we are both in shorts. I am working out my quads when a young boy no more than 21 comes running by gives my quads a firm pat and runs away surprising me so much I don't have time to resist, rather jiggling along with the impact.

I wonder what is running through Jarrod's mind as this is all happening. I'm still not sure what to make of it.

As I am in the machine next to her, I clearly see her quads jiggling with the impact. I half serious, half teasing say with an expressionless face: “And I thought your sexy thighs only jiggled just for me, I guess you still haven’t regained your muscle reflexes…” I stop mid sentence, thinking on all the possibilities and ways to approach the situation, especially in the immediate reaction, since there is not much time to think.