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Still calling repeatedly throughout the day, Meredith explains, "I'm giving you these calls because I like to hear your voice. It soothes me."
"You're killing me," he finally lets out lost in a dream.
"I'm not killing you."
___ ___ ___
Monk has started to do some push-up and sit-ups. Only a couple of rounds of twenty each. He was surprised that he could not complete the second round of twenty sit-ups, even though he was content to do only half-sit-ups for many of them. That blob of stomach is a lot to work against.
And he was so happy yesterday to see the scale weigh him below 190, albeit just barely at 189, since he had thought that he would probably never see below 190. Neverthemore, he weighs in at 193 throughout today.
Well, Monk has let his body go for close to twenty years. He knows that he can expect only so much reversal in two months. Yet, he still hopes to trim some of that fat and to tighten and tone what he has.
This is as close to love as Monk has ever known. Or will know.
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Fearing that Meredith was growing cold toward the idea of them having sex, he asks, "Do I still need to go to the clinic?"
"If you want my mouth anywhere near your cock."
Still calling repeatedly throughout the day, Meredith explains, "I'm giving you these calls because I like to hear your voice. It soothes me."
"You're killing me," he finally lets out lost in a dream.
"I'm not killing you."
___ ___ ___
Monk has started to do some push-up and sit-ups. Only a couple of rounds of twenty each. He was surprised that he could not complete the second round of twenty sit-ups, even though he was content to do only half-sit-ups for many of them. That blob of stomach is a lot to work against.
And he was so happy yesterday to see the scale weigh him below 190, albeit just barely at 189, since he had thought that he would probably never see below 190. Neverthemore, he weighs in at 193 throughout today.
Well, Monk has let his body go for close to twenty years. He knows that he can expect only so much reversal in two months. Yet, he still hopes to trim some of that fat and to tighten and tone what he has.
This is as close to love as Monk has ever known. Or will know.
___ ___ ___
Fearing that Meredith was growing cold toward the idea of them having sex, he asks, "Do I still need to go to the clinic?"
"If you want my mouth anywhere near your cock."
