Edward is in amazing shape. He has the perfect body. At only 22, he is a personal trainer by day and a model by night.

I am so plain compared to him. I just turned 58 and decided it is time to take care of myself. I am only 200 lbs overweight. It shouldn't be that hard to work it off. I am hoping he will be my first boyfriend once he sees how determined I am.

I leave 47 of my cats at home and head to the gym with Mitsy, my favorite.

Edward makes a very difficult fitness plan for me. It is so hard to keep up with. Hard like his chest. Seeing him sweat makes me so hot for him. The fact that he doesn't wear deodorant makes him even sexier. His pheromones call to me like a magnet.

I ask him if I can bottle that scent. He giggles. It makes me gush and ruin my super coverage undergarments.

I tell him that I write the ads for the newspaper. That I can give him free add space if he does something for me.

He says he will do anything for me. That I am his love muffin.

I tell him I want him to teabag me after an intense workout. He says he would love to.

I run his ads for a month and come to collect my reward.

He is the sweatiest I have ever seen him. I can smell him as soon as I walk into the gym.

He comes up to me like he is stalking his prey.

Pushes me down on the weight bench until I am laying flat. Slowly he pulls down his shorts and straddles the bench. He is not wearing anything under them. I gasp in surprise. As my mouth opens, he dips his sweaty dripping balls into my mouth. I taste his manly musk.

After he pulls them out, I sit up looking at him in wonder.

Then I say.

I meant that I like a good cup of tea after a hard workout. But this works too.