When I arrived at Luke's place for our next training session, Lyle again greeted me wearing tailored violet pants and a paisley button down with a hot pink bow tie.
“Hello, honey. Come." He motioned me in as if he was in a hurry. “You really need to get Luke slimming down some more," he said in a hushed tone. Luke strode into the foyer area wearing a suit that was a little too tight in the chest, the pants oddly hugging his thighs. “Next," Lyle said and pointed back toward the hallway. Luke turned and marched back in the direction he came from.
“And, honey, you need some new clothes yourself." He looked me over and pointed at me from head to toe. “I know someone at Couture Athletica who can get you some things.
“I'm just the trainer. I just need something to work out in." I protested, l
