"Ready for our 45 minute run?"

"Forget it..." she managed to reply. "My head is still spinning!" she cried.

"Ooh. Did you drink water in the bathroom, just then?"

"Nope."

A minute later, I was back in her room with a huge glass of water for her. "You're dehydrated... You should know better, miss trainer."

"Pfff..." she said, reaching for the glass.

It was still very dark in her room, but I saw the silhouette of her right breast as she reached for the glass. I pushed my luck "Feel like getting a massage?"

"Oh gods yes! Would you?"

"Of course... You've given me one nearly each morning, all summer...