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The constant gardener

... came to her, I understood why. Turned away from me, her hair tied back in unbelievably thick curls, Mrs. Donnovan worked out, building a healthy amount of sweat in the airconditioned home gym, like a regular gym but better and cleaner and with just Mrs. Donnovan by the heavy black and leather machinery. Something similar to her bathing suit covered her body, leaving as much or as little to the imagination. The ice clinked in my trembling hand, threatening to spill over.

Lifting a weight with her shoulders, I saw the tensions travel down her back and buttocks to her powerful thighs. Looking this good at her age cost money, I knew, but try as I might I couldn't see where she ended and the nip and tuck began. Standing up with the full force of the equipment on her shoulders, she turned her head.

"Put it there", she said. "You have stuff to do, right?"

"Right", I said and hurried over. I should have been more careful, because I failed to see where the rubber mat began, and falling down I spilled the glass of water with ice all over the place. I fell by her feet, looking up at her.

I thought that she would scream, berate me, but she just lowered the weight once more, until I could see her ass and thighs taking it close to my upturned face. Whatever she'd had done to her, her muscles were real.

"You know how much that cost? Lick it up", she said through clenched teeth, as she lifted the weight once again. "You lick it up now, before I'm finished with this."

I ...

... nodded, confused. There were piles of towels on a bench nearby, but she shook her head slightly.

"With your useless mouth", she said. "Now, do as I say."

It was clean in there. Still, I got stuff in my mouth off the rubber mat, things that had got stuck under her sneakers. Maybe from her children. They worked out sometimes. I tasted the grit of it, it dragged against my teeth. The ice I crunched in my mouth, the only thing that made it feel clean, and as I started to get up with the glass in my hand I was content that I had got every drop. She'd never stopped working out, and the heat radiating from her was distracting. "You missed a spot", she said.

"What, where?"

She nodded, jerked her leg, and she was right. Drops ran down her naked shins. But it wasn't water. She knew it wasn't. It was sweat, big wet streaks of it, coming down her legs and body. I gulped.

"You can't mean it?" I whispered.

She didn't answer me immediately. Instead, she focused on her breathing and her excellent form.

"You know how much money separates me from you?"

I shook my head.

"Any guess?" she said. "No? And you know why, because you have no fucking idea what it takes to get here, what sacrifices have to get made. Your own mother, what does she do?"

I could barely get my mouth open. "I am an orphan."

"There", she said, lifting the weight up high. "Sacrifices. And do you believe that she is better off today, without you?"

I couldn't answer.

Her eyes locked me down. "I ...