“I think I’m going to start working out.” You say, looking over your shoulder at yourself in the mirror. “Why?” *He asks, sitting at attention now. “I hate the way that my belly spills over my shorts when I sit down.” You say. “I.. i don’t get it. That’s like, the best part.” He responds taking your hand. “I also don’t like how my thighs jiggle when I walk.” You sigh. “But that’s a good thing. I don’t get it.” He says, holding onto your hips.