My name is Jill. Presently I am forty-five years old. I am kind of tall at 5'9"and I weigh 140 lbs. I am not a small woman but not excessively large either. The weight on my body is well proportion and it is muscle not fat. My breasts are C cup with the sag one would expect for a woman my age (but they really look great inside a bra that pushes everything up!). My stomach is essentially flat with a hint of a six pack. My hips are just about an inch wider than my shoulders. They lead into some solid well shaped thighs and calves. I also possess a prominent tightly muscular ass. My arms are well defined and somewhat muscular. I am a red head and therefore have the typical pale skin with a smattering of freckles. My red hair comes down to just below my shoulders.
I married at the age of twenty-five. The marriage lasted only two turbulent years. There were problems with us being able to just get along. Each one of us wanted to be in control of the marriage. The same type of problems existed in our sex life as well. The sex was frustrating and therefore not enjoyable. That turned me off sexually. Fortunately, the marriage did not produce any children as I was having difficulty conceiving. My doctor told for me that to get pregnant; it would take a very concerted effort on my part without which I most likely will never conceive. I never remarried and seldom dated.
Went I was in my late thirties, I noticed my fit body was beginning to show signs of softening and losing muscle tone. I was always proud of natural level of fitness that my body had. So, I decided to, for the first time in my life, to start a regiment of physical training. That resulted in my getting a gym membership. At the gym, I was assigned a physical trainer, Bill. He developed a series of free weight lifts and running on the stationary bikes that not only stopped the deterioration of my body but firmed and added more muscle to it.
After a year under Bill's guidance, Bill came up with the idea of celebrating my accomplishment by giving me something that would depict the end results of all our work together. It would also serve as an inspiration to for me to continue working out. He talked me into letting him take nude picture of my body that would capture my true physical fitness. He also suggested, that to show the development of my lower stomach, that I completely shave my mid body, vagina and anal regions.
I felt so proud of myself, that I agreed to his suggestion under the condition that the picture would be taken with my camera only. I would then decide whether to have a print made of the picture.
We took the picture of me standing slightly sideways to the camera which gave a great view of my tight hips and the firmness of the muscles in my legs. The pose showed off the muscles in my arms by having both of my arms raised with my hands toward the back of my head.
Two things occurred because of that picture being taken: one, a print of that picture now hangs over the head board of my bed; and two I have never allowed hair to regrow in my mid body. That actually fitted my body since otherwise, I have very little body hair.
The major joy in my life has come from helping to raise my nephew Robert, the son of my only sibling Julie. Julie was a single mother (she conceived during stint of one-night stands and was not sure who the father was). Raising a boy without a father turned into a very difficult task for Julie and I. Robert was constantly getting into trouble. When he did, he would always come running to me asking me for help and promising to correct his behavior. Since I could not have a child, I poured all my love into him and as a result spoiled him.
Career wise, my life was fairly successful. Being a single lady who was seldom involved with a male, I had plenty of time and energy to devote to my career. I was, at forty-five, midway up the corporate ladder. I have a home in a very nice neighborhood.
Robert spent the last two years of high school and his first year of college living with me. Later he then moved out on his own and got into trouble with the law on two occasions. Living in California, he had to be careful of the three strikes rule. So, I brought him back to live with me. It has been rough trying to keep him out of trouble. Ten months ago, nearing the end of winter, the shit hit the fan.
It was a very late Friday night at work. I left the office at around 10:00pm. At that time of night, it takes about 40 minutes to drive home. I had just driven into my driveway when I saw my neighbor Tom (who was in his night clothes) dragging Robert into his house. I immediately ran over to his house and walked into the open front door. There in the living room I saw Tom strike Robert knocking him to the floor. Tom then said to Robert, "You have done it now, I am calling the police." I yell at Tom, "What is going on here and why are you going to call the police?" Tom looked at me and slowly put the phone down.
"I am sorry Jill. I came downstairs to investigate a noise I heard in the living room. I saw Robert removing my TV from my wall. I called out to him and he ran out of the house on to the lawn. I ran after him, caught him and after a brief fight, brought him back into my house so I could call the police. Robert attempted to run out again, so I had to hit to make him stay here." Tom, even though he is 50 years old, is a solidly built athletic male who can clearly take care of himself.
Realizing that if Tom did call the police, Robert could potentially end up in prison for the rest of his life. I said to Tom, "Tom please stop and let talk this over. You do not need to call the police."
Tom replied, "Sorry Jill. You and I have talked about the problems Robert has created for himself and for you. He doesn't listen to you and now he has broken into my house. I am your neighbor. That proves that he is now a harden criminal. For the sake of this neighborhood he has to be made to pay for this crime by being arrested and put into jail."
I became hysterical and went up to Tom grabbed him by the arm and said, "Tom I am begging you do not call the police. You know that Robert is my heart. Do not do this to him and to me. I will pay for all of the damaged he has done to your home."
"Jill the damage to my home is not really the issue here. Robert cannot be trusted. In a short time, he probably break into another neighbor's home and that time someone might be seriously hurt. If that happen, the blame would be on me. Sorry but I do not want something like that on my conscious. "
Frantically thinking, I came up with an idea. "Tom if you do not call the police, I will arrange to send Robert to his cousin ranch in Utah. A year ago, I had talked to him about Robert and he made an offer to help by having Robert live with him. I will take him up on his offer and tomorrow I will take Robert there."