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When he woke again after Claire had gone, he headed for the gym. Claire insisted he stay fiona in shape; "It improves your stamina, darling," she had socalcoedsfiona explained. After lunch he socal was always sleepy and napped in his socal bed, drifting socalcoedsfiona off to soft music. Later, he was free to return to the gym or read or just sit fiona and fantasize about her and reflect on fiona his good fortune to share the bed and socalcoedsfiona body of this most wonderful creature.