Establish The Love Of Fitness With Your Child

“Whatever arrangement you make, Mummy.” Jenny Harper was one of the few outsiders George had occasionally seen as he grew up. She was approximately his age, a stunning, dark-eyed brunette.
“Jenny and her mother are coming to dinner to talk over a marriage settlement.” Speculatively she ran her hand over the tanned, muscle-hard curve of his upper arm. “You’re anxious to have your own woman, aren’t you, George?”
“So I can begin to work for her, Mummy.” That, at least, was the correct answer, if not an honest one.
“And begin taking the compound every day.” His mother smiled. “Oh, I know you wicked boys! Put on your dress trunks tonight. We want Jenny to see you at your best.”
She got up and strode toward the house again. George followed respectfully two paces behind her. As they passed beyond the garden hedge, she saw the old business coupe parked in the delivery court. Her body stiffened in anger. “Why is your father home so early, may I ask?” It was an accusation, rather than a question.
“I don’t know, Mother. I heard my sisters talking in the yard; I think he was taken sick at work[…]”

“His mother had since then bought four other husbands; but, because boys were brought up in rigid isolation, George had known none of them ”

“well. For the same reason, he had no personal friends.
He climbed the narrow stairway to his cubicle. It was already late afternoon, almost time for dinner. He showered and oiled his body carefully, before he put on his dress trunks, briefs made of black silk studded with seed pearls and small diamonds. He was permitted to wear the jewels because his mother’s stockholdings were large enough to make her an Associate Director. His family status gave George a high marriage value and his Adonis physique kicked the asking price still higher. At nineteen he stood more than six feet tall, even without his formal, high-heeled boots. He weighed one hundred and eighty-five, not an ounce of it superfluous fat. His skin was deeply bronzed by the sunlamps in the gym; his eyes were sapphire blue; his crewcut was a platinum blond—thanks to the peroxide wash his mother made him use.
Observing himself critically in the full-length mirror, George knew his mother was justified in asking twenty thousand shares for him. Marriage was an essential part of his own plans; without it revenge was out of his reach. He desperately hoped the deal would be[…]”

Excerpt From: Irving Cox. “Love Story.” iBooks