"Sorry mother" Justin said as he righted himself.
Standing at 5'7" and 150lb she cut a mean figure and looks it in her dress uniform
'Must be on her way to the base' you ponder. Margaret Smith is a Major in the Army, though what part she never says.
"I've got a hour to be at base so we better drop you off at home." She said as she turned back to the corridor.
"Oh, you know that muscle formula that I've been planning?" You say quickly.
She turned to look at you with a look of curiosity "Were you able to make it stable this time, you remember that mouse last time."
"Well this time it is stable and with no hassles of the skin being overstressed." You reply matter of factly.
After a few seconds a smile crept onto her face.
Your mother responded
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