Itsy Bitsy Spider (Emma Frost #1) by Willow Rose Read Free Book Online Page A

Everybody had to have a video at home and often people would make sure to
have the cover lying out somewhere in the living room when they had guests,
just to be able so remove it blushing slightly with a excuse me, I was just working out earlier today .
It was a prestige, a symbol of status, of being a person who had things under
control and it made a great party subject for a change (instead of the weather
that seemed to have been debated for ages).
    The success lasted all through the nineties when
suddenly people began to find it embarrassing to have the videos and stopped
watching the show on TV. Other fitness gurus came along and tried to do what
The Queen of Fitness had done, but they never had the same kind of success she
had.
    But Irene never seemed to make peace with the
fact that she was no longer popular. She still lived on Fanoe island, where she
had grown up, but now bought a huge mansion much to the island-people's
discussion. She knew she was the talk of the town and she knew what they said
behind her back, but she no longer cared. She had put the old lifestyle behind
her and broken into a new life and she had done it on her own. Irene didn't
need those people anymore, not after ... well not after what they did to her.
She still thought she was famous and she did occasionally have a tourist or two
come up to her in the street and ask her if she wasn't the Queen of Fitness.
    Now she decided to revive her career. Before it
was too late. At sixty-nine years of age she made a new video, targeting the
older audience of course and she was about to release it on DVD. It had been a
long time since Irene Justesen had last felt this excited about anything.
    After her downturn she turned to drinking and
when that didn't help anymore she started popping pills. Years of abuse made
her realize she had been lonely for most of her life and the only time she
could remember being really happy was back in the days when she had been at the
top of her career. Now years later and recently out of the latest rehab, she
was ready for a re-launch of her career. After all people were fatter than ever
out there. They needed her advice more than they ever had.
    Now she was sitting with one of her DVDs in her
hand and couldn't help but shed a small tear. She had to pay for it herself,
the making, the distribution, everything, and it had cost her far more than
what she could afford.
    The front cover showed her in a sports bra,
leggings and her trademark, the pink legwarmers, pink sweat band and pink
lipstick.
    "Still looking great," she mumbled to
herself and considered celebrating with a glass of cherry wine, that she had
always enjoyed drinking. She poured herself a glass and looked in the mirror.
    "You still got it, old girl."

14
2012
    Irene Justesen
was finishing her workout with a team of Nordby's old
ladies who had stuck with her for the last ten months in spite of the general
opinion of Irene on the island and despite the long break while Irene was in
rehab.
    Not that they had become any thinner during
those months, on the contrary, but they liked coming there and it kept them
from the pastries for at least the hour the workout lasted in Irene Justesen's
private gym at her property on the North-West side of the island.
    Most of them thanked her before they went
towards the showers. Irene nodded and thanked them back. They all thought she
did this class out of a loving heart, but the fact was she was almost broke.
She had spent a huge amount of money on rehab the last years and on her latest
DVD. She was in desperate need of money. Her lawyer had told her just last week
that if she didn't start making some money instead of just spending it, she
would lose her estate and the house within a month. Irene assured him her next
DVD would bring all the money she needed, sounding reassuring and certain in
her voice, but feeling the insecure beating of her worried heart underneath the
sweatshirt.
    She was considering opening up for more