Rose Tynan was in her contour chair before the television set.

With an effort, she struggled out of the contour chair.

I slowly rose from the luxurious contour chair.

Rhodan sat down in the contour chair and waited.

His contour chair was similar to her own, but larger, to accommodate his heavier, taller body.

In the very center of the room was a large, low desk with two contour chairs facing it.

She was settled into the appropriate contour chair and the harness buckled about her.

A keyboard projected from one wall with a contour chair in front of it.

Breathing a sigh of relief I leaned back comfortably in my flexible contour chair.

With a groan, I straightened up in my contour chair.