The Gym
Three times a week I’m in the gym,
keeping my weight and blood pressure
“within safe limits”….I count down twenty
minutes on the treadmill, in groups of
twos…shouting out 18!-16!-14! and
so on …until I reach Zero!
The girls downstairs, on reception were
built for sex…or so it seems, and when I
emerge from my place of torture…I imagine
them all (5)…squashed together with me
naked in the hot showers…it would involve
soap and giggles and skin and hair and the
exchange of pleasantries (and some lies?)…
then as I continue on past reception towards
the changing rooms, it strikes me that this is
unlikely to happen; and anyway, they would
never leave the reception unattended.
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