Gym Rats Looking For Blood
Looking out her cabin hidden by woods Mrs. Jones watched a young and upcoming athlete Annie return from her walk through the timbers. Putting the cup of coffee between her two lips Mrs. Jones reminded herself that the innocent number ten doing exercises on the floor shoplifted on the Internet.
“You look Raggedy Annie,” she watched the well tone body who made one too many immature decisions fall to the ground.
“Smarty!” She yelled for her husband.
And when he came out of the bathroom to button his pants Mrs. Jones turned her head, “She thought she had the option of claiming that elite song was hers,” the luring pout commanded Smarty Jones the committed servant after taking vows at their wedding.
“It was my elite song, Smarty.”
“I know honey,” he came over to give a hug knowing how much she had at stake.
Later in the afternoon after Smarty cleaned the timber trash off the property Mrs. Jones found herself young and restless. To deal with these feelings she followed a guiding light out to the hot springs that were right off an arc on the beginners hiking trail.
Putting her Walk woman on the cassette that had “Nadia’s Theme” was already inserted into the mini tape holder.
Stepping into the soothing wet lands that had a warm greeting Mrs. Jones sat down on one of the underwater natural resources. Closing her eyes, she was finally resting in peace still proud of the body that was taken care of through proper exercise.
A few minutes passed and two kids who had an antique music machine on their shoulders entered the scene. Mrs. Jones was in a dream like state and thought she heard the elite song that made her a fortune from corporate companies who adored the image she presented on National television.
Opening her eyes Mrs. Jones saw the two teenagers above her, “that’s my elite song you have playing.”
“It’s Annie’s song,” the two returned volley in unison.
“Annie’s Song was sung by John Denver,” Mrs. Jones showed her age.
“No this was Annie’s Song,” Charlene repeated.
“You remember the pool deck you put in last spring,” Celia filled in the details, “you remember the check that you cashed thinking you lived on Gold Street.”
“Yeah,” Mrs. Jones used her right hand to block the sun.
“That was Annie’s check when she purchased the rights to buy the song to perform exercises on the floor,” Charlene stated the reason making Mrs. Jones feel a boiling sensation inside.
“Do you know why they called this thing you used to have by your mat a ‘boom’ box?”
Mrs. Jones shook her head in a negative way and when the two retreated from the conversation a desperate scream shrieked followed by Celia noting, “boom.”
When Charlene and Celia reached the end of the hiking trail, they both saw Annie standing by Smarty Jones.
“I am impressed with the three technique that you all used,” Smarty Jones was not upset about the lucrative results.
“Well,” Annie broke down the strategies to the plan, “first we followed her when she was uneven at the bar, then found out how much she had underneath the secret mat,”
“Once we made sure there was nothing in her vault, we made our move,” Charlene and Celia finished exposing the strategy.
“And Boom,” Annie chuckled, “now she is off to the oblong box.”
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