I’m not a slut, I swear. I’ve only ever had sex with two guys, both which were my boyfriends at the time. So what I did tonight is … well, not reflective of my character. I need to properly explain — I need to start at the beginning.
I’m a regular at this gym that’s got this boring name — Bob’s Gym isn’t the name, but it’s what I’m going to call it. It’s in an industrial part of town, in an unassuming office park, with a quite that give them more space than they know what to do with. Beyond the large main gym area, it’s got rooms stretching back into the building full of workout machines, dance studios, additional weight-training gear, and I don’t know what else. Most of the regulars are office workers, which makes sense given the location, and I’m one of the few college-age girls I see there. I get the occasional glance from a guy — who doesn’t? — but the people there mostly keep to themselves and stay respectful.