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.