of this week.
I concentrated on my other passion, MMA! I began to get my class structure underway, on the Monday night, and all three guys were determined to launch into action.
Silas is a God damned machine. His knowledge of MMA through watching it has meant that he gets the holds and positions I’m explaining to him extremely quickly.
By the time 10:00pm came around on Monday night, all the boys were determined to keep me back and discuss kicks and movements; better ways to grapple and moves to detach from a hold.
On Wednesday afternoon, I’m at the gym early, hoping to see her, but expecting I won’t. I run on the treadmill we both prefer, and I’m going over my methods for teaching the guys tonight, when I smell her walk past me.
Yep , I smell her because I’m looking at my feet and too trapped in my own thoughts when she comes in to see her. She smells like the hospital! But underlying that is her own scent, kind of a woodland smell, like the scent of oncoming rain; one that I really, really want to smell without the other antiseptic aroma.
Jade.
His head snaps up. I assume he saw my feet walk past, but now I’m already showing him my back and placing my water bottle in the corner treadmill’s holder, while throwing my towel over the rail; so I can’t see his expression.
“Red! It’s so good to see your arse again. I was missing the sight of it!” he praises in greeting.
“Go to hell!” I reply. He chuckles.
I hop up on the treadmill and begin punching in my speed and begin my jog. I risk a glance at him, he’s grinning and staring at me.
“Oh Red , you do miss me when we’re apart!” He begins, “I can see your desire burning in your eyes.” He says, barely suffering from his run and being able to maintain his talking torment.
“If by desire you mean my need to see you fall on your face and break your nose , then you’re right!” I reply impolitely.
“I realise your need to look after me, and therefore your desire to have a reason; but actually I’m not desperate to do that . I’m happy for you to show me your affection in less painful ways!” he throws at me with one of his shit-eating grins.
“I’m still waiting for you to show up on a bed at my work , what happened to getting hit by a truck?” I ask.
“I tried, but I’m just too nice . Nobody wanted to hurt me!” he explains with a pout.
“You are such a pussy! You have like, the dumbest, fucked up, and retarded ways of talking to women... I think I have ever known!” I argue. “How’s that working for you out there in the real world?” I ask snidely.
“I don’t need to talk to them normally, I can get laid fairly easily. It’s you that I have to woo with this ritual of fucked up banter!” he explains, smiling crookedly.
“We’ll I’ve gotta tell ya , you’re fucking losing your touch, because I seriously can’t stomach the idea of your cock getting anywhere near me!” I reply.
“You haven’t even seen my cock ; how do you know if you want it near you or not?” he laughs.
That almost has me laughing , seriously, but I can hold back the laugh and compose myself... barely. I channel my inner bitch.
“Send me a picture; I’ll put it with all the other cocks I collect!” I growl.
That nearly has him falling off the treadmill, but he regains his stride.
“Damn, if that’s an invitation, I’ll just cut to the chase and you can follow me into the locker room and take a picture of it yourself with your phone!” he says, looking a little hopeful.
“No way , like I said, not going near your cock!” I reason.
“Why? Because if I show you mine, you’ll be obligated to show me yours?” he chimes.
“Ben, when hell freezes over!” I answer.
Ben’s face lights up, “So there’s a chance? And you do like me!” he says happily.
“Um, no... no chance... and no, I don’t like you!” I point out to him.
“Yes you do!” He argues.
“In your dreams.”
I concentrated on my other passion, MMA! I began to get my class structure underway, on the Monday night, and all three guys were determined to launch into action.
Silas is a God damned machine. His knowledge of MMA through watching it has meant that he gets the holds and positions I’m explaining to him extremely quickly.
By the time 10:00pm came around on Monday night, all the boys were determined to keep me back and discuss kicks and movements; better ways to grapple and moves to detach from a hold.
On Wednesday afternoon, I’m at the gym early, hoping to see her, but expecting I won’t. I run on the treadmill we both prefer, and I’m going over my methods for teaching the guys tonight, when I smell her walk past me.
Yep , I smell her because I’m looking at my feet and too trapped in my own thoughts when she comes in to see her. She smells like the hospital! But underlying that is her own scent, kind of a woodland smell, like the scent of oncoming rain; one that I really, really want to smell without the other antiseptic aroma.
Jade.
His head snaps up. I assume he saw my feet walk past, but now I’m already showing him my back and placing my water bottle in the corner treadmill’s holder, while throwing my towel over the rail; so I can’t see his expression.
“Red! It’s so good to see your arse again. I was missing the sight of it!” he praises in greeting.
“Go to hell!” I reply. He chuckles.
I hop up on the treadmill and begin punching in my speed and begin my jog. I risk a glance at him, he’s grinning and staring at me.
“Oh Red , you do miss me when we’re apart!” He begins, “I can see your desire burning in your eyes.” He says, barely suffering from his run and being able to maintain his talking torment.
“If by desire you mean my need to see you fall on your face and break your nose , then you’re right!” I reply impolitely.
“I realise your need to look after me, and therefore your desire to have a reason; but actually I’m not desperate to do that . I’m happy for you to show me your affection in less painful ways!” he throws at me with one of his shit-eating grins.
“I’m still waiting for you to show up on a bed at my work , what happened to getting hit by a truck?” I ask.
“I tried, but I’m just too nice . Nobody wanted to hurt me!” he explains with a pout.
“You are such a pussy! You have like, the dumbest, fucked up, and retarded ways of talking to women... I think I have ever known!” I argue. “How’s that working for you out there in the real world?” I ask snidely.
“I don’t need to talk to them normally, I can get laid fairly easily. It’s you that I have to woo with this ritual of fucked up banter!” he explains, smiling crookedly.
“We’ll I’ve gotta tell ya , you’re fucking losing your touch, because I seriously can’t stomach the idea of your cock getting anywhere near me!” I reply.
“You haven’t even seen my cock ; how do you know if you want it near you or not?” he laughs.
That almost has me laughing , seriously, but I can hold back the laugh and compose myself... barely. I channel my inner bitch.
“Send me a picture; I’ll put it with all the other cocks I collect!” I growl.
That nearly has him falling off the treadmill, but he regains his stride.
“Damn, if that’s an invitation, I’ll just cut to the chase and you can follow me into the locker room and take a picture of it yourself with your phone!” he says, looking a little hopeful.
“No way , like I said, not going near your cock!” I reason.
“Why? Because if I show you mine, you’ll be obligated to show me yours?” he chimes.
“Ben, when hell freezes over!” I answer.
Ben’s face lights up, “So there’s a chance? And you do like me!” he says happily.
“Um, no... no chance... and no, I don’t like you!” I point out to him.
“Yes you do!” He argues.
“In your dreams.”
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