John was going to town on the punching bag. He heard the men whistling and carrying on. He looked up at the clock and saw it was almost time for the ladies aerobics class to be out. Then he heard a familiar voice behind him “Hey sailor. Are you going to hog the punching bag …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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