The campus fitness centre was another preferred destination. The girls usually unwound there after a long day of classes. Her two-hour per day, five-d...ay a week routine was making Reema a bona fide ‘regular’ at the gym. The current week had been gruelling: four consecutive workouts! She couldn’t recall exactly why she and Cassie had planned it that way. On this, their fourth day in a row, one of the staff members came up and jokingly anointed her a ‘gym rat’. She laughed at the thought: Reema. " So Angie you must feel too hot in those winter weight top & skirt, why don't you take them off. After all we are girls together here - nothing we haven't seen before - right?" "I suppose so." "Ok so you don't feel embarissed we will shed with you. Would that help?" "I wouldn't feel so bad if you all joined me." "Or how about we help each other?" They agreed except for Tracey, who said "But I have only one item of clothing on." "Thats ok we aren't bothered. lol besides Nat's clothing has. . it’s harsh. They’re good at this, Tiff.Is that some actual factual fucking concern I feel hear in your thinker thoughts? Tiff thought, grinning despite the grim news. But she had faith in Sebastian. She knew he wouldn’t break. He wouldn’t bend. He’d survive and she’d rip Mark Hanson’s heart out through his ribcage and toss it to Sebastian as a snack. She grinned a fearl little grin at that thought.Is that some actual factual fucking bloodthirstiness I feelhear in your thinker thoughts?. There was no sign of anyone following me, so I traveled the main streets into downtown. Police headquarters was busy, as usual. That might actually work in my favor today. I really didn’t want to run into Captain Jordan. I was already on his shit list and he would have no qualms about giving me the third degree. I waved to various people I knew as I threaded my way to my desk. My old wooden chair creaked as I sat and the metal spring squealed in protest at my weight. I smiled at the difference.