| General Fiction posted October 19, 2017 |
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Mitchell has a problem with a member.
Fitness Center
by pbomar1115
At the gym, Mitchell had a squabble with a balding bodybuilder. As he dismounted the stationary bike breathing heavily, the bodybuilder stared as he passed by.
Mitchell ignored it and then moved to the treadmill. Sweat slid down his neck, side, and back as his feet pounded the floor of the machine. He took a swig of water from the bottle in the cup holder.
The balding bodybuilder yelled, "I have never seen anyone work so pitifully in years. What a piece of work."
Mitchell looked around and saw the brute at the foot of the treadmill. He stepped down off the treadmill and stood speechless as he faced baldy.
The brawny beast snarled, "What are you going to do little man?"
Mitchell flipped his head back, he ran his hand through his hair and barked, " Back off, Dirtbag."
The balding bodybuilder's eyes squeezed shut as he darted away.
At the gym, Mitchell had a squabble with a balding bodybuilder. As he dismounted the stationary bike breathing heavily, the bodybuilder stared as he passed by.
Mitchell ignored it and then moved to the treadmill. Sweat slid down his neck, side, and back as his feet pounded the floor of the machine. He took a swig of water from the bottle in the cup holder.
The balding bodybuilder yelled, "I have never seen anyone work so pitifully in years. What a piece of work."
Mitchell looked around and saw the brute at the foot of the treadmill. He stepped down off the treadmill and stood speechless as he faced baldy.
The brawny beast snarled, "What are you going to do little man?"
Mitchell flipped his head back, he ran his hand through his hair and barked, " Back off, Dirtbag."
The balding bodybuilder's eyes squeezed shut as he darted away.
Mitchell ignored it and then moved to the treadmill. Sweat slid down his neck, side, and back as his feet pounded the floor of the machine. He took a swig of water from the bottle in the cup holder.
The balding bodybuilder yelled, "I have never seen anyone work so pitifully in years. What a piece of work."
Mitchell looked around and saw the brute at the foot of the treadmill. He stepped down off the treadmill and stood speechless as he faced baldy.
The brawny beast snarled, "What are you going to do little man?"
Mitchell flipped his head back, he ran his hand through his hair and barked, " Back off, Dirtbag."
The balding bodybuilder's eyes squeezed shut as he darted away.
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