by Trev Anderson » Tue Oct 02, 2018 6:19 pm
At about that moment the ruckus attracted the attention of a certain loudmouth who had started jogging on a treadmill on the other side of the gym, headphones in and BLARING.
Man, my girlfriend is good at that. And--oh shit that's hot. Wait fuck she's a telepath don't think about tha--
Trev at this point in his gawking stepped on the edge of the tread and tripped, narrowly avoiding falling completely off the machine, instead hanging off the console with a death grip and flailing his legs to get back into a jogging rhythm while he reached for the safety key that no one actually attaches to themselves but they totally should.