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The Joy in the Flirt
As delicious as ever
Yesterday, I went to the gym as I hadn’t been since writing the story about the ass-revealing shorts known as “Scrunch Butt Shorts” on Amazon.
As an aside, I encountered another wearer of these buttcrackers. A young woman, who looked to be about eighteen or so, was checking out her sumptuous bootie in the restroom mirror. For a few seconds, she turned this way and that, and then, she allowed herself one last peek and left. The shorts were hot pink, by the way, like a heat-seeking missile for pervs.
I didn’t stare, I swear. (I was standing right next to her.)
But, I digress. My workout was reasonably intense. I’d already completed two miles on the treadmill before leaving the house and ran/walked an additional mile at the gym, rode three miles on the stationary bike, and then worked my arms on several machines.
Gym time is my time and I love it. Working out never fails to lift my mood, no matter how dark it is going in. It wouldn’t be the same without my music, though. My eclectic collection of tunes is the perfect catalyst to spur me on from machine to machine. I get lost in them.
So. Yesterday, as I went through my circuit, head bopping to World Party’s All Come True, I noticed a…
