Our eyes met almost instantly as I crossed the threshold. I adjusted the bag on my shoulder and stepped up to the counter to scan my card. I had an inclination that he would be there. This was, had always been, "our place", our rendezvous location.

I avoided looking over at my acquaintance as I went about my routine...it had been some time since we last met, some time since we were in the same room with one another. I felt awkward, unsure of how to act. And let's face it: me being female and all, I was being coy.

I found myself back in his presence inside of a few minutes. I moved forth with leisurely, scuffing steps until we were standing toe to toe. I breathed deeply, inhaling the familiar scent, remembering our old time trysts. Boldly, I made the first move, the first contact, as I stepped even closer.

Over an hour later, I stepped out of a hot shower with a feline grin. I felt rather attractive and confident. I lowered my chin fetchingly and I glanced toward the left as I made my exit, a secret farewell to my paramour. I walked home with a bounce in my step and a sway in my hips. I inflated my lungs as far as my rib cage would allow and exhaled slowly, thrillingly.

I had missed the treadmill so.