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We continue with the Locktober dynamics…
This morning I had breakfast with my wife at the café before taking her to the gym. Over coffee, she told me that she had changed personal trainers. The girl she used to train with had moved to another gym, and yesterday she was assigned a new trainer, a muscular guy taller than me (I’m 6’1″) with ebony skin… a type my wife adores… The guy’s name is Jammal, and today will be her first session with him.
I couldn’t quite understand why we had to get up early to go to the gym, since my wife usually went in the afternoons while I made lunch for the next day, but today she was particularly keen to go in the morning. According to her, Jammal told her it was the best time because the machines would be free to evaluate the positions she used in her training.
So, about an hour ago, I dropped my wife off at the gym, wearing a sports crop top and leggings. Of course, as usual, she wasn’t wearing a bra, which she considered normal when she used to train with her old instructor. The only thing I know about her is a message with a photo at the gym saying, “Jammal was right, there’s no one at the gym, just the two of us!”
It’s been almost 40 minutes since the message. Normally, it takes my wife an hour to do her gym session, but I’m still here waiting in the car to pick her up…