I had my chance I choked. I arrived five minutes early my trainer wasn't there she was. She approached me, I tried to flirt. It's been along time. I stared at her intently How are you doing? What a fake question I wanted her to say she was having any type of money troubles and I was ready to pounce. Even worse in my pocket was a piece of paper that I wrote my cellphone number on. I don't know my own number I called my landline myself this morning and copied it down on a mail envelope that had my name and address-- so one side name and address, other side cellphone # it might as well of been a Dr's note! I was too prepared. She has such big eyes. She said she liked my shirt. I knew she would. I wore it on purpose- Just Say It Stoney! SAY IT-- I need a massage-- do you do massage! SAY it... say it... I chicken out.
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