Freda Wallenchech was shocked at herself. If you’d have asked her exactly what she was thinking about when she’d walked into the gym, all she would have told you was a good shower after a nice hot workout. Now, she was getting not a shower, but another hot workout.
Her leotard was pulled down around her knees, exposing every voluptuous curve from there up to her head.
“Are you doing ok?” The voice behind her asked.
“Ye-yes. I-I’m fine.” She hissed. She wanted to tell him to stop, to back out, anything to give her some time to get used to what was going on down there.
Down there… her ass.
It had all started out so serenely. She hadn’t even thought that she would go trolling out for anyone. She just wanted to do her usual routine of having her workout; twenty minutes on the treadmill, twenty of aerobics, and then go into some calisthenics. You know muscle training.
She was on the treadmill, getting ready to get off of it, and head into the matted area where most of the ladies partook in aerobics. When she literally bumped into Him.
Jack…
Jack Roberts, her old high school flame.
“So, Freda, Wallenchech, right?” Jack grinned at her with a huge smile upon his face.
At first Freda wasn’t sure what to say to him, she knew that she knew him from somewhere, but for the life of her, she was drawing a blank. Her empty stare gave it all away, and Jack just smiled at her as he took her hand. “Oh come on now, don’t tell me that you don’t remember me?”
She ashamedly shook her head.
“Oh, come on now Freddy, it’s me Jack… Jack Roberts.” He gave her a lopsided grin, and it all came flooding back to her.
“Oh my god, Jack, is it really you?”
“In the flesh.” He held out his arms to her, the same smile upon his face.
“I thought that you were going to go into the Army.”
“I was, shaved my head and everything… little did I know that it wouldn’t bother to grow back.” He laughed. “Not only that, they rejected me because of my knees. Too many blow-outs on the football field, I suppose.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Freda hoped that was the right thing to say, but she wasn’t sure, after all, what does one say to one that they haven’t seen in thirteen years?
They hadn’t seen nor heard from each other since graduation.
So what are you doing tonight? Anything good?”
“No nothing, just going to head back to my apartment.”
“Anyone waiting there for you?” Jack asked, a sly look on his face.
“Just my cat, Bonkers.”
“Do you think Bonkers would mind company?”
Freda smiled at him. “I think that he’d enjoy that very much.”
“Are you finished?” Jack asked, indicating to the workout equipment.
“Yeah.” She said shyly, lowering her head ever so much. What was with her, she never was like this. “And you, what do you do?”
He nodded and picked up the towel that he’d been using on the stationary bike, flipping it around his neck. “I do sales and marketing for a small software company.”
“Do you like?”
“It’s not so bad, it has great perks. Multi-millions in airline miles and the money isn’t something to laugh at either.”
“How far away is your apartment?”
“Not too, fifteen minutes by car. Do you want to shower here or at my place?”
“You’re right it’s not far at all.” Freda paused to think for a minute. “I think that I’d better use the ladies room, if that’s all right with you. You don’t mind, do you?”
Jack laughed; “no not in the least. Let me do the same. I’ll meet you out here in say forty-five?”
“Sounds good.”
The two of them met at the door at nine thirty. Thirty minutes before the club was due to close. “So I’ll drive, you follow?” Freda asked him.
“Sounds good to me. Do you want to make a stop and get something to eat?”
She brightened. “Sure, lets go for it.”
