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SHORTY
MY NAME IS ALAN BELTZAC. This is a true event. I am a six foot, six inch, 200 pound man. I am a twenty-five year old rookie attorney, working in a firm, in southern Alabama. In both high school and college I played football. I have to keep working out in order to stay fit. I have belonged to a gym for years. It is Gold's Gym and it happens to be men and women's and it has showers.
I met her there, while spinning. She is very beautiful, tall athletic, long legged, with gorgeous black hair. Her eyes are the most appealing turquoise color I have ever seen. One day we were on treadmills we were conversing about our lives, and dreams, for them. My friend Pat walked past. "How's it doing Shorty," he shouted.
"Not bad Patty," I shot back. "See you back at the office."
"Later, mate", he quipped walking out the door.
"Why did he call you Shorty?" She asked me. "Is it sarcasm because of your height?"
"No", I spoke quietly. "It's just a nickname, no real reason.
"No reason at all?"
"No, none, whatsoever," I assured her.
A couple weeks later I was in the locker room, in nothing but a towel when she walked in. "I'm just going into the shower, when I am done let's go for coffee okay."
"Sure," she retorted. "Just let me know when."
As I turned to walk away Patrick came into the room and snatched my towel. She stared straight at my midriff, right at, me, if you catch my meaning. Her eyes seemed to search every inch of my d_ _ _k, uh, manhood, as though memorizing every detail. In a matter of a heart-beat I had the towel back around me, though it seemed hours.
When I rounded the corner I heard her laugh. "Shorty, oh now, I get it!!!"
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MY NAME IS ALAN BELTZAC. This is a true event. I am a six foot, six inch, 200 pound man. I am a twenty-five year old rookie attorney, working in a firm, in southern Alabama. In both high school and college I played football. I have to keep working out in order to stay fit. I have belonged to a gym for years. It is Gold's Gym and it happens to be men and women's and it has showers.
I met her there, while spinning. She is very beautiful, tall athletic, long legged, with gorgeous black hair. Her eyes are the most appealing turquoise color I have ever seen. One day we were on treadmills we were conversing about our lives, and dreams, for them. My friend Pat walked past. "How's it doing Shorty," he shouted.
"Not bad Patty," I shot back. "See you back at the office."
"Later, mate", he quipped walking out the door.
"Why did he call you Shorty?" She asked me. "Is it sarcasm because of your height?"
"No", I spoke quietly. "It's just a nickname, no real reason.
"No reason at all?"
"No, none, whatsoever," I assured her.
A couple weeks later I was in the locker room, in nothing but a towel when she walked in. "I'm just going into the shower, when I am done let's go for coffee okay."
"Sure," she retorted. "Just let me know when."
As I turned to walk away Patrick came into the room and snatched my towel. She stared straight at my midriff, right at, me, if you catch my meaning. Her eyes seemed to search every inch of my d_ _ _k, uh, manhood, as though memorizing every detail. In a matter of a heart-beat I had the towel back around me, though it seemed hours.
When I rounded the corner I heard her laugh. "Shorty, oh now, I get it!!!"
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