No, it's not worth it

The guys are not the kind of men you want to get involved with. Despite this, how important can this angel be. If it would be relevant for you, the FBI agents of your father would have told you. Or will in the next few days. So you focus on your training. The eyes of the two guys almost glue on your body. Either you are really one of the most beautiful girls they ever say or they rarely see any girl at all. Maybe the fact that you are off limits gives them an unhealthy fascination about you.

After an hour you decide that you trained enough. You are sweaty, your muscles burn and the constant ogling of the guys became uncomfortable many minutes ago. You go shower and less than ten seconds under the water you hear the door open and close. One of the guys enters and apologizes. He needs something in his locker and of course it is just a coincidence that he recognized this just now that you are showering.

Disappointed about his predictability you ignore him as best as possible and finish cleaning yourself. When you return to the locker room he is already gone. Maybe he is back training or somewhere rubbing his own dick. You couldn’t care less.

While going through the floor and cool down a little you wonder what to do next. It’s still some time until you should go to bed and you are not sure where to go. Suddenly you hear a muffled sound. Like sobbing. It comes from a door next to you.