The Gym

I decided to go to my gym which wasn't a surprise. I was more than a bit addicted to working out. Seriously, I'd spend hours there and go multiple times a day if that wasn't actually detrimental to my fitness goals.

It was a busy time of day for the place and the large two story open area was a riot of motion, people exercising, coming and going, taking classes, socializing. I stopped just inside and thought about what I wanted to do. Should I say some statements to change everyone's behavior in the gym or should I just wander around experimenting with the fact that people seemed to just accept everything I did as okay?

Yea, on the way over I'd confirmed that much. It seemed that if I said something with the word 'normal' in it, then that would become true. And on the bus ride, none of the women I'd touched seemed to mind. I'd started off slow with just the breast fondle but it was easy enough to transition that into full body explorations slowly enough that it was clear no one had a problem with my actions.

Eventually I made my decision.