Another workout

After another half-hour with Mary, Rick headed for the Plano Recreation Center facility Kat had mentioned. He and his fellow workers had always gone on about government incompetence but he had to hope that the city government was at least somewhat incompetent. If their database had updated his recent eviction, they probably wouldn't let him in the gym.

For once, luck was with him. He breezed in, paid the few bucks they demanded for 'local residents,' and headed for the weight machines.

The locals working out didn't have the hard-core fitness buff look most of those those at his former health club cultivated, but there were certainly some attractive females.

A brunette with a pair of tits that had to be a work of art by a plastic surgeon struggled with a fly machine while a redhead with almost no tits at all but a slender figure was working her legs on an adductor machine. He didn't spot any wedding rings but that didn't really address who, other than married or kept women, could afford to work out in the middle of the day... well, that or those like himself who were gainfully unemployed.

Rick had to decide: just work out, maximizing his fitness so he could develop the looks he needed, or continue to practice his new sensitivity. And if the later, should he go after the flat redhead or the falsly curved brunette?