Working out

Arron glimpsed at the clothing in front of him for a few moments before looking back up at his daughter with a somewhat puzzled look. "You're kidding me, right..."

Sarah shook her head as she turned and helped pack the gym bag he would be taking. "Nope, sorry, that's what you need to wear. It's also the only thing that can hold those puppies in place and give you both the support and the appearance of natural, normal self..."

He picked it up by the strap and then glanced down at his chest. "There is no way, no way, that this is going to be both supportive and protecting. The slightest bounce and these things will fly everywhere!"

"Are you a woman or a man?"

He had to fight the urge to beat his daughter. "You know damn well..."

"Jesus, calm your tits," she muttered and then laughed at the scowl he was sending her way. "Okay, sorry, but you're whining more than anyone I've ever known. These are designed to hold them in, to keep them in place, and to prevent a lot of bouncing. They WILL bounce, especially those heffers you are lugging around, okay? I talked with Uncle Tom, the adhesive we added on last night will have taken hold and they will not fall off or weaken despite how much you sweat so relax..."

Arron stepped out of the car and spotted Cynthia who waved him over. Next to her was a taller woman, maybe 5'10", and though she was not the best looker in the world, there was still no doubt about the effect she would have on people given the way she carried herself. Besides, some people just like that blonde look.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I ran into my friend Brooke here, she works in Accounting, and when she heard that we got you in to the office and wanted to work out, she just had to come."

Arron wasn't sure what to expect but the bubbly, almost airheaded voice of the tall woman next to his coworker was definitely not it. "Oh my god, no kidding, it's great to have other people working out with you. Ever since Samantha took leave, I've just avoided the gym altogether." Brooke offered her hand and Arron shook it warmly. "It's good to see you, though I never got a chance to introduce myself."

"Erin," he muttered, still finding the name a bit off in his ears. "Just started three days ago, really."

Brooke and Cynthia walked with him as they made their way to the Administration Building. From another person's perspective, it looked like two brunettes and a blonde were walking to get some exercise and when they went in, more than a few eyes were watching them. For two of them, they barely noticed a thing and kept moving at a leisurely pace. For the third, if someone looked rather closely, they would've noticed the beads of sweat forming on her head. Was she nervous? Did she seem out of place? Why did she constantly fidget and tug at her sports bra more than once or twice a minute?

After an hour's worth of stretching and light cardio, Arron looked on at his partners who were equally enjoying their time to gossip as well as getting in some decent exercise. He didn't really have a lot to share in the gossip but they invited him in to the chat anyway, taking the chance to explain who the various people they were talking about were and what was going on in both offices. For her part, Brooke was all too eager to share and Cynthia was too eager to listen. Arron, well, knew how to play along with others.

After another half hour, he grabbed a towel and gently wiped his face before slinging the towel around his shoulders. Cynthia was a bit on the winded side of things but still smiled and grabbed a bottle water from the small workout fridge. Brooke looked equal parts ready to run a marathon and to never run again, how she was able to look like that was beyond him. The three of them then proceeded to finish up with a brief stop in the locker room (he, by virtue of having a private office, had his change of clothes there) and then proceeded down out of the building. Before they reached the split in the path, he asked if they could take a picture for his daughter, just to see who he was working out with. They managed to get a passerby to stop and afterwards, he thumbed through the three photos before picking out one and sending it to her with the tag "#morningglow".