"Where's your stuff?"

Bree asked as she sat Jenn down in the locker room, trying desperately not to stare at her vajayjay whose bald lips were parting as she spread her legs.

"Oh shoot!" Jenn smacked her forehead, "it's still in my purse by the treadmill."

"Oh, it's okay!" Bree tossed Jenn a towel to cover her lower half, "I'll run out and get it!"

With that, Bree jogged out for Jenn's belongings that were still on the gym floor.