To her workout

Seeing how I was presenting in two days, I thought it best to call my personal trainer, Jack, and ask if he's good to meet up for the afternoon. He answered and said that the afternoon was good and that he'll meet me up. After I made my way there and saw Jack at the entrance, I said, "Hey Jack, just got off."

"Wait, what?" He asked.

"From school, I was saying that I was trying to get school off my mind." I said.

"Oh OK, must have interrupted you. How's your leg?" He asked. We entered the gym and made our way to our area.

"Good, it felt tight in all the right places. It's been doing good since Moanday." I said.

Jack raised his eyebrow as he said, "Moanday?"

I laughed, "Monday, are you feeling alright?"

Jack gave what I guessed to be a nervous laugh as he said, "I'm good. Let's see you try pull-ups."

I groaned as I set myself up. The way how my weight would grind on my arms but if I want to jack -- I mean Jack -- to think I'm doing better, I'd have to put down -- I mean pull -- my weight.

Looking at the bar, I asked, "Can you be a dick and push me?"

"The fuck? Can you be serious for a second and start talking normally?" He yelled. I turned around to see several of the people giving their glances at us.

"What are you dicking about? I am talking norma... oh," I said. That was when I first heard myself and also dicking? I asked, "Have I been talking like this?"

"Yeah, I thought I was going insane." Jack said.

"You, insane? My mouth is probably going on sale, I mean, insane." I said. I sat down on the floor, covering my face.