“Yick,” was her reaction. “And I wanted you to do an extra two miles this morning.”
Instead of two firm hands squeegeeing the thin but tough material of my shorts, an index finger hooked the front elastic waist belt.
“Come. You’ll be too hot in that.”
I followed her tugs back into the men’s locker room. There she took the time to peel down the only garment I was wearing.
“Keep your hands on your head,” she commanded as she stripped me naked, the flimsy but tight material requiring quite the effort to pull down past buttocks and thigh muscles recently thickened with exercise.
“There. Now you’ll be cooler.”
I wore nothing but wrist bands and did not know what to do. As stated, though age 23 my experience with women was quite limited. I had no suave remarks to make, no calm reaction. I
