Chapter 8: Sweat and GymWe walked up to the second floor and then along an expansive hallway with two bedrooms to the left, another door to the right. I pushed open the shiny, black third door and presented the gym to him. There were cycles and two weight benches, a pull-up station, barbells galore, and a treadmill: the finest equipment for guests and past boyfriends. Top of the line equipment that was expensive and needed by the young men who found their way into my home and who needed to sweat, stay fit and tight, keeping their healthy and hardened looks.
“You can work out in here whenever you’d like. The door is always unlocked.” I leaned a little too close to Tacoma, arm brushing arm, shoulder touching young shoulder, purposely. “It’s expected of you to at least keep fit. There’s no n
