Chapter Eight
Laverne completed her last set of incline presses, grimacing up at Joanne, her spotter, and dropping the bar into the rack with a clatter. The steel plates on the ends of bar were the size of train wheels, and the bar thrummed as the weight settled in the rack.
Joanne grinned back, enjoying the sight of Laverne’s sweat pooling in the valley between her pecs and trickling down toward her hard belly. They were both pumped from their workout, high on oxygen, their limbs swollen with blood.
Joanne was a Nordic version of Laverne, a sculpted sss, blond and square jawed, with a dusting of freckles under her eyes and across her hard chest
Laverne sat up, snatching a towel from a nearby bench and mopping her face as she regarded the girl across the room. For a time, Laverne’s vic
