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Closing Time at the Gym It was a typical Thursday night at the gym. I’d arrived, as usual, at about 6:00 p.m., and by 8:00 p.m. I was the only one left in the weight room. I was usually the last guy to leave. I knew that there were a few people still in other parts of the building, like the pool and the tennis courts, but the fitness area was all mine, which is just how I like it. At about 8:30, a half hour before closing, I was on an exercise bike, pedaling furiously and enjoying the endorphin rush. I always started with a couple of hours of weight training, then finished up with about forty five minutes of aerobics. I still had about ten minutes to go when the door on the opposite side of the room opened, and a young woman entered. I recognized her as the person who had been at the mai