I’m waiting for Sven. I’m showered and on the mat. I’ve had my breakfast of champions and my multi-vits. I didn’t shave my legs, so I’m wearing sweats. What Sven doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, I’m pretty sure he didn’t shave his legs either. I’ve got cross-trainers bunny slippers on my feet and my writer’s cap on. The CD from Lara Croft Tomb Raider is in the player.
Here comes the mat master now. He’s as hawt as I remembered — distractingly so. He just gave me the head-to-toe once over. I think he’s loving those bunny slippers; the size of my writer’s butt, not so much. Uh, oh. He’s flashing the grin that makes my little Sven-sweating heart tremble…..not in a good way.
And, so it begins.
Once upon a time…