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Bloody Disgrace

Posted on July 28, 2007
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She wasn’t just attractive, she was hot. In a way that made the poets among her many suitors bemoan the fact that ‘hot’ was just a three-letter word. She dealt with all the attention like a pro who knew no other state of life. She was always in training and there wasn’t a single person, male or female, that knocked her off her stride. She carried herself with the supreme confidence that is genetically excised from the makeup of the less attractive. She was a goddess and she didn’t care who knew it.

He was one of guys who lived for the days on which she smiled at him. More often than not the ‘smile’ was actually the residue of her actual reaction to someone she knew at the gym they both were members of, but he didn’t care. As far as he was concerned her waning smile was his cue to cut loose with his most brilliant approximation of sunshine on a rainy day. He secretly suspected that she had been slightly scared the first time he smiled at her and he also secretly wondered whether she smiled at him on future occasions because she thought it was the best thing to do in the presence of the crazy guy with the smile that resembled the signature of Batman’s arch-nemesis.

She had recently done something that pissed him off however and he wasn’t sure if he could forgive her. It wasn’t like she’d gone and got herself a boyfriend or anything. As far as he, and all the other red-blooded males in the gym were concerned, she was single and waiting for each of them to make the first move. So it wasn’t that.

Nor was it that she had suddenly taken to wearing baggy clothing that denied them the opportunity to be intimately familiar with her form without ever having undressed her. As far as most guys were concerned the change was imperceptible but then again, he was not just any other guy. He didn’t like the fact that she’d got her nose pierced.

As far as he was concerned it was one of the single most disgusting things a woman could do. Why couldn’t she have simply upped her sexy quotient by piercing her belly button like every other woman? He didn’t care whether the belly button piercing was out or not, he still thought it was way more attractive than walking around looking at what looked like a gold or diamond booger pinned to the outside of a girl’s nose.

When he saw her bearing her brand new adornment for the first time was also the first time he hadn’t made an effort o catch her eye or smile at her. Sometimes they exchanged glances but overall the effect of the nose ring seemed to take spectacularly away from the spandex-clad ass. She might have actually been distressed if she knew, or cared.

And then the day came when they were attempting biceps curls in front of the same mirror, almost shoulder to shoulder with each other. While he was concentrating on picking up the next set of weights he heard a sharp intake of breath and an under-her-breath utterance of the word, “Shit!” He frowned but didn’t look in her direction. After a moment she walked away to stretch and he noticed the red droplet of fluid on the grey tile floor. She walked back to take up position next to him and he noticed that she was sucking on her thumb so naturally he deduced that the digit was the source of the spilt blood.

As he resumed his curls he wondered what kind of injury would cause her thumb to bleed. As far as he could remember she hadn’t slammed her previous weights down so it couldn’t have been that she pinched a section of her skin between weight and rack. And then he made a connection that quickly brought the thought, no, can’t be!

The more he thought of it…

11…12…

The more it was the only thing that made sense…

13…14…

Oh god no…not that!

15!

He slammed his own weights down for the first time in his life and even though she was walking way he had the pleasure of watching her wince.

Fucking hell! She picked her nose!

And then the rest of it fell into place.

And then she sucked her thumb!

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