Post by summer on Feb 9, 2011 2:22:38 GMT -5
Summer Rayan, may be slightly concited but she loved her figure and pushing it to the limit. The girl had to constantly work out with some of the stuff she ate sometimes which did not bother her one bit considering she loved to sweat it all out. Stress got relieved that way. She was never high when working out. She knew she'd hurt herself or someone else if she was. The truth was while she did a lot of things where she didn't give a fuck she wanted to stay under the radar. One day she'd do something to change that, but currently the less she was noticed well to a certain extent she was rather alright with that.
Right now, she was taking out all her weekly agressions out on the punching bag. The girl had been taught how to throw some hooks. She thought being able to fight was hot. She wasnt talking the whole slap pull hair fest either. When she fought she liked it dirty. Once she was done she looked around not really noiticing anyone she took off her sweatshirt an folded it putting it with her bag. Then she put one head phone in and started the treadmill and began with a jog.
The girl began to sing as she picked up the pace. She was kind of feelin' down on her luck today usually there was some cuties in here. Some guy attempting to get ripped or some girl with a trim figure. Once she saw someone and how they looked when they were sweatie she would make it a point to run into them again and corrupt them for their body. The girl was in here for her pill poppin' problem but sex and using people was amazing. She could see herself being diagnosed as a sex addict when she was an adult.
The girl got off the machine after a decent amount of time and looked in the mirror as she toweled off lightly. "lookin' good. she said with a small snicker. She felt good.
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credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *[/justify][/blockquote][/center][/size]