Rhage 9.12.12

Rhage

*Drops off my 'special' brownies for Murhder on my way to the gym, shoving the ex-lax wrapper in my jeans pocket. Eats up the miles on the treadmill, the feel of my muscles pulling a great stress reliever. Beads of sweat form on my face and sluice down my chest, disappearing into my waist ban this is what I have been missing.

Legs feeling like jello. I climb off the treadmill and wipe the sweat off my hand before hitting the heavy weights. The beast has been riding me hard the last few days, knowing I will have to hit ZeroSum soon and get laid. fucking curse... I'm sick of it already.

Stretching my back until it pops, I head to my room to shower, tossing a towel over my neck. Wonder if I could convince one of the Brothers to join me for a night of debauchery. Thinks twice about the ex-lax brownies I left for Murhder, he's always up for some fun. Tacks a note to his door. ‘You, me ZS, tonight. Be there, R’.

I take the brownies and leave them for Zsadist. Strips and climbs in the shower, hoping the hot water burns the Beast’s ass* #BDBB