  I was in the gym today. There is a machine I have always wanted to try - it's a little on the weird side. It is aerobic, but also involves weights. Essentially you push footpads with weights adding resisitance, as fast or as slow as you want. At first - I HATED it. These metal plates kept smacking together. It felt wrong. Awful. A guy a little older than me saw my trouble, and came over to help. Sometimes you just know. I was pissed at being embarrassed, and had to decide quickly if I was to be nice - or be a bitch. And I felt like a bitch. Plus. Something in his eyes told me to push it. I felt cold and cruel as I allowed him to teach me the finer points of this machine.
I was fucking frosty. When I saw make a show of wiping his sweat from the machine I just got a tingle. When I got the hang of it, I just gave him a cold nod, and turned away. I expected him to just slink away. But, instead, "Well, if I can be of service again...". Little bootlicker. 
