Gym

When I saw him walk into the dark room behind me, I knew the night wasn’t going to end in my bed. He had the body of the kind of man you only see in magazines.

We were doing crunches and then I saw him. He wasn’t my son in that moment, he was a man. And that thought haunted me for days.

I went to the gym without underwear on purpose, so everything would show. After weeks of stares, he finally came over with a proposition that left no room for doubt.

When she leaned over in front of me on the leg press, I knew that Monday at quarter to seven wasn’t going to be a normal workout.

When she adjusted his posture for the third time and he felt the pressure under his shorts, he decided that morning’s session was going to be very different from the others.

For years I kept my backpack in the car with all my lingerie inside, just in case. That Thursday, the moment finally came.