Chapter 6

Eva looked at her watch. “My God!” she gasped. “I gotta get going. My boyfriend’s going to kill me if I get home late!” She got to her feet, gathered her clothing, and slipped into it. When she finished dressing, she stopped and looked at me, smiling. “You got a pen and paper?” she asked.

“Ah...” I searched through my shirt, which I still had on, found both, and handed them to her.

Eva wrote something on the paper, then handed it to me. I looked, she’d written a phone number.

“Call me,” she said, then she kissed me on the cheek and started for the locker room door. “I get home from work at three, and my boyfriend doesn’t get home until seven,” she said. She disappeared, and the door closed behind her.

Still a little weak, I got my pants back on, straightened my clothes, and left the women’s locker room. Once more, I walked across the exercise room and listened at the door of the men’s locker room. Moans were still coming from behind the closed door, so I opened it slightly again.

I go