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Life’s Lessons Chapter Two: Just Business
It’s not personal, it’s just business.
I loved my moments at home in my gym. One of the things I looked for when I bought this house was a room that I could turn into a gym, with as much space as possible to put everything I wanted in it.
I had machines and free weights, and I still had room to expand if needed; it was the sealing deal for me to close on this house. Also, it was close to the city, but not too close.
The rhythmic feel of my feet thumping on the treadmill and the sounds of music in my ears were everything I needed this Sunday morning.
I loved my workouts; they were for me and only me. I wasn’t like others who took pictures and videos of them working out. That wasn’t me. These moments weren’t for them. They were for me.
Sure, I had huge plastic boobs or fake boobs, whatever the people called them, bolt-ons, enhanced, and so many other things, but that was because I wanted to have them.
Some people got a tattoo of an eagle, an anchor, or their military choice. I got huge fucking implants. My choice.
The rest of me was all-natural, my lips, my ass, my stomach, everything. I worked hard to keep the rest of me in shape. Sometimes, I strayed like the upcoming party in Texas. I planned to…
