Chapter 7- Tank

Chapter 7

Tank

Julia and I had been seeing each other for a few weeks now. It was easy, fun. She would call me up on her way home from work and ask me to meet her at her place. I’d fuck her, giving her the release she desperately craved, and then I would go back home. There were no sleepovers, no cuddling, nothing. It was brilliant.

I was working out in the clubhouse’s onsite gym when I heard my name being called. “Tank!” “Down in the gym!” I called back to Axel. I still smiled every time somebody called me Tank. It reminded me of my mom and dad. I was a big baby when I was born, a 9 pounder. Solid. My dad would say I was built like a tank, and its stuck with me since.

Thinking of my parents made me feel down. They died a few years back in a car accident. A truck hit them, the driver of the truck had just lost control of the vehicle. There was no foul play, just a case of wrong place,