~ Chapter 11 ~

Bobby wasn’t usually a pissed off type of guy, but Monday, when he woke up he was pissed and moody and needed to get laid.  Or punch the shit out of something.  And since he didn’t think he was going to get laid soon, thanks to the damn images, he thought punching would be best.  So he slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top and headed out to the gym he saw the other day.

                At least he should be thankful that he didn’t have to see her tonight, for she didn’t need to come in.  And he liked that she was able to spend more time with those kids, although the thought angered him.  He paused at that; okay, maybe he wanted it to.  He didn’t want to think about her or those kids.

                He pulled into a spot with a huff and walked into the gym.  Usually it wasn’