Two evenings later, I arrived again to do my routines. Julio wore a tight T shirt and shorts. He was working on the elliptical and haven't noticed me. I glanced at him and was impressed with his athletic body. His ripped muscles threatened to tear his shirt. His effortless movements looked gracious. My eyes were mesmerized by his energy and vigor. And then his face turned to me. He smiled at me and signaled me with a finger to approach him. I came by.
He chuckled, "You asked me not to look at you during exercise, but you do the same to me. It's not fair. Now YOU owe me an apology."
I mumbled, "Sorry..."
He grinned, "Sorry is not enough. Either you meet me sometime at the nearby park, on the bench by the wooden hut, or your apology is not accepted."
I giggled, "Julio, you are crazy. Fir
