The Blonde on the Treadmill

Fiction/Satire

Compliant. That was the word Adam felt tumbling around in his brain as he pushed the off button of his Prius and sat in silence for a few minutes to gather up his psychic energy before walking inside 24-Hour Fitness. He liked to park on the roof, even though the ground floor parking lot was mostly empty. Old habits die hard. The elevator still wasn’t wo…