See Jane Run

Jane wanted him to die. The creep on the stationary bike behind hers. He was panting hard even though he was barely pedaling. She would have run out of the gym, but she had to wait for Nancy, the lady next to her in class, who had said she would bring her an extra bottle of water from the vending machine.

Nancy meanwhile was putting the cap back on Jane’s water bottle. Like those around her, she added powder from an electrolyte packet she had brought from home.

Right when Jane thought she was going to punch the creep, Nancy was back.

“Thanks!” Jane said as Nancy gave her the water.

“No problem, dear. Always glad to help,” Nancy said and smiled.

Jane jumped off her bike, quickly wiped the machine down, and left the gym guzzling down water.

Nancy looked at her husband, who had stared at Jane’s ass all through spin class. Poor girl. She’d collapse in an hour and be declared dead. All because Hank couldn’t keep his eyes to himself, the bastard.