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The locker room was quiet for this time of the morning. Punky Pete had just left, and Daddy Porsche was still undressing just behind me. Both of us stripping for our post-workout cleanse. I had applied fun names to all of the people I saw here. My favorites besides Pete were Nicki Nice Ass, Larry the Laptop (worked while he tread-milled), and Fertile Fiona, a thirty-something piece of delectably pregnant MILF. The New guy had just joined two weeks ago. I called him Daddy Porshe, as he was older, and drove one. He had a nice physique and salt-and-pepper hair that was fuller than mine (bastard). He had the look of a man of means, a world traveler who knew things about important people. Why he was here at the “cheap membership common man’s gym,” …