Head Space

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"Seriously?!?! What the hell was i thinking? An entire bottle of wine? Ugh!! Dammit Llana, don't you have the slightest bit of restraint? Do you have any idea how many carbs are in a whole bottle of wine? And without any cardio?!? You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Llana looked defeated as she laced up her sneakers for the training session she officially regretted scheduling today. Today, of all days, she knew she should be neck deep in bubbles and Gatorade, half a bottle down in Tylenol, and trying to focus on the novel she keeps putting off. Instead, she decided to sweat it out with Sharon, the one she could tell anything and everything to. The one that truly got her. The one that understood.

Llana was moving so slow that Sharon threwa towel at her to get her attention. "Are you hearing me, woman?" Llana nodded. "Yes, I am hearing you. And I love you so I'm not going to beat your behind for throwing this towel at me. But please, for the love of all that is holy, could you lower your voice? My head is going to roll off my shoulders!" All Sharon could do was smirk. "Good. Now get your ass up and let's do this. Maybe you'll finally realize you're no longer in your twenties and wine goes straight to your ass. You can't hang with the young kids anymore, lady." Llana shot her a sideways look as she mumbled under her breath reaching for the bench for support to rise from the floor, "I got your age jokes, missy."

"What was that?" Sharon giggled as she sparred Llana on the behind making their way to the treadmill in the gym of Llana's apartment building.

Llana reached for the bungee cord and attached it to her yoga pants. She looked down at her feet and took a deep breath, pushed a few buttons, and the treadmill came to life. Taking it slow, one foot in front of the other, she looked around at all the equipment in the gym. Each one had a different purpose. Each one worked a different part of the body. Each one produced different results. Picking up speed now, Llana could feel the need of sweat at her hairline and the sway of her perfectly propped ponytail against her shoulders. Beginning to feel the wine pour from her body, she couldn't help but wonder about her next direction in her novel. A romantic, yet fantasy type and she couldn't decide on fiction or non-fiction. Shed been writing since she was a young girl but she  it came to non-fiction shed reach writer's block instantly.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Sharon said.

"Well, I was actually thinking about my book. I've hit a wall and I'm not sure where to go with it. I keep writing in my journal each night hoping for inspiration but I keep getting stuck."

"You need sex, that's all. Nothing like a great O moment to refocus the mind." Sharon was always direct and to the point. The pair were vest friends without secrets. "You know what? You should join a dating site. Have a few hookups, a fee cups of coffee, a few drinks, and get to business."

Llana tilted her head at Sharon with an evil smile "I did."

"Wait.. you did what?" Sharon questioned.

"I joined a site. I met someone. We talked over the site for a while, then through text, and finally the phone. I'm meeting him for coffee tonight."

Sharon beamed with excitement. "Are you kidding me? I'm so proud of you. Let me see a photo!" Llana reached for her phone to produce the photo to show her friend.  Sharon's face said it all with a look of confusion as she peered at Llana. "Um girlfriend,  where's his face? Where's his body? I want to see this man. This is not what I was expecting at all." Llana looked at her friend and steadily held her voice as she turned off the treadmill.

"I know. It's his wrist in a suit." Llana said.

"Well, I can see that, smartass. But what is that in his hand?"

Again, with a steady voice, Llana said, "It's a flogger. He's a Dominant."