bagumpity: Of course, by that time, my girlfriend and I had found out that you could get into the gym's physical therapy room by opening an access panel in the adjacent social studies building. The panel opened into an interstitial space that held shared utility stuff, like water pipes, conduit, etc. An identical, also unlocked, panel led to the physical therapy room. And since the gym was locked up after 10PM, there were never any guards to worry about. Physical therapy rooms have oodles of good stuff, including massage tables (much nicer than dirty elevator floors), padded floors, and lots of foam blocks in various shapes and sizes (one of which earned a special name: Mr. Underbutt.) Once, we even tiptoed over to the swimming pool and had a very non-baptist naked pool party for two.
ronaprhys: panties and panties and panties = I came.
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