Chapter Fourteen
Broom Closets
“Hell has no fury like a woman misguided with a sausage.”—Mr Ex
Legless took his new name, along with the new gym, in stride and ran with it.
He was smart, and he knew he could find a way out for himself and the lads. After all, they were only women, and he was close to their leader.
Despite Bette’s refusal for anymore “broom closet meetings,” she happily took his advice, sometimes even allowing him into meetings.
Kate had her reservations, but she was outnumbered by the bigwigs and their “Let’s have more of him” demands.
Under Legless’s neck-whispering suggestions, Bette insisted on a democratic rustling of men into gyms, along with cycling food, chilled water, caffeine, and the sort of Lycra worth a second look.
The food designed by the institute ga
