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Title: Drabble - Gym Jim
Date: 6/13/2001, revised 6/28/2001
Author: Megan
SA Dues: Gift Dues for Mary Ann -- Namaste!
Archive: Sentinel Angst list; others welcome but please ask.
Disclaimer: Pet Fly owns “The Sentinel”, I’m just playing.

Warnings/Spoilers: None

Summary: Jim, a gym, and ice cream. You do the math. (Just a random silly piece of insanity produced by late night cravings... guess which kind :-) Additional notes at the end.

First posted to the Sentinel Angst list.

Feedback: Please!

Gym Jim

*Rocky Road.*

Thirty-three, thirty-...

*Cherry Chocolate. Yes, there were *DEFINITE* advantages to being a Sentinel.*

...-five, forty-six...

He grumbled to himself, stopped, and sat up. His sweat-slicked back made an annoying and yet comfortably familiar sliding noise/feel against the padding. He made a long-arm for the towel beside him, and then racked the pin several plates further down.

...sixty-five...

*Then there was that chocolate-brownie stuff. No, Cherry Chocolate. Definitely Cherry Chocolate. Oh, man.*

...seventy-two...

Someone stared. *Tough*, he thought. *Just because YOU can’t work a long set doesn’t mean you can glare at me.*

Then there was French Vanilla... *Ah.*

-- Fin. --

Note: I originally wrote this with reference to Ben & Jerry's (tm) ice cream flavor names. I have since learned that B&J is offensive to some law-enforcement folks, so I changed it.