So, yeah. My abs and thighs feel like they're being held together with lactic acid, and I think I bruised my perineum.
What's more, I don't much care. Count on me to go on a man hunt in a bar and hook up with a bloke working on a PhD in geophysics. That's what you get living in a university town.
Nice, fleshy hunk of academic. Mmmm. I really hope he's up for another session sometime soon.