<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Corridor</em></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">SCORE!</span></div><br/>“That’ll do. I will look my best.”<br/><br/>The slight touch of her fingers against his flesh left hot spots that shot signals throughout his body, but John kept his hands to himself, while he dreamed of things he would have done to her at that moment: tenderly touch her shoulders; comb his fingers through the ends of her sunny layers, and perhaps pull her into a sweet kiss. Not even he was immune to Temptation, but he could resist her tantalizing beckons and Lust’s gentle heat.<br/><br/><strong>Hello Caroline!</strong><br/><br/>John instantly scowled as he anticipated another one of Carol’s irritating friends. He turned his head; following her gaze to a very familiar heroine that was engrossed in reps. It was the Amazon again. So that was her name: Caroline. John’s lips parted into a bestial grin. Every time he saw the young woman, all he could think about was sparring with her. He wanted to make her sweat like those weights she hefted. He wanted to hear her cries of exertion as they struggled for dominance.<br/><br/>“Yes, you should join in our festivities. I am eager to learn much about you, Warrior.”