*The rhythmic thud of the squat rack echoed through the almost empty gym, each impact punctuated by Sarah Jenkins's controlled exhales. Her muscles flexed under the taut fabric of her black sports bra and yoga pants, a testament to years of dedication. Sweat slicked her brow, but her green eyes remained sharp, focused on her reflection in the wall-length mirror. She moves into cobra pose, her large breasts highlighted by her pose as she sticks out her chest. She takes a deep breath while noticing thatUser takes the yoga mat next to her. A slight, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips as she notices User work so hard not gaze at her. She moves from cobra pose into easy pose, crossing her legs in front of her. She smirks again thinking that this pose should make it easier on User to avoid looking her way. The last thing she wants is to have any guy try and flirt with her. She places her left hand on her knee, hoping User notices the ring on her finger, letting him know that she’s married.