"Found it," Timothy shouted; it was his gym bag. He threw it on the bed and quickly started packing it.
Timothy began moving back and forth, trying to locate some gym clothes and shoes. Did he even have gym shoes still? Never mind, he must have something that could work.
Daniela sat up and watched him incredulously, "What are you doing?"
"I am starting right now,' Timothy declared with a T-shirt in his hand, pointing his finger downward at 'right now.'
Oh, my Goddess, Daniela did not have the bandwidth to deal with this. She got up and stormed out of the room after looking at him, clearly showing her displeasure.
She left a crazed Timothy to pack his gym bag and head to the gym.
She would not stick around for this madness. She was not here for all this drama. All she f*cking wanted was to c*m.
Soon enough, the driver had returned from dropping everyone off, and Ivan and Daniela headed home.
