Crime and punishment at the gym

James and Daisy were at their regular late evening gym session.  They preferred coming in the evenings when it was a bit quieter and less hectic.  They were both in their work out gear, but they were just chatting when the gym manager, Marcus, walked over and greeted them.

“How are you Marcus?” Daisy asked, “You look tired”

“Yeah, I am,” Marcus sighed, running his hand through his thick, curly, black hair, “Do you two mind locking up for me this evening?  I’d like to get home a little early and I doubt we’ll be getting anyone else this late.”

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The Sushi Bar

I wanted to try something a little different with this story.  This one is more boot-focused, though don't worry it still has some ballbusting a little later in the story ;).  I also decided to have a go at writing in first person.  Anyway, have a read and let me know what you think.

There’s this little sushi bar I like down near the docks.  The old guy that runs the place, Mr Kawachi, is a bit of a traditionalist and has a strict rule that no outside footwear is allowed in the main area, so off the foyer there’s a little area for people to take off their shoes and a set of cubby holes to put them in.  Being where it is a good proportion of his customers are dock workers and that means there are always a good number of pairs of boots sitting in the storage area.  As you might imagine this is part of the reason I like the place.  Don’t get me wrong, the sushi is very good, or I wouldn’t go as often as I do, but it helps that the first course is such a feast!  I always take my time taking my own boots off to savour the view, and if I can have a good sniff of some of the best pairs while I’m putting mine in their cubby.  I’ve been going there long enough now that I recognise the boots of a lot of the other regulars.