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chill to race through the entire suite.  Roxy stood to the side and watched my actions.  Without saying a word, she pulled on the zipper of her Diamond Girl sweat suit.  I stood in the middle of the living room with a blue and white button down shirt.  A pair of jeans from the GAP and a pair of rust colored Polo boots with spiked rubber bottoms completed my outfit.
    When Red stepped out in her red sweat suit, I handed her and Roxy a can of vanilla Nutriment.  After they were done with their drinks, I sent them to their rooms so they could tie their hair down.  When they returned, I put my plan into action.
    “Listen, I want you to stretch and give me two hundred jumping jacks.”
    The women looked at me like I was the one smoking Crack.  I kept a straight face. “Anything, remember?”
    Roxy started doing hers and Red picked up and did the same.  I picked up the phone and called room service.  There was a list of things that I needed.
    When the women reached two hundred, Roxy was drenched with sweat, and Red struggled to breathe.
    “Now that you’re all warmed up, we can get started.”
    Room service knocked at the door.  I pulled the cart in and dropped a case of Nutriments on the floor.  On top of that, I dropped a case of one-liter bottles of Deer Park spring water.  When I grabbed a case of cranberry juice off of the cart, the women looked at me like I was crazy.  As the man from room service left, I followed behind, looked over my shoulder at the two women, and commanded, “Let’s go.”
    We rode the elevator down to the tenth floor.  When we stepped off, confusion set in the women’s faces.  When I disconnected the fire alarm for the exit, they were really puzzled.  I led them into the empty bright staircase, and descended down to the first floor.  There was a bit of hesitation by Red at first, but when Roxy walked down, she followed.  I can’t lie, my legs were killing me, and we were only walking down the steps.  I was sure running back up was going to be a whole new adventure.
    By the time we reached the first floor, my plan was together.  The security man that I hired was at the bottom of the staircase waiting for us to arrive.  When the girls took the last step, reaching the first floor landing, they exhaled deeply as if the workout was over.
    “Now run back up to where you came from. If you can’t run, jog.  Can’t jog, then walk.  Don’t stop your legs from moving until we get to the tenth floor.”
    “You coming with us?”  Red asked annoyed.
    “I’ll be right in front of you helping you deal with the pain,” I encouraged, hoping I wouldn’t lose their trust.
    Roxy looked at me, silently questioning if I was sure I knew what I was doing.  My determined look gave her what she needed to know.  The security guard was too busy staring at Roxy’s ass, but his job was to make sure that Red didn’t head back down and into the streets.
    “Let’s go,” I yelled and Roxy was off like a thoroughbred.  Red was right behind her.  I ran past security to the elevator banks.  When I reached the second floor, I got off of the elevator, disconnected the alarm, and stood on the staircase landing.  I looked down at the two women coming up the stairs and yelled, “Let’s go—let’s go!”
    Roxy picked up her steps and passed me on her way up.  Red became competitive, putting pep into her step.  I went up on the elevator to every odd numbered floor and repeated my routine.  By the time I was at the eighth floor, Roxy struggled to jog.  Red slowed to a near crawl.  I walked down to Red and helped her keep her legs moving.  With each step, she coughed up the impurities that were still trapped in her lungs.
    When we reached the tenth floor, Roxy was sitting on the floor.  She had camped out in front of the elevator banks, rubbing on her thighs and gasping for air.  Red vomited into a garbage can.  After catching my own breath, I helped the two of them get into our