this seemingly unlimited level of energy. As the days turned into weeks, I became more and more captivated by Bunny Girl. Sometimes I would find myself sitting on the seat at the Universal machine for several minutes at a time, just watching her from behind. Her shirt would be soaked with sweat from her intense workouts, all the way down to her tight fitting exercise pants, which showed off a butt that benefited from what was no doubt years of intense exercise. My mind would just wander as she swung those weights with a vigor that made her seem like a woman possessed. I was captivated. Talking to her seemed futile. She was always on some machine working out with the intensity of a mad woman. The best I could get out of her was a ‘hello’. It seemed that anything