Love Triangle

Julie Guthrie a thirty two year old woman is working out at one thirty four Monday June twenty ninth 2011 at Better Fit Gym in Santa Monica California. She is a fair skin pretty young lady with a slender build standing at five foot six inches tall. Ms. Guthrie has green eyes and red straight shoulder length hair that is in a ponytail, who is dressed in a red tank top with back Capri pants. Tammy Nelson is a toned athletic built thirty three year old woman that is five-six tall that is peddling beside her best friend Julie since high school. Mrs. Nelson is dressed in a loose fitting hot pink V-neck cotton T-shirt with cotton blue running shorts. The pair meets at least twice a week to sweat it out using stationary bikes, stair climbing machines and light free weight workout. They have members since the large local gym opened four years earlier in their hometown. Both women joined as members after the free thirty day trial was over. On the wall is a thirty two inch LED TV set that is displaying a professional golf game at California’s beautiful Pebble beach Golf course. “What are you going to do for the fourth of July weekend Julie?” Tammy asked looking over to her friend. “I’m debating about going to the party that the Spark Broadcast Network is throwing at the Harrison Hotel in Malibu Beach.” Guthrie replies while breathing hard. “If you can’t decide why don’t you come to the “Oasis”, my husband and I are having a seventies-eighties music band that will be playing at the lounge.” Both of them climb off their stationary bicycles snatching small white towels that are close by them. Each woman starts wiping the perspiration from their face and necks. They have finished their rigorous two hour exercise routine for the day as they walk toward the woman’s locker room, “Your invitation is certainty tempting but I’m going to need a little time to think over Tammy!” “There is going to be a lot of hot guys at my business dancing and having a good time!” “I don’t know why you own a bar when you don’t even drink alcohol?” “The booze that I don’t drink is more money in my pocket from the folks who do. Heck Brian drinks enough for the both of us!” Following taking hot showers, the two friends have lunch at the Cedars Mill Café across the street from their twenty four hour gym. Each of them is having something different for their late lunch together. Julie is eating the six inch wheat sandwich with fries while Tammy just has a bow of salad because recently put on a few pounds in the mid-section. On the wall are old black and white framed pictures from movies that starred James Dean, Marylyn Monroe, Humphrey Bogart just to name a few. Before going to her apartment Julie goes to her elderly neighbors carrying her blue nylon duffle bag by the black handles in her small left hand. Jimmy and Carol Sharpton in apartment fifteen two doors from where she lives have been watching her little dog name “Muffy” that is two and a half years old. She is a black and white pure bred Boston terrier with dark brown bulgy eyes to go with the bunny rabbit like ears that stick straight up. Mr. and Mrs. Sharpton have been babysitting the pooch for almost as long as the small canine has been alive for twenty dollars a week. They truly enjoy having “Muffy” around; the money is just a sweet added perk for them. Julie provides dog food along with various treats she gets from the grocery store. Ms. Guthrie visits the old married couple drinking a can of lemon lime soda that was offered to her as she listens to the Sharpton’s stories from the past. She is seated on a light brown vinyl recliner holding “Muffy” in her lap in the pair’s small living room. A twenty seven inch color tube television is playing a soap opera with the volume turned low. None of them are paying attention to the television while they enjoy each other’s company. An hour later, Julie leaves Jimmy and Carol’s cozy one bedroom flat to go to her own small dwelling a short distance away. In her two bedroom apartment, Ms. Guthrie puts Muffy down on the living carpet, so she can gather up her dirty clothes to the small washer in far side of the bathroom. While the clothes are washing, Julie takes the energetic terrier out her front door on a leash. She tries to walk her young dog at least once a day for an hour for Muffy’s well-being. Briskly they perambulate on the sidewalk to the big city park two blocks away from the apartment complex. It feels good to have the warm sunshine on her face strolling along on the double wide grey concrete path in Whitmore City Park. Guthrie pleasantly smiles then says, “Hello” to the other pedestrians that come her way previous to passing as they travel in other direction. Some are walking their pets or their baby strollers casually enjoying the scenic site with trees and picnic areas. The content Boston terrier seems to smile as she pants while her short legs quickly moves along on the cement. Back at the apartments, Julie drops her lovable pooch off once again with the caring Sharptons so she can quickly put a load of clothes in the dryer. Julie has a short amount of time before she has to be at KZTV’s broadcast station building across town for the channel two’s six o clock news. Her job is to report local as well as national headlining stories on camera in the modest size studio with twenty eight year old Kristy Monroe who does the weather. Sometimes Ms. Guthrie has to take her turn at playing the role of a field reporter at the site of an event whether it is good or bad time to time. Having an upbeat attitude, the attractive TV personality is listening to a country cd while driving her dark green 2010 Toyota Camry four door Sedan to work. It is her normal route to the station she is taking on the sunny summer day to the TV station she’s worked at for almost six years now. Reaching the security guard’s gate at the entrance of the Broadcast studio, Julie stops her compact foreign car beside the window of the small booth. The stocky Mexican guard name Manuel slides open the glass to investigate who it is, “Good afternoon Ms. Guthrie. How you doing today?” “Very well Manuel. How about yourself?” “Same ole same ole being the keeper of the gate,” He presses a button to lifting the long metal arm up allowing the female broadcaster to slowly pull forward. She pulls into a spot that has a sign that reads “reserved for Julie Guthrie.” Subsequent to grabbing her small leather satchel with important paper work inside, the journalist locked her driver side door. Upon coming the building’s dark grey metal door with the key pad entry lock just above the stainless steel handle the red headed woman pushes a five digit code. A metallic sound is made then followed by a green light indicating access. Julie pulls up on the shiny metal level pushing the heavy door open promptly stepping inside the air conditioned east side portion of the news station. Walking down the hall to her small cubicle Ms. Guthrie says, “Hi” to her fellow co-workers in a cheerful manner. Once inside the small cubicle that is bordered tan partitions she places the leather bag on the wood surface of her desk. Carefully the news caster sits down upon the black fabric swivel chair unzipping the work bag pulling out paper containing stories.