Nothing Is too much

"How old are you, Hollis." I wondered aloud as we walked into a den.

"This is where the guards hang out when they’re not working," he explained.

The space had everything to keep overgrown children entertained. A stocked kitchen, ping-pong and pool table, a big screen Television, and a wall of movies and video games. It also had patio doors that opened up onto a pool outside.

"Are you avoiding my question on purpose?" I put to him.

"What. Oh, I’m thirty," he answered, distracted.

We made our way down another hallway. "Some of the night guards sleep in here," he whispered, pointing at the bedroom doors that were closed.

I could hear off-tempo snoring and wheezing through the door. At the end of the hall was a room, housing a fully equipped gym with windows that looked out onto the pool.

There were two men in the middle of the room and a large opened box next to them. "It’s a high-speed treadmill," Hollis announced. "I had the the room fixed up as a gym and some of the extra equip