Unable to hold for any longer, I finally farted, rather soundlessly, despite the presence of my gym partner Pooven and another bodybuilder.. Acting as if everything was normal, I took my Dumbells and continued to work on my biceps.. Concentrating hard and trying to ignore the bad smell from the fart..
After working out the last of the biceps series, I turned to Pooven:
"Want to go kickboxing man?", I asked him..
Pooven, who had been quiet for a while, replied with a grin on his face: "Let's go dude"..
After we were walking a bit far from the other bodybuilder, Pooven suddenly whispered in my ears:
"What took you so long to get out?? hadn't you smelled the odor in that room?? Smelled like rotten boiled egg or fart of baked beans. I think.. No, I am certain.. Its that other guy in there..You see, he's not even affected by it.. Its him, the old bastard.. Couldn't he go outside and released his shit??..I was about to faint!!.."
While he kept talking and talking, I wondered what the hell would he say if I had told him it was me.. By his Frustrated expression, I was certain that would have been the last day we trained togather!!!
