Okay, I wasn't planning on it but I will. Thanks for the support. I'd like to offer anyone on this site a free book if they purchase the Courtesan of Whitechapel and give it a review. If you're interested please email me at jgmuscle12 at gmail In the meantime here is a small section to tie you over while I figure out the end. I actually was going to have her end up with Mark but I've grown to dislike him so I'm not sure where I will go.
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“I…”
“We can just shake and feel the difference,” she said wiping her palm on the towel and then extending a hand towards him. He grasped her hand and squeezed as hard as he could before she clasped him back. A tremor ran through his arm as soon as she squeezed. Veins popped in her forearm and striations riddled across the expansive muscles. His knees wobbled and buckled as he wrenched in pain. Promply, his knees slammed into the floor and her grip lightened. He kneeled below her looking up in awe as if worshipping the superior being in his midst. His fingers wrung with pain but he hardly noticed.
The towel she’d wrapped about her had dropped to the floor with a soft rustle, as her body tensed. Her muscles rippled and popped revealing the sheer power etched into every inch of her form. Mark's eyes widened in awe as he looked up and finally saw the reality of her transformation.
He was greeted by swells of rippling muscles with their sinews visible beneath the surface like hidden treasures waiting to be discovered. Veins crisscrossed her form. Beneath the taut, glistening skin, sinews writhed like titanic cables. There was sheer power etched into every inch of her body.
“There's no need to test me, Mark,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet strength. “I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to see me again – see me like you used to see me..” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I want you to respect me, not control me. I want you to be the partner I fell in love with, the man who inspires me to be strong.”
“I… I…” he trailed off. He saw the hurt and longing in her eyes, and a flicker of his old admiration rekindled within him. But he just couldn’t shake the feeling of emasculation.
Sarah offered a tentative smile. “How about we work out together tomorrow? We can hold each other accountable and push each other further.”