Lindsay and Nadia. BFFs

[rugbyguy39]

Part Three (cont): Flashback - Labour Day.

   The two of them squeezed themselves into a stall and locked the door.

   "You know everyone was scoping you when you showered there Buffy. When you did your hair and all those muscles popped out everywhere you paralyzed about 20 people."

   "Which is about 80 fewer than you did. My God Sim even I was staring at you, your body is insane."
This brought a deep sigh. "I know and sometimes it drives me crazy."
   
   "Hey one thing gymnastics has taught me is its better to be the thing that makes people look than be one of the ones looking."

   "I hear you and I'm working on that," Simone said. "But this is all still new, so it'll take a while. You've been a killer gymnast winning medals for what? Eight years? I've been Boobzilla for about eight weeks."

   Simone reached into her bag and took out a plastic bottle of oil. Answering Lindsay's impending question she explained: "It's Argan Oil, it's made from trees. My Mom got it for me to prevent stretch marks. So far, it's really worked."

   With that she took off her bikini and started applying the oil at her ankles, gradually working her way up her spectacular body. Lindsay had not yet reached puberty, her relentless training kept it at bay. To see it in full bloom in the form of her friend was startling. Simone had pubic hair, obviously trimmed, and large dark nipples sitting on the top half of her incredible breasts. With a start, she realized she was staring at her friend's chest.

   "It's OK, I stare too, when I look in the mirror. It's a lot to take in. They're about the same size as volleyballs."

   "They're...it's...you are incredible, Sim, really. You remind me of a tiger or a champion racehorse, you're like physical perfection."

   "Thanks but mostly I feel like a drunk stork, I'm still trying to figure out how to balance all this. Do my back?"

   Lindsay took the oil and worked her way down from the solid shoulders to the tapered, proportionately tiny waist. Her touch confirmed what her initial assessment had suggested; Simone had a lot of significant muscle on her tall frame. "You're on your own here, babe. I draw the line at your butt."

   "No worries, I got it, it's bigger but I can still navigate it. These on the other hand are an adventure."

   The process of applying oil to her chest was involved. This was the spot where the oil was needed most as it was the most concentrated site of expansion. So Lindsay watched, fascinated, glancing down at her own chest (which was all pectoral muscle and no breast tissue) from time to time. Simone lifted each breast with the opposite hand and applied the oil underneath. She then worked from the top down using two hands on each one in turn. She then did the outsides and finished with both hands plunging down her deep cleavage taking extra care to cover the areas where her breasts attached to her chest and rib cage.

   Lindsay was mesmerized by the display. It was just hard to comprehend that much flesh moving around. Simone was looking at her with a slight grin on her face.

   "I'm sorry, but that was...hypnotic."

   "I know, they follow you around the room, don't they?" Both girls laughed.

   "Time to lube up Buffy, I'll do your back."

   Simone was actually curious about what Lindsay's body would feel like. And she found herself wondering why. The answer hit her like a brick between the eyes. It felt amazing! She was so hard! Her shoulders, her back had no give at all, even though Lindsay was standing relaxed. The muscles felt...heavy and solid, her skin soft - warm silk over granite. She could literally feel the power in them. She was also feeling something deep inside, something new, something warm, something ...nice?

   "Put your arms up," Simone instructed. As Lindsay did so the muscles in her shoulders and upper back expanded.
"Are you doing that on purpose?" Simone was feeling a little short of breath.

   "Doing what?" Lindsay's reply was totally innocent.

   "Flexing."

   "I'm not flexing, I'm just moving. When I move, my muscles move too. Technically they're doing the moving."

   "So at the shower, you weren't flexing either?"

   "No, just moving. This is flexing."

   Lindsay brought her arms down and just exploded. Simone felt an intense wave of...something... wash over her. Lindsay's shoulders had transformed into small pumpkins. Three heads fanned out on each side from the connection to her traps. Each head was cut with dramatic striations. The center heads connected with baseball-sized biceps that looked like they were trying to tear out of her skin. Standing behind Lindsay, Simone had a clear view of the deep gap running down her spine between the huge traps and rhomboids. She could also see a hint of an enlarged pectoral muscle peering out on the other side of her right trap. Simone felt...fuzzy.

   She took a step back to try to take in more of Lindsay's amazing display. Her back seemed twice as wide as her waist, her arms huge, with the long curves of her triceps providing a perfect balance to the dramatic peaks on the tops of her arms. Her forearms looked like two compact hams. Veins were everywhere.

   Lindsay relaxed, rolled her shoulders and then hit the same pose again...harder. Simone was fixated on the large 'Y' shaped configuration of veins on Lindsay's right arm when she heard a soft 'snap.' The strap of Lindsay's bikini which ran across her back was no longer there. The expanding muscle of Lindsay's back and chest had been too much for it. Simone felt warm and realized that her nipples had suddenly become erect. "Oh God, please don't turn around," she thought to herself.

   Lindsay, of course, turned around. Without a hint of embarrassment, she lifted the destroyed top over her head. "Not like I have anything to hide anyway," she thought. "I was afraid that might happen," she told Sim. "I'm kinda hard on clothes these days."

   Lindsay's attention was drawn to Simone's nipples. There were huge and hard. They had to be about as wide as the back of her hand. A little more than three and a half, four inches. The tips, which were actually pointed up on a 45 degree angle were almost as long as her thumb, and thicker. Her own nipples were the size of quarters. These were like saucers.

   "Wow," she said. "You have me seriously beat on the nipple front." Sim was looking any sign of a relation-ship altering reaction but could find none. Same upbeat, positive, oblivious Linz.

   "So? You gonna do my front?" Lindsay asked. Her face, stance and body language was pure innocence.

   Simone snapped back into the moment and picked up the SPF 35 she had dropped. She put some on her right hand, no point in rushing this, and began to apply it to Lindsay's abs.

   Warm velvet over hard rubber. "Kinda bumpy Linz, a lot of detail work here."

   "That's nothing, I'm relaxed." Simone was concentrating on Lindsay's midsection so she didn't notice her friend raise her arms and clasp them behind her head. It took about a second for Lindsay's comment to register.

  'Wait, Relaa' Simone's thought was cut short by an eruption of muscle under her hand.

   Warm velvet over steel. The abs under her hand were transforming into bricks. The tips of her fingers were actually bending forward into an inch-deep crevice that wasn't there before.

    "Oh my God Linz, you're hard as rock!" Sim reflexively took a step back to take it all in. It was a mind numbing display. Lindsay's definition was incredible, Simone thought. It was like you could see each individual muscle distinctly and yet all connected at the same time. "Jeeez Lindz, how many muscles do you have?"

   "Same number as you, it's just that mine are closer to the surface."

   "No seriously, I'm looking at what? Like, 24 different muscles from the neck to your waist. I can count them."

   "I know. Right? Here watch." Lindsay relaxed again and brought her arms down. She put both her arms behind her back and clasped her left wrist with her right hand. She looked down and exploded. This flex quickly reached the level of the first and went slightly past. Every muscle in her core was standing out in sharp relief. Her shoulders and arms, now lowered, were adding to the display. Striations carved her delts which flowed down into bulging biceps and triceps. Veins were appearing in her shoulders, arms and abs.

   "Wow," Simone managed to choke out.

   "Well?"

   "Well what?"

   "Are we gonna wait for sunset or are you gonna finish?"

   "Right," and Simone resumed her task with barely controlled enthusiasm. She paused when she got to Lindsay's chest.
Lindsay looked up.

   "What?"

   "Well...you know. Its your chest."

   "Oh right, here." Lindsay brought her arms from behind her and grabbed her left wrist again. She held her arms down in front of her and contracted her upper body. The effect was staggering. Lindsay had no breast tissue at all but the exploding pecs sitting high on her thrusting rib cage caused an actual cleavage. Two distinct star-like patterns were formed by the upper and lower pecs. Both caused by grooves running out from the two-inch deep gap down the middle of her chest. "That better?"

   Again Simone was on guard and swimming in a haze of confusion at the same time. 'Is she messing with me?' But there was nothing but innocent expectation in Lindsay's whole demeanor.

   "In for a penny," Simone said quietly to herself. And, now using two hands, set about finishing the job. When she was done, and feeling relieved and a little drained, Simone stepped back. Lindsay gave herself a quick once over and, obviously satisfied, looked up at her friend. She was once again drawn to Simone's remarkable nipples.

   "Jeez Sim, your high-beams are still on, what's with that? It's not like its cold in here."

   There were so many ways this could go wrong Simone thought. Best delay this as much as possible.

   "Like I said before, hormones, puberty. This happens all the time, much as I wish it didn't."

   "Well one thing is kinda cool," Lindsay said.

   Where is this going? "Really? What?"

   Lindsay walked over to Simone. She raised the bikini top she was still holding and grabbed it by the inside of each 'cup.' With very little effort she snapped the connecting strap in half. Simone bit her lip as her  nipples seemed to tighten and grow at the same time.

   Lindsay took the triangle of fabric that had covered the lower, outer third of her right pec and keeping her fingers on the edges pressed it on to Simone's swollen left nipple. It looked like a little circus tent, with a center pole and three corners. Each side of the triangle still revealed the outer edge of the dark circle underneath.

   "Damn Sim, your nipple is like bigger than my whole boob. That's freaking awesome!"

   Lindsay smiled up at her friend and Simone smiled back down shaking her head in wonder.

   "Don't ever change Linz."

[rugbyguy39]

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[ame3cv62]

i kind of like the dominating part,maybe there will be some of that here,or maybe not,anyway great story so far

[caino]

I hope you have a lot of ideas to write of... because I like so much your story!!!
K for you, and go on please!!!

[caino]

How old is Lindsay?

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, I loved this chapter, I mean first of all, your description of both Simone and Lindsay is arousing to say the least, you went into such intricate detail, especially concerning Lindsay's muscles, it's hard to believe that a teenage girl could develop such an incredible body. I also loved your description of Simone's reactions to her muscles, she was obviously in awe and lust, but tried to play it off by saying it was all hormones, when in actuality, Lindsay was just turning her on to incredible extents. And the way you described her body, all of her body, I was right there with Simone. Just incredible stuff, I look forward to more! k+!

[rugbyguy39]

How old is Lindsay?

The main 6 characters are 14\15 at this point.

Simone is 14, Lindsay is 14 going on 15.

[rugbyguy39]

Wow, I loved this chapter, I mean first of all, your description of both Simone and Lindsay is arousing to say the least, you went into such intricate detail, especially concerning Lindsay's muscles, it's hard to believe that a teenage girl could develop such an incredible body. I also loved your description of Simone's reactions to her muscles, she was obviously in awe and lust, but tried to play it off by saying it was all hormones, when in actuality, Lindsay was just turning her on to incredible extents. And the way you described her body, all of her body, I was right there with Simone. Just incredible stuff, I look forward to more! k+!

I'm very happy you're enjoying the story so far.  Rest assured this won't be the last time Lindsay causes some tension. 

[caino]

Are Ryan and Billy older than Lindsey?

[rugbyguy39]

Part Four: Labour Day continued.

   Lindsay was leaning up against the fence in the beach parking lot waiting for her mom to come and get her. She was reading a book on her phone to kill the time. She was back in sun-block mode, blonde hair tucked up under her ball cap, shirt and shades back on.
Simone's mom had picked her up about 10 minutes ago. After their encounter in the cabana, the two girls returned to their towels for a couple of hours of basking and catching up. Girl talk. Lindsay had had the foresight to pack a sports bra, primarily if a volleyball game broke out but the thought she might demo her suit had, actually, crossed her mind. She was busting out her clothes on a weekly basis.

   The most exciting things that happened were Simone's walk to the towels and to the gate when her mom showed up. They were both dozing when a Soca-themed ringtone woke them up.

   "It's Mom, I gotta bounce"
 
    "I don't see any way of preventing that Sim. Pretty much your life from now on."

   Simone laughed, then looked at her muscular friend with an air of resolve. "Well it is what it is, and it's all me so I might as well get used to the new normal and just deal."

   "That's the Sim I know and love," Lindsay said with a big smile on her face.

   Sim looked back with a suddenly mischievous expression. "If I'm going to really own all this, might as well start now. Time for a test drive."

   "Huh?"

   "Just watch Buffy. It's show-time."

   Simone put everything but the towel in her bag. Wearing only her sunglasses and bikini she stood up to her full 5'10. She then threw her arms over her head, grabbing her left wrist with her right arm and stretched. As she threw her chest out and inhaled deeply it seemed to Lindsay her friend had sucked all the air on the beach away from everyone else. "Well she's got the 'lung capacity' that's for sure," Lindsay smiled to herself.

   Simone lowered her arms but kept thrusting her chest out and upward. The forward swell of her breasts seemed to be a yard from her subtly powerful back. "Makes sense," Lindsay reasoned, "look what they have to carry around. I bet she got some serious pecs under there too."

   Simone was far from done. She placed her hands on her hips and then slowly reached around until they were resting on the top of her full, firm, round butt. She hooked each thumb under the outer leg opening of the bikini. She then pulled her hands back and together. She let go and with a sudden snap the back of her suit bottom disappeared into the deep gap it had previously covered. She then turned to the towel and bent at the waist her back to the crowd rather than the water, Lindsay noted.

   Muted gasps came from several directions at the display of firm calf, tight hamstring and perfect, proud, firm glutes. Simone folded the towel in half, stood up, walked to the other and repeated the deep bend. Now the beach was treated to two volleyball sized breasts in their full, pendulous glory. Simone subtly turned her shoulders which caused her breasts to swing.

   Lindsay didn't know what to think, this was all new to her. None of her friends had ever done anything like this. Heck, none of them were ever capable of doing something like this.

   "Ahh...Sim, the butt show was impressive enough, but this downward boob technique is going to cause some heart failure."

   "I'm just owning it, Linz. Call it shock therapy, if they're going to look all the time I might as well give them something to look at."

   "Well mission accomplished on that front, Boobzilla, everybody's looking. You going to slide into the sea or demo Tokyo on your way out?"

   "Going downtown babe, stay off the Ginza. Linz, seriously this may seem shallow and vain, but I need to do this."

   "Go big or go home sista! I'm cheering you every step of the way."

   "Thanks Linz," Simone flashed a dazzling smile and set her sights on Tokyo.

   To say she walked to the gate would be like saying sharks eat, eagles fly or cheetahs run. She strutted off the beach, head high, shoulders back each step placed on a direct line which caused her back side to rise, fall and sway all at the same time. Lindsay couldn't see her friend's front, but everyone else did. What they saw was a confident smile and two remarkable erect nipples seriously threatening the integrity of her suit.

   "She's a perfect human machine," Lindsay thought. "Curves, strength, everything is exceptional, but it all fits and works together. She's a walking all-star team."

   While every eye there was trained on the display, these were, by far, the most lucid and rational thoughts on the beach.

   Later, leaning on the fence, Lindsay reflected on Simone's epic exit. "Jesus, I home Sim learns to use her power only for good." She smiled at the thought, but there was some real truth in there. Where ever Sim went from now on, she would bring a minefield of assumption and preconception with her.

   "God I hope my puberty isn't half as messed as hers."

   Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud splash. It didn't come from the lake but from across the road. Lindsay knew there was an old quarry there that was fed by a spring. The discovery of the water had forced the cement company that dug it to look for raw material elsewhere. But enough had been dug out to form a rectangle about 60 long and 30 feet wide. The floor of the quarry, while 20 feet down was above the water at one end and sloped down to a depth of 15 feet at the other. 

   It looked, for all the world, like a stone-age swimming pool. It was surrounded by an old split-rail fence. A path snaked its way down to the far side floor. While it was, in the literal sense 'accessible' with such a great, people-friendly beach literally across the street, no one ever used it. Yet clearly someone was. Another loud splash. "What the hell?"

   Lindsay wasn't trying to sneak up on the quarry or whomever was in it, but there was bush all around the edge and the rocky uncertainness forced her to approach cautiously. She managed to find a dip in the brush low enough she could look over it down into the quarry. The first thing she saw was remarkable, the second thing she saw took her breath away.

   Standing in about two feet of water was an absolute bear of a man. There was no other way to describe him. He was huge, a mountain of hair-covered muscle. The distance and lack of anything to create a sense of scale made it hard to judge, but he had to be well over six feet, probably closer to seven than six.

   He was holding a rather large rock, the shape, and probably the size of a medium suitcase. "So snowflake!" he boomed in a deep, accented voice. "This is where I find you instead of doing your chores."

   The acoustics of the quarry amplified everything, so Lindsay could hear the reply almost perfectly.

   "Papa, it is Labour Day. It is a holiday from labour, not for it." A soft, clearly feminine voice with a trace of amusement in it. The brush prevented Lindsay from seeing who was taking. Daughter, obviously.

   'Papa' was even more amused. "Pah. Americans, always looking for a way out when they should be looking for a way through." He then threw the rock, with impressive ease, considering what it must have weighed in the general direction of the speaker. Another large splash, followed instantly by a laughing shriek. Seconds later an air mattress appeared, drifting towards the shallow end of the 'pool.'

   Lindsay assumed the rock had landed on the far side of the mattress and the resulting ripples, small waves really, were carrying it back. She noticed, however, that the 'ripples' weren't dying off. If anything there were intensifying. The cause became clear seconds later as the man's daughter languidly breast-stroked into view.

   "Hoe..ly...fuck" Lindsay thought.

   The water was so clear, it was almost completely transparent. What it revealed was hard to believe. Her head and absolutely massive shoulders were above the waterline as she alternated between slow forward strokes and pushing the water forward with a cupped hand to 'surf' the air-mattress ahead of her. Lindsay could not tell anything about the hair as it was all tucked up in a white vintage bathing cap. She did notice a rectangular tattoo at the base of the neck.

   It was what currently lay below the waterline that had Lindsay's full attention. Again, her first instinct was to assess. In doing this she realized nothing she had ever seen had prepared her for this. This girl (girl still?) was completely off any scale she had ever imagined, let alone seen. The massive shoulders led down into equally massive arms. An impossibly tapered V descended from huge shoulders to a narrow waist. All the way down huge muscles expanded and contracted. The gap down her spine was inches deep. Her hips had a tight, round curve that swept out and back in to join the most remarkable glutes Lindsay had ever seen. They looked like two car tires side by side. Their shape changed from flaring rhomboid to tight oval as she opened and closed her incredible legs.

   Even from here, Lindsay could see the outer sweep of huge quads on the outside of each leg. Swelling hamstrings glistened in the sun when they broke the surface of the water. Following them down, Lindsay noted the inevitable pair of monster diamond calves. "Go big or go home." Lindsay thought with an ironic grin.

   The swimmer stopped when the water was about three feet deep. She was about 20 feet from her father. When she stood, it seemed to Lindsay it happened in slow motion. Water tends to magnify things. That didn't seem to be the case here. Lindsay could still only see her back but that back was staggering, inhuman almost. The sun glaring off the water as it made its way over a veritable mountain range of muscle only helped make the scene more surreal.

   All doubts about femininity were erased when the figure bent over to her right and reached back under the water. Lindsay couldn't see her front, but a clearly enormous right breast dropped into view between her lat and her arm. Lindsay's eyes literally bugged out of her head. As the breast and half of the torso submerged Lindsay's attention returned to the other end of the body and those glorious glutes.

   "If this girl is half a strong as she looks she could fold me up like a pillow case," she thought.

   As if on cue the body began to shift, then shake. Her back, already massive flared out to an impossible width. The shoulders ballooned into striated mounds of strength. Slowly the body rose from the water, the muscles on her side equally swollen and impressive. There was a sudden implosion under the surface and the girl stood straight up. Lindsay could not comprehend what she was looking at. The girl was standing, relaxed, her arms spread out on a 45 degree angle. She was holding a boulder the size of a kitchen table.

   "So you want to throw rocks Papa?"

   The big man just laughed. "Do your worst Snowflake."

   "As you wish." The muscles of her right arm grew to incredible size as she transferred the full weight of the rock to that side. She was holding it with one hand. Her left arm quickly followed and grabbed the top of the boulder. It was clear this was just to balance it as most of the weight was still clearly on her right arm. There was a huge 'hook' exploding from the back of that arm. The traps and delts on that side were also expanded. Lindsay could make out the veins in her shoulder and back of her arm.

   The man, who apparently was not new to this didn't seem worried in the least. He raised his hands slightly and made the universal gesture with his fingers: 'bring it on.'

   "I warn you Papa, I'm feeling dizzy, I might be suffering from sun-stroke." The man just smiled and shrugged.

   That was apparently the cue she was waiting for. With a slight grunt she lobbed the boulder at her father. It was 15 feet in the air at the top of its arch. It travelled 18 of the 20 feet between them. The splash was enormous and Lindsay heard a loud crack as the large rock hit the floor of the quarry.

The man had not moved. He stood, the picture of mirth, completely drenched. They were both laughing as Lindsay couldn't help herself "Jesus Christ," she said...out loud.

   The man looked at her, he wasn't going to see much, a ball cap and sunglasses. No real immediate worry. The girl, on the other hand, was reaching down into the water again. Lindsay instantly ducked and flattened on the ground out of pure instinct. A second later the fence exploded as a rock the size of a basketball blew right through it. It landed 30 feet behind her. Lindsay stayed on the ground with her eyes shut as pieces of fence fell all around her.

............................................................

   "That wasn't even the freakiest thing Sim." Lindsay was in her room that evening on the phone with her friend. A quick review of Sim's 'smoke show' was followed by an account of the events at the quarry.

   "This is a little hard to swallow, Linz."

   "Says the captain of the 'overnight amazon club."

   "Fair point."

   "About two minutes later I heard an engine, big, loud, I'm sure it was a truck. I figured that was them leaving so I waited a little while longer and went down to where they were."

   "Why, what was the point in that?"

   "Because I had to see that rock up close. I had to know how big it was."

   "So?"

   "It was like four feet across, three feet wide and two feet thick."

   "Jesus."

   "Sim, I tried to pick up one end of it. I couldn't do it."

   "So, heavy then."

   "Sim, we did powerlift training at gym camp. I can deadlift 300 pounds. I couldn't move it."

   "And she threw it like 20 feet with basically one arm."

   "Unhuh."

   "Jesus Christ."

   "Ya, that's what I said. But there's something else."

   "Other than the fact there's a massive, super-strong girl living around here somewhere?"

   "Ya, I figured out what that tattoo was."

   "And..."

   "It was a barcode Sim. What's with that?"

[Jeremy Lightning]

Nice! Incredible power on display from this incredibly huge, seemingly young girl, who I'm guessing is Nadia, but I could be wrong, could be her younger sister, lol. I'd be okay with anything having to do with younger muscle girls, super strength included. I look forward to more, hopefully sooner rather than later! k+!

[caino]

very very good...
but I hope you are not going into sci-fi, fantasy, or anything else 
K+

[sgsg69]

Great story, love the level of detail in the descriptions of their "assets"........hopefully that was Nadia.....maybe she is in the "Hitman" program (hence bar code tattoo)and being trained for perfection. Can't wait to see where this goes, lots of possibilities. Take your time to develop. Love it so far... K++ for you

[GreatJustice]

very very good...
but I hope you are not going into sci-fi, fantasy, or anything else 
K+

I say let it go where it goes - just enjoy the writing! It's been great so far, so I'd just sit back and trust the author on this one.

[rugbyguy39]

but I hope you are not going into sci-fi, fantasy, or anything else 

No worries. The only dragons will be on Lindsay's pajamas.

Great story, love the level of detail in the descriptions of their "assets"........hopefully that was Nadia.....maybe she is in the "Hitman" program (hence bar code tattoo)and being trained for perfection. Can't wait to see where this goes, lots of possibilities. Take your time to develop. Love it so far... K++ for you

Thanks. The barcode is a nod to Dark Angel actually.

Nice! Incredible power on display from this incredibly huge, seemingly young girl, who I'm guessing is Nadia, but I could be wrong, could be her younger sister, lol. I'd be okay with anything having to do with younger muscle girls, super strength included. I look forward to more, hopefully sooner rather than later! k+!

Again, I'm happy you are enjoying it. Shooting for Tuesdays and Fridays on the updates.

I say let it go where it goes - just enjoy the writing! It's been great so far, so I'd just sit back and trust the author on this one.

Thank You! On several levels.

[rugbyguy39]

Part Five: Third week of school.

   Ryan, Lindsay, Nadia and Billy were eating lunch in the cafeteria. Simone and Carley were in the library working on math.

   "Shakespeare just sucks," Lindsay was saying.

   "I don't know, it's kinda cool when you get into it Linz," Ryan said. "There's a lot going on."

   "It is beautiful and profound, the man was a genius," once again Nadia had caused the conversation to stop. Three sets of eyes looked inquisitively at her.
Nadia sighed. "Macbeth is a perfect play for us in Grade Nine. It is all about potential and power and ambition. It is about doing the right thing and what the costs of not doing the right thing might be."

   "What goes around, comes around," Billy said. "Bad things happen to people who do bad things"

   "Exactly," Nadia said with genuine admiration in her eyes.

   "And loyalty, right?" Ryan picked up the tread. "And family and duty and honour."

   "All of the above."

   "Drama nerds?? I'm surrounded by drama nerds," Lindsay was laughing.

   My dad is really into Shakespeare," Ryan said. "He quotes it all the time when we're at work."

   Billy agreed. "Mac Cooper's: the most literate garage in the tri-state area."

   "What's this I see before me? A monkey wrench, handle towards my hand?" Ryan said in a surprising good English accent.

   "You could also quote Midsummer Night's Dream," Nadia added. "It features the mechanicals."

   Billy laughed out loud.

   The enjoyment came to a sudden stop when Billy was suddenly thrown forward into his tray of food.

   "Watch where you're sitting shrimp." It was Jason, 'Truck' Simmons, a junior lineman on the varsity football team and an all-around jerk. Lindsay and the rest of the crew had heard all about him last year in Grade Eight. They were hoping not to encounter him too early in their high school careers. The word was an encounter was inevitable as Truck was an insatiable bully and spent his spare time seeking out potential victims. Billy had rocketed to the top of his list the second Truck saw him.

   Billy turned and looked up, a look of irritation on his face. "I'm sitting in a chair at a table. Pretty much the first option here. Not sure how that could be a problem, unless you have a problem walking."

   Lindsay and Ryan both quietly groaned under their breath. Nadia, who had turned in upon herself, was staring intently at Billy through the part in her bangs.

   "I have a problem with lippy little freshmen like you. Jesus you're small."

   "I'm what?" Billy stood up.

   "Small, you're really small." Truck was sneering but confused the encounter wasn't going the way these usually did.

   "Well Thank God you pointed that out!" Billy's voice was loud enough to get the whole room's attention. "Now everything makes sense. I've been walking around all semester wondering why I was looking up at everyone. It's because I'm small. It all falls into place. Thank you, I was really starting to wonder what was going on."
Every eye in the room was now looking over.

   "You have a smart mouth, you know that?" Truck was glaring down at Billy, not at all happy about the way things suddenly went sideways.

   "Part of a matched set," Billy wasn't backing down an inch.

   "You need to shut it. Now."

   "And if I don't?" Ryan, who had a pretty good idea what was coming next, made to stand up, but was stopped by a sudden hand on his forearm.

   "I got this," Lindsay said quietly.

   "Linz...."

   "No Rye, you have too much on the line with football. You don't want this now." Ryan felt a very solid squeeze on his forearm. He looked at Lindsay and her face was dead serious. "Really Ryan, I got this."

   Lindsay stood up and dragged her chair over to where Billy was standing in front of Truck. The scraping sound on the floor got everyone's attention. She placed the chair so that the two chair backs were facing each other about two feet apart.

   "Hey Truck," Lindsay interrupted the glaring match. "What do you know about gymnastics?"

   "Why would I give a shit about gymnastics? Go away you little skank."

   "Well," Lindsay continued, with a big grin on her face. "I know if gymnastics was really easy, they'd call it football."

   Lindsay had put her hands on the backs of the two chairs and proceeded to lift her feet off the ground, extending them in a forward 'pike' position. Billy glanced sideways and was treated to the solid bulge of her triceps stretching out the back of the sleeve on her pink Under Armour tee shirt. As if sensing the attention, Lindsay turned and looked at Billy. His eyes met hers just in time to register the quick wink she shot him. Billy was starting to feel light-headed but fear and concern was keeping him focused.
He noticed Lindsay's shoulder expanding. She was tucking her knees up to her chest while rotating forward. The rotation continued until her head was pointed straight down. With that Lindsay straightened her legs until they were pointing straight up on a 90 degree angle to the floor.

   "Can any of you big, strong, guys do this?" Lindsay asked.

   "That's cheerleader shit," Truck replied with scorn in his voice. Without warning Truck kicked the chair out of Lindsay's right hand. Those who didn't watch it bounce across the floor saw something amazing. Those who did, looked back to see something amazing. The first clue was that there was very little noise. No yelp of surprise, no sound of flesh hitting floor, no scream of pain. In fact Billy was pretty sure the only sound her heard was a subdued giggle.

   Lindsay was still inverted. Straight up and down supported by only her left hand on the remaining chair. Billy could see her left lat extending as it took all of the strain of keeping her body stable, were those veins? He wondered as a faint 'Y' pattern emerged from under her armpit and down the side of the lat. She turned her head and looked at Billy again. He was wide-eyed. She gave him a look with a slight arch of her eyebrows that said, essentially; 'no big deal.'

   Although she was showboating, Lindsay was not unaware of her surroundings. A sudden flash of alarm across Bill's face confirmed what she suspected was going to happen next. Truck kicked out the other chair. This time everyone saw what happened.

   At the last possible second Lindsay gave an imperceptible flex of her left arm and popped about an inch straight up. At the same time she let go of the chair, which crashed across the room. Gravity was still in play but Lindsay and gravity had been doing this dance for about a decade. She fell, if that was really the word, straight down but landed easily on her hands. Triceps pulsed as Lindsay slowly lowered her face almost to the floor.

   With a sudden effort she straightened her arms and shot straight back up into a tucked-forward summersault. She straightened out and landed perfectly right in front of a stunned Truck. Whether it was training or ego, or both, Lindsay could not stop herself from 'presenting.' Arms high and wide, head up, chest out.

   "Maybe I should try cheerleading, seems like it might be a decent challenge. Do you guys get time off practice to try to screw up their routines?"

   "You need to just shut up." Truck was glaring down at her.

   "I will, if you can make me. How about a little contest?"

   Truck wasn't completely dim and knew that a small, obviously fit, gymnast would have the advantage in any kind of flexibility, cardio-related contest. "Fine, but none of this flippy-shit."

   "We'll do it old-school then," Lindsay smiled. With that she sat back down at the table and offered her right arm, elbow down, palm open. Truck could not believe his luck.

   "Seriously? I'll rip your arm off."

   "Well, if you do. I'll shut up, Billy will shut up and no matter what you say or do to us we won't complain. To anyone. You get a season's pass to abuse us."

   "That's going to happen anyway," Truck growled.

   Neither Billy nor Ryan could believe what Lindsay was saying. She was all but guaranteeing a year of torment for herself and her friend. "On the other hand, if I win..."

   "Like that's going to happen."

   "If I win," Lindsay continued, "Billy, me and my friends are off-limits. You leave us alone the whole year."

   Truck, who was not the fittest guy on the football team, was still big. Huge compared to Lindsay, probably at least double her weight Ryan guessed. He did not see this ending well. Maybe she could put up enough fight in front of the crowd to shame Truck into not being a complete jerk about that. The second the thought crossed his mind he knew how unlikely that was. Truck had a well-earned reputation for living down to people's expectations.

   "Like THAT's going to happen." Truck smirked. "Fine."

    Ryan could already see the parade of abuse Truck was contemplating as he put his arm on the table. He had to move his elbow back a couple of inches in order to get his hand low enough to grasp Lindsay's. Nadia smiled under her bangs. Unlike the other two, the scene was playing out mostly as Nadia had expected it to. The two arms made a shape like a capital 'N' with Lindsay's straight up and down and Trucks bent forward at the elbow.

   "Whenever you're ready," Lindsay said. Knowing what was coming next, Nadia noted Lindsay was also thinking along the same lines. The compact gymnast was clearly expecting Truck to try to overpower her quickly. Unlike he 'fun' match with Ryan Lindsay was braced for a sudden onslaught. Her left hand was grabbing the edge of the table and her body was already leaning in, supporting her arm with her back and legs if needed.

   "On three," Truck said. "One..tw.." and of course, he went on two. Truck's sneer was replaced by a sudden look of confusion. His arm wasn't going down as he expected.

   Lindsay, for her part, was a study in concentration. Her eyes were focused intently on her hand, which while it wasn't going back, wasn't going forward either.
The two hands and their progress were the focus of everyone's attention, except Billy's. His expression was no less intent as he watched the brick-like bicep expand under Lindsay's sleeve. The hem of her sleeve literally travelled up her arm, over the growing peak and back down the other side into the ditch formed by her swelling shoulder and flexing arm. His head swam a little.

   Lindsay was really starting to work hard, as was Truck. He could not believe he had not already put this yippy little bitch down. Sweat was starting to bead on his forehead.
Billy's head swam even more as a network of veins started working their way to the surface of Lindsay's skin. 'No way,' he thought to himself. 'How freaking strong is she?'

   "I'm strong enough to beat this jerk," Lindsay was telling herself. She felt herself slipping into her 'zone,' what her high-performance coach called 'IPS – Ideal Performance State.' Calm descended upon her. Lindsay's forearm flexed even more as her wrist came forward and began to bend Truck's hand back.
Billy could see a network of veins erupt in her forearm. He also noticed Truck's fingers were starting to go pink.

   "You are a tough, little bitch," Truck spat from between clenched teeth.

   "Right on the first two," Lindsay spat back. Her wrist was fully cocked and her arm had passed vertical, heading slowly towards the table. Truck's arm was shaking, his fingers now white with effort.

   Billy was scope-locked on Lindsay's upper arm, which now featured a massive 'K' of veins plastered to its surface. He could see the power almost sing within the shoulder, biceps and triceps. He heard a quiet 'rip' as the seam of her sleeve started to unravel.

   "No...fuckin'...way..." Truck was still unable to process what was happening to him.

A look of predatory concentration was etched on Lindsay's face.
"Way." She said as she slammed his arm to the table.

   The gathered crowd was split between members of the football team, not all of whom had been rooting for Truck and the general population, who were all rooting for Lindsay. A cheer exploded from most of the crowd. A groan came from Billy as his eyes rolled back in his head. The last thing he remembered seeing was the sleeve of Lindsay's shirt part along the seam with a faint riiiip. Nadia smiled, while Ryan shot up out of his chair like an ICBM and clapped Lindsay on the shoulders in congratulations.

   Lindsay was looking at Truck, challenge radiating from every pore. "A bet's a bet." She said.

   "Fuck that, you cheated!" Truck shot back.

   "How?" Lindsay asked? "Ask anyone here, that was a fair match."

   Truck cast around in desperation, but the mood of the crowd was clear; no one was going to back him-up on this.

   "The way I see it you have two options," Lindsay was saying: "you honour the bet and live with the fact you were beaten by an All-State gymnast, and you wouldn't be the first football player that's happened to. Or...you go back on the agreement and the whole school finds out you not only lost to a freshman girl, but you wouldn't honour your word."

   Truck's look was withering. He stood and left the table without a word.

   "That was freaking awesome!" Ryan was all but dancing with joy. "God Linz, that was incredible! Amazing!"

   Lindsay had a huge, electric smile on her face. Just like a competition, she was still coming down off the high. "Wasn't bad was it?" Turning to Billy, she was taken aback by the vacant look on his face.

   "BB? You OK?"

   He blinked twice as the room swam back into focus. "Huh? Ya, I'm good." He looked Lindsay in the eye and said in a soft voice; "Thanks Linz."

   "Hey, no big. Hopefully it works and Truck backs off."

   "We have not seen the last of him," Nadia injected. "He will not let what you did go."

   Lindsay was looking at Nadia weighing the ramifications of what she was saying. Meanwhile Ryan caught Billy's eye with an inquisitive look. Billy looked down, then up and gave Ryan a look of frustrated exasperation. "Again?" Ryan mouthed. Billy nodded.

   "Best we get going," Ryan announced helping Billy from his chair while stepping in between his small friend and the two girls. Billy held his backpack in front of himself all the way to the door.

   "Dude, you have got to develop some self-control."