Then she went over to the free weights and set up for my next exercise."John, come here. Now we're going to work on your hamstrings and your glutes. I...'s called a squat. I want you to hold on to this bar and make believe you're going to sit in a chair. Again we're not concerned with the weight. It's more important to keep your back as straight as possible and maintain good form all the way through the movement. Give me three sets of twelve."When I was done, she had me walk to the center of the. You can't let this team back into the game," adrunkard next to Ron noted while he turned to Ron."Damn right," Ron replied with faux enthusiasm.'Please dear, God. Take it to the house. We suck for Christ's sake,'Ron thought as he saw the ball traveling to an open receiver down field.Ron struggled not to cheer as the player ran into his team's end zone andspiked the ball."Shit," the drunkard exclaimed."You knew they weren't going to shut this team out," another noted."One could dream," Ron. Still, I religiously set out a few loop snares every time we stopped for the night. We had yet to catch anything, but at least the cadre knew we were diligently trying.On our second target, our team leader cooked up a diabolical ambush that damn near wrecked the deuce and a half the opposing forces were using as a rolling target. The cadre sergeant on the truck was impressed enough that he threw us down a couple of live chickens, ten pounds of rice and two empty number ten cans. Greg Tomatsu,. It could have been a private apartment, set between the thriving businesses on Sunset Strip.However, the unadorned entrance was no indication of the club's reputation. Peter Grant had owned a number of night spots in the Los Angeles area. Each time he closed out and moved to a new location he brought his old customers with him, as well as building a larger clientele from newer contacts.The Tomb's reputation was Peter's. The army of followers that had come with him through the last ten years.