" McClint's eyes widen. "That fine young thing has a kid? What the hell kind of exercises does she do to keep a shape like that?" Blake shakes his hea.... "I dunno...but I have a couple different exercise positions in mind for her, if you're up for it." McClint chuckles and nods. "Well, we have been talking about doing this for a while now. And if she's as nervous as you say, she's probably willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this situation." "Just what I was thinking, partner," Blake. Bud Ellsberg, the president of the Camden and Spearfish Lake, had been a football player once, and a pretty good one for the Marlins at that, so he knew the drill. He tried to cut Josh and Danny as much slack as he could with the scheduling, and had had a couple of words with Coach Hekkinan, an old teammate, about the times that the boys couldn't make it to practice."I don't know what I need conditioning for, anyway," Danny complained from the back seat. "It's not like I've been sitting on my. Seen people do that before, know ladies who’ve let it happen to them. Pissed me off.” “I’ve never backed down from a fight in my life, even picked a few. Called him out, said a few things, he took a swing. Flattened that little shit, right there.” No pride in his voice, just a flat statement of fact. “Nobody said a word. He had it coming.” “Took the rest of the afternoon off, told Amy that unless she wanted to live the rest of her life like that, she needed to let me help her. She agreed, thank. ' OK. Well, he wouldn't have much time once he'd started, so he'd pose her beforehand, doubtless having a good feel in the process; he'd have set up the camera on a tripod – a hand-held exposure would be out of the question – focussing it and checking the composition of the picture, and then putting the lens cap on.'I noticed his trousers were gaping open, and she inserted her hand inside, fondled him, and he slipped his arm round her and stroked her bare shoulder, and she wriggled against him,.