" In fact, what Aldo – for that was my employer's professional name – wanted, was not a trainer in the true sense of the word, but basically a tam... asshole to fuck whilst he was training. I don't know if you guys have any idea of the total and utter dedication that such fanatical, professional, naked bodybuilders – NBBs as they call themselves – have to the sport; that's what they call it, by the way: a sport!" They have what, by any normal standards, is a horrible life, dedicated 24/7 every. But now my heart was thundering in my chest and my cheeks were burning. He saw me hesitate, and said, "Or the manager, it's all the same to me." I couldn't afford to lose the job and this was my first day (or I wouldn't have been wearing those stupid shoes). The manager didn't know me, he'd always take the customer's side. And I suppose the towel thing really was my fault. I stood up and then knelt across his lap. I could imagine him looking down at me, seeing my arse outlined in the charcoal. Anyway, you see the pictures, maybe some video from YouTube, but everyone says you had to be at the wedding fair to believe it. God knows enough people were there—and enough reporters covering them.Saturday edition—Central New Jersey BeaconToday is the day of the much anticipated wedding of local businessman Sean Richards and photo-image consultant Sheila Schwartz. The wedding will feature horse drawn carriages, handled by Amish drivers. Traffic along the route (see map inset) will be. Manasares pulled up in another tan pickup, and the platoon swarmed into action unloading what looked to be plastic milk crates painted drab, full of some kind of gear, loading it all on the boat.Lenore gave j.g. Manasares a pointed look, but the man ignored her. The Chief watched her with a smile, and she nodded. Test me, huh?Lenore stepped over the gunwale and almost had her foot squashed under a heavy crate set down at just that moment. Picking her way to the pilot station with distaste, she.