“It had better be a good one. Can’t be friends with you until you become friends with my future wife, and you don’t want me as an enemy,” grow...ed Henry. The animalistic nature of his voice conveyed a greater threat than the content of his message.She stared at him unable to believe anyone could be that huge. It wasn’t that he was all that tall, although he was. It was that he was broad with muscles that seemed to be built on top of muscles. Two average men could stand side by side and only. I didn’t really expect anyone to be home.After two rings I asked K-T to open the garage door. She had received the ‘arm’ signal for the alarm when Abdul left the house, so she was able to calculate the next code with ease. The garage door opened silently and a fluorescent light flickered on. I heard the starter struggling, with that specific sound I always associate with Kate’s hamster gnawing the bars of his cage. Heh ... Kate’s hamster. That was a while ago.Okay, story time: she’d had it for. He leaned forward and pushed to stand. No wobble this morning. Joints were all tight, feet were stable for a change.Nodding to himself in satisfaction, he grabbed a pair of shorts and shirt. Getting dressed was a little more challenging, but as long as he wore loose clothing, it didn’t catch on his metal parts too often. Since he couldn’t drive anyway, his garage doubled as a gym. He slid the main door open, and cracked the side entrance to get a little circulation. The Florida heat was already. "Ask me again after this little girl finishes rehabilitating my knee." The word "ask" slipped out as "ax." Leon wanted to know when my girls would show up and asked if they were cute."Swimmers are like gymnastics, pure muscle," I said."They like to fuck black dudes?" he asked."Not sure they know any black guys," I said. Swimming has few African-American participants. Both my teams were white."They'll all want one after they see this," he said, flexing and showing off biceps nearly as big as my.