The ten reps were done and he leaned over her to increase the weight. “You like this one, don’t you.” She teased, smiling.He looked back at her,...deadly serious. “It’s an important sympathetic burn-phase exercise. We’re utilizing the muscles you didn’t work earlier to compensate for those that are exhausted.”Michelle frowned. He wasn’t biting. This was not fun.“Yeah, I bet I won’t be able to walk right for a week.” She said it and looked dead into his eyes. It was the kind of look she gave that. The law that prevailed most strongly in Paradise was that no faith or religion had any sway over the practices or interests of another. Nonetheless, this didn't prevent the Soldiers of Christ punishing the reprobate as best they could when their actions could be disguised in the midst of the harsh exercises they practised together. The traitor was soon so badly injured that he spent the majority of his stay in Paradise not in double gravity, but in the more weightless surroundings of the space. " She stopped outside the patio gate and put her slippers on. "My ears were burning. I hope you're not boring our nice neighbor with silly stories," she said to the girls, with a very stern look that seemed to say, "Zip it!" Could she have heard the talk about her and her "protege" from inside the hut? She looked at me, and smiled. "You must be Ashley's Mr. Connors." Yes! And you are Alexis! I would have known you anywhere!" I said. "She said you're handsome. She was right."I would have loved. "I really am sorry. I acted like a jerk. I'm happy to grovel, just tell me for how long." Dee tilted her head and studied him. Apparently satisfied, she nodded. "All right," she said, and stood up. "I have to get back to work. You—" she pointed at Dom "—don't ever do anything like that again." "Yes, ma'am," he agreed. He lowered his eyes to the floor, the picture of remorse, and Dee couldn't hold back a laugh. She squeezed his arm on her way out and he knew he was forgiven by at least one of.