While she didn't have an especially pretty face, and she was not especially curvaceous, she could have been used as the definition of "hardbody." I ha...e no idea how much she worked out, but she had more stamina than our cross-country team and better muscle definition than our football players. Rumor had it that during vacations she participated in triathlon competitions. I could easily believe it.I dropped by the gym after school, and knocked on the door of the P.E. office. Mrs. Richards's. No word. Nor was she picking up her phone. Maybe she was in the shower. He shook his head, picking up his sweatshirt and darting out the door to make the quick jog back towards Madi’s. Hand rose to knock before he stepped back waiting for the door to open. When it finally did it was barely a crack, Madi’s face peered from the sliver, eyes red and puffy, her sweatpants and oversized t-shirt an obvious sign that there would be no dinner, at least not in the near future. ‘Dimitri, this is a bad. Yes, I can see you New Years' Eve." Then it's a date! Do you have a place where I can crash for the night? I don't want to be driving back to Chattanooga with all the drunks that'll be on the road."She smiled indulgently. "I think we'll be able to find a spare bedroom for you."I spent some time over the break catching up with friends from high school. It was kind of sad how the old gang broke further and further apart every time I was home. Girlfriends in other cities, colleges too far away to. Jasmine is uncomfortable with his dirty feet on the table. But she answers without paying too much attention and looks around the room where she is. The shutters are closed and a bare bulb shines a horrible purple light on the room. There is a poster of Claudia Moore nude, nailed to a moth-eaten poster of the Last Supper.“Are your parents still alive? - Only my mother... - Where does she live? - In Bahia. - Do you live alone in Rio? - No ... Actually, now, yes. My friend went to spend Christmas.