The season had just ended and Mikie wanted to bestronger for the next season.. Dr. Zaaijer suggested she go to the gymand work out with weights. She...hadn't really done that before. Not realstrength training, although she did a lot of bicycling to increase herendurance. But now he convinced her to try some weights.For Jack, Dr. Zaaijer convinced him to do lots of stretching typeexercises to relieve the pain in his back and shoulders.. Jack wouldtake Pilates classes and do all sorts of. ”“What! You don’t do Jameson, and I don’t really, either.”“You did with Jefferson.”“I had no choice!”The bartender comes back and gives me a fucking smirk, knowing this shot is the one that’s going to put me over the edge. He probably thinks I’m exactly like Jefferson. Douche.I eye the shot like it’s going to stab me. Valerie giggles. “It’s just a shot, Michael. Don’t be a pussy.”It’s the first time she’s said my name all night. I turn to her and she must notice it, too, because her cheeks turn. If she's alive, she's probably ninety. What about modern sexy names like Britney or Courtney? But I digress…I found Danielle while aiming to raid a grocery store about a mile from home. I and surely others picked clean both the grocer and derelict deli nearest my place. So I had to range wider.Approaching the store, I heard a boy sing, "Come out, come out, wherever you aaaaarrrre!"Snickering that I heard told there were at least three others with him. So I went for cover."Gotcha!"I heard a girl. I was the only one who wasn’t applauding. He looked at me, confused. But I couldn’t understand his confusion; I was too taken up by to notice why. He then got off the stage and started socializing with his fans. But I still stood there, not moving one inch. I forgot all about my friends who ran to him, in order to congratulate him for his wonderful performance, and flirt a little. Then something unbelievable happened he walked in my direction. He then asked me the most absurd thing that I.