Finally, after I told her my story, Wendy said, "So, it looks as if you've finally met a man you can trust... and you fall head over heels in love wit... him." I... I guess you could say that," I said after thinking about it."That explains the school-girl crush," Wendy said, mostly to herself. "How important is Jim to your self image now?" What do you mean?" I asked, confused by the question."Look at it this way," Wendy said. "He's helping you lose weight. Now, we both know that he's doing it in. His arms were well muscled, with biceps so big that Lonna wouldneed two hands to feel all the way around one of them. His legs, whichwere almost unfairly long, were so well defined that they might havebeen sculpted. Thanks to the heroine's too tight shirt, Lonna could evenconfirm that the man had washboard abs.Too bad it was all wasted on David. Someone who couldn't fight, didn'twant to kill, and wasn't even a woman! Even ignoring whether Lonna hadgotten the spell right, or whether she'd gotten. I knew that voice, it was unfamiliar now, but I knew it from long ago ... I found enough nerve to creep closer, flattened against the side of the shed, near the open door. The light was on, heavy footsteps shuffled on the bare concrete..."Where is she Margaret? You must tell me ... I'll make you tell me, and enjoy doing it, because now it doesn't matter ... I'll never have to do this again, so I might as well..."CRACK! And another howl from Em." ... make the most of it ... you didn't used to. I took off my shirt and showed him that I was big but that he was probably more muscular. He stripped off his dress shirt revealing a white wife beater over a fur-covered muscular torso. The hair barely stopped at his neckline and it was clear that he shaved at least once a day to keep his smooth chin. He must have known at that point that I was going to be on my knees in front of him because he lifted both arms up and flexed his biceps for me to drool over. Doing so, another wave of natural.