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Savannah thrust upwards with her legs. The rhythm of the cast iron weights rising up and crashing back down was satisfying to Savannah's ears. She loved lifting weights. She knew that getting big wasn't just about drinking muscle milk and eating ice cream; that alone would make her fat. Weights were crucial, and they helped Savannah tone her big butt and develop her powerhouse thighs.

5:30 a.m. and she was thirty minutes into her workout, and her muscles were feeling the fatigue of lactic acid build up. Savannah focused on developing power, and the best way to do that was with heavy weights and low reps. She was one of the shortest girls on the Lady Red Raider's softball team. While Savannah couldn't do anything about her lack of height, she could compensate by being one of the strongest.

With a fierce grunt Savannah powered through her last rep on the leg machine. She leaned back on her seat, picked up her towel, and draped it over her sweaty head. As she wiped the perspiration from her face she focused on her breathing. As she rested she turned her attention to a petite blonde who was attempting the bench press machine. It was the same blonde that Savannah spotted in the parking lot unloading the SUV with her wiggy MILF mother earlier that week.

Throughout her workout Savannah had been secretly watching the blonde. Savannah was intent on figuring out whether the blonde's magnificent mane of hair was a wig. But every time Savannah snuck a glance over at the blonde, the blonde was doing whatever exercise she was doing incorrectly. The blonde was a workout equivalent of a hot mess. Determining if the blonde's hair was a wig soon became a secondary diversion as Savannah tallied up all the ways the blonde was doing things wrong.

Savannah watched as the blonde attempted to do reps on the bench press machine. She was doing it all wrong, with her hands in the wrong position and her neck craned upwards. It was infuriating. Savannah took her weight lifting seriously and the cute little blonde was making a mockery of it. Why waste the time working out if you weren't going to do it right?

Finally Savannah could take it no longer. Her father Hank believed in “Just Do It”, and if you listened to him long enough he'd have you have half convinced that Nike stole the slogan from him. Savannah marched across the gym to the blonde.

“You're doing it wrong!” she blurted to the girl.

The blonde let the bar drop and looked up at Savannah who was now standing over her, hands on her hips. “Excuse me?” the girl said.

The blonde was wearing tight little maroon shorts and a white t-shirt that said “Aggie Cheer” in maroon letters. She was probably looking for guys rather than seriously working out, but it made no difference to Savannah.

“I said you're doing it wrong. If you are going to be in my gym, you should do it right.”

“Doing what wrong?” The blonde sat up and looked at her. Savannah now had her full attention. Savannah was suddenly self conscious of her perspiration. The blonde wasn't sweating at all after her sham of a workout.

“The Nautilus incline press,” Savannah stated.

“Oh is that what you call this thingy?” the blonde said, nodding backwards at the cable and steel apparatus behind her. “How am I doing it wrong?”

“Number one, you are supposed to push it all the way up, not just halfway. Number two, when you come back down you don't just let the weight drop, you ease it down slowly, or you are missing half the benefit. Number three when you lift you don't hold your breath. You'll hurt yourself that way.”

“Do you want to show me?” the blonde got up and Savannah took her place at the machine. Savannah leaned back on the bench and grasped the bar with her hands a comfortable distance apart.

Savannah performed the first rep, her arms shooting upwards as she wasn't expecting the light weight. The next two reps she did more slowly in proper form.

The blonde giggled.

“Do you think I'm being funny?”

“No, don't get upset. I just think it's funny that you marched over here to give me tips.”

“It's about doing it right!” Savannah exclaimed.

“Of course it is. But I'm just here to do a little workout and have fun. You can't expect me to lift like you can. You look like a cross between Jessica Simpson and a Sherman tank!”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Savannah replied sharply. Talking to the blonde was even more frustrating than watching her workout.

“It means if I met you in a dark alley I wouldn't know whether to kiss you or run for my life.”

Savannah blushed. She didn't know if the blonde was mocking her or flirting with her. But if she was flirting with her, it was a waste of time. Savannah wasn't into girls.

“I'm Lexi Ryder,” the girl thrust her hand forward. “I'm with the cheer team.”

“I never would have guessed,” Savannah replied sarcastically as she shook the blonde's hand. “I'm Savannah Hill, I play a little softball.”

“Well I'm sorry I took up your precious time,” Lexi replied. “Thank you for the instruction. I'll let you get back to your workout.”

Savannah moved over to the dumbbell section to work on her arms and shoulders. She watched as Lexi finished her own workout, and gritted her teeth as Lexi proceeded to use every machine incorrectly, completely ignoring Savannah's advice. If anything she seemed to purposely be doing things wrong, just to rub it in. What made it worse she looked as cute as hell doing it.

Finally Lexi gathered up her gym bag, and she looked up and caught Savannah staring at her. It was too late to avert her eyes, so Savannah just met Lexi's gaze and smiled. Lexi winked at Savannah and flashed a thumbs up. Finally the attractive blonde cheerleader left the gym, her gear slung over a slender shoulder.

After Lexi departed Savannah wrapped up her workout, as her heart was no longer in it. She still didn't know whether Lexi's spectacular blonde hair was a wig, but wig or no wig Lexi was real hottie. Savannah knew that she didn't like girls, but perhaps Lexi was the exception.

With her husband deployed and her only child in college, Ally Ryder was lonely. At least her best friend Chandra Hoagland was in the same predicament. She smiled warmly as she saw Chandra already planted into a booth at Chili's, digging into a heap of nachos. Ally strode over to where her friend was sitting.

“You couldn't wait for me to order?”

“I was hungry and you were late,” Chandra said as she deftly loaded up a chip with cheese and salsa.

“Is it wise to be eating for two when your boy is already grown and off to college?”

“I don't know if it's wise, but it sure is fun!” Chandra replied with a mouth full of nachos.

Ally laughed and sat down across from her friend. Chandra always had a way of brightening her day. While Ally wound herself up about things, Chandra was relaxed.

“So do you miss Corb?”

“I was bawling my eyes out when he left. I think he was even startin' to tear up. How about you and Lexi?”

“Ummmm... Yeah it was kind of the same deal.”

“I doubt that little firecracker of yours shed a single tear. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love you. You should be proud of her. You've raised a confident and independent young woman.”

Ally had known Chandra so long that Chandra could see right through Ally's lies, so there was no point in pretending any different.

“I just want things to be perfect for her, and I worry about her so much! Even moving in down in there, it was so windy! I thought our wigs were going to blow off, but thank God Zach Brady saw us and came over and helped.”

“Ally you don't need to worry about Lexi's hair. No one can tell she wears a wig. I've known about your hair since we were freshmen in high school but I never suspected that Lexi was bald until Corben told me.”

“Yes but Zach Brady knows that Lexi wears a piece. What if he tells the other kids?”

“Zach Brady has his mind on other things than Lexi's hair. He's a goof, but he is a good kid at heart. You can count on him to look after your daughter.”

Even while conversing with Ally, Chandra was making quick work of the nachos. She had already finished two thirds of the appetizer by herself.

“Isn't that supposed to be for, like, three or four people?”

“I missed breakfast,” Chandra replied. “Anyhow, Corb is calling me every day. But I think he misses Lexi more than he misses me. He has really fallen hard for your girl. I think he wishes he was at A&M with her, but we just couldn't afford it, what with him having a full ride at Rice and all.”

“There will be plenty of girls for him at Rice. Before long he will meet someone else and forget about my Lexi.”

“I'm sure that plenty of guys at A&M will be after your little cheerio.”

Ally groaned and slapped her hands to her forehead. “If it weren't bad enough already, you had to go and put that thought into my head!”

“Ally I'm confident that your girl can take care of yourself. If she can handle the likes of Corben Hoagland and Zach Brady, she can handle anyone.”

Description
- Two -

Savannah thrust upwards with her legs. The rhythm of the cast iron weights rising up and crashing back down was satisfying to Savannah's ears. She loved lifting weights. She knew that getting big wasn't just about drinking muscle milk and eating ice cream; that alone would make her fat. Weights were crucial, and they helped Savannah tone her big butt and develop her powerhouse thighs.

5:30 a.m. and she was thirty minutes into her workout, and her muscles were feeling the fatigue of lactic acid build up. Savannah focused on developing power, and the best way to do that was with heavy weights and low reps. She was one of the shortest girls on the Lady Red Raider's softball team. While Savannah couldn't do anything about her lack of height, she could compensate by being one of the strongest.

With a fierce grunt Savannah powered through her last rep on the leg machine. She leaned back on her seat, picked up her towel, and draped it over her sweaty head. As she wiped the perspiration from her face she focused on her breathing. As she rested she turned her attention to a petite blonde who was attempting the bench press machine. It was the same blonde that Savannah spotted in the parking lot unloading the SUV with her wiggy MILF mother earlier that week.

Throughout her workout Savannah had been secretly watching the blonde. Savannah was intent on figuring out whether the blonde's magnificent mane of hair was a wig. But every time Savannah snuck a glance over at the blonde, the blonde was doing whatever exercise she was doing incorrectly. The blonde was a workout equivalent of a hot mess. Determining if the blonde's hair was a wig soon became a secondary diversion as Savannah tallied up all the ways the blonde was doing things wrong.

Savannah watched as the blonde attempted to do reps on the bench press machine. She was doing it all wrong, with her hands in the wrong position and her neck craned upwards. It was infuriating. Savannah took her weight lifting seriously and the cute little blonde was making a mockery of it. Why waste the time working out if you weren't going to do it right?

Finally Savannah could take it no longer. Her father Hank believed in “Just Do It”, and if you listened to him long enough he'd have you have half convinced that Nike stole the slogan from him. Savannah marched across the gym to the blonde.

“You're doing it wrong!” she blurted to the girl.

The blonde let the bar drop and looked up at Savannah who was now standing over her, hands on her hips. “Excuse me?” the girl said.

The blonde was wearing tight little maroon shorts and a white t-shirt that said “Aggie Cheer” in maroon letters. She was probably looking for guys rather than seriously working out, but it made no difference to Savannah.

“I said you're doing it wrong. If you are going to be in my gym, you should do it right.”

“Doing what wrong?” The blonde sat up and looked at her. Savannah now had her full attention. Savannah was suddenly self conscious of her perspiration. The blonde wasn't sweating at all after her sham of a workout.

“The Nautilus incline press,” Savannah stated.

“Oh is that what you call this thingy?” the blonde said, nodding backwards at the cable and steel apparatus behind her. “How am I doing it wrong?”

“Number one, you are supposed to push it all the way up, not just halfway. Number two, when you come back down you don't just let the weight drop, you ease it down slowly, or you are missing half the benefit. Number three when you lift you don't hold your breath. You'll hurt yourself that way.”

“Do you want to show me?” the blonde got up and Savannah took her place at the machine. Savannah leaned back on the bench and grasped the bar with her hands a comfortable distance apart.

Savannah performed the first rep, her arms shooting upwards as she wasn't expecting the light weight. The next two reps she did more slowly in proper form.

The blonde giggled.

“Do you think I'm being funny?”

“No, don't get upset. I just think it's funny that you marched over here to give me tips.”

“It's about doing it right!” Savannah exclaimed.

“Of course it is. But I'm just here to do a little workout and have fun. You can't expect me to lift like you can. You look like a cross between Jessica Simpson and a Sherman tank!”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Savannah replied sharply. Talking to the blonde was even more frustrating than watching her workout.

“It means if I met you in a dark alley I wouldn't know whether to kiss you or run for my life.”

Savannah blushed. She didn't know if the blonde was mocking her or flirting with her. But if she was flirting with her, it was a waste of time. Savannah wasn't into girls.

“I'm Lexi Ryder,” the girl thrust her hand forward. “I'm with the cheer team.”

“I never would have guessed,” Savannah replied sarcastically as she shook the blonde's hand. “I'm Savannah Hill, I play a little softball.”

“Well I'm sorry I took up your precious time,” Lexi replied. “Thank you for the instruction. I'll let you get back to your workout.”

Savannah moved over to the dumbbell section to work on her arms and shoulders. She watched as Lexi finished her own workout, and gritted her teeth as Lexi proceeded to use every machine incorrectly, completely ignoring Savannah's advice. If anything she seemed to purposely be doing things wrong, just to rub it in. What made it worse she looked as cute as hell doing it.

Finally Lexi gathered up her gym bag, and she looked up and caught Savannah staring at her. It was too late to avert her eyes, so Savannah just met Lexi's gaze and smiled. Lexi winked at Savannah and flashed a thumbs up. Finally the attractive blonde cheerleader left the gym, her gear slung over a slender shoulder.

After Lexi departed Savannah wrapped up her workout, as her heart was no longer in it. She still didn't know whether Lexi's spectacular blonde hair was a wig, but wig or no wig Lexi was real hottie. Savannah knew that she didn't like girls, but perhaps Lexi was the exception.

With her husband deployed and her only child in college, Ally Ryder was lonely. At least her best friend Chandra Hoagland was in the same predicament. She smiled warmly as she saw Chandra already planted into a booth at Chili's, digging into a heap of nachos. Ally strode over to where her friend was sitting.

“You couldn't wait for me to order?”

“I was hungry and you were late,” Chandra said as she deftly loaded up a chip with cheese and salsa.

“Is it wise to be eating for two when your boy is already grown and off to college?”

“I don't know if it's wise, but it sure is fun!” Chandra replied with a mouth full of nachos.

Ally laughed and sat down across from her friend. Chandra always had a way of brightening her day. While Ally wound herself up about things, Chandra was relaxed.

“So do you miss Corb?”

“I was bawling my eyes out when he left. I think he was even startin' to tear up. How about you and Lexi?”

“Ummmm... Yeah it was kind of the same deal.”

“I doubt that little firecracker of yours shed a single tear. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love you. You should be proud of her. You've raised a confident and independent young woman.”

Ally had known Chandra so long that Chandra could see right through Ally's lies, so there was no point in pretending any different.

“I just want things to be perfect for her, and I worry about her so much! Even moving in down in there, it was so windy! I thought our wigs were going to blow off, but thank God Zach Brady saw us and came over and helped.”

“Ally you don't need to worry about Lexi's hair. No one can tell she wears a wig. I've known about your hair since we were freshmen in high school but I never suspected that Lexi was bald until Corben told me.”

“Yes but Zach Brady knows that Lexi wears a piece. What if he tells the other kids?”

“Zach Brady has his mind on other things than Lexi's hair. He's a goof, but he is a good kid at heart. You can count on him to look after your daughter.”

Even while conversing with Ally, Chandra was making quick work of the nachos. She had already finished two thirds of the appetizer by herself.

“Isn't that supposed to be for, like, three or four people?”

“I missed breakfast,” Chandra replied. “Anyhow, Corb is calling me every day. But I think he misses Lexi more than he misses me. He has really fallen hard for your girl. I think he wishes he was at A&M with her, but we just couldn't afford it, what with him having a full ride at Rice and all.”

“There will be plenty of girls for him at Rice. Before long he will meet someone else and forget about my Lexi.”

“I'm sure that plenty of guys at A&M will be after your little cheerio.”

Ally groaned and slapped her hands to her forehead. “If it weren't bad enough already, you had to go and put that thought into my head!”

“Ally I'm confident that your girl can take care of yourself. If she can handle the likes of Corben Hoagland and Zach Brady, she can handle anyone.”