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I ran over to the gym as fast as I could. Amy had stolen the vial of unfinished formula and if she drank it, there was no way to know what would happen! I was trying to save her, but since she did steal it, she would deserve whatever happened to her! When I got to the gym, I got so tongue tied trying to explain that the snooty girl at the front desk didn't even want to be bothered with listening to me! I decided that I would just change into some gym clothes and go find Amy without telling anybody what I was really looking for!  The gym was filled with huge bodybuilders, pumping iron and glistening with sweat. It was very exciting to see such large and muscular physiques working out and pushing their strong solid muscles to the limit. I was almost inspired to pick up a pair of ten-pound dumbbells and do curls, but I spotted Amy right away talking to a gorgeous dark haired hunk who worked at the gym as a personal trainer. His body was so cut up and huge that I had to stop and catch my breath before walking over to them.
I finally got my nerve up and marched right over, knowing that I would make a scene.
"Amy Milligan! You are a thief!" I accused her in a loud voice.
She looked shocked that such a sound could come out of skinny Sherri. She looked at the guy, who had a smug look of conceit on his face, but I stood my ground. "What are you talking about, beanpole?" she asked derisively. "You know what I'm talking about! Hand it over!" She laughed and like a brat, ran away to the locker room. I was about to follow her when the guy put his beefy arm in front of me and held me back. "What are you doing!" I cried, helpless in his muscular arms. "Let me go!" I struggled but he just picked me up and carried me to a work out bench where he held me down while laughing at how weak and puny I was. I felt so humiliated that I started to cry. | |
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