" "And you've never seen me lift weights, either." "And you've never seen me lift weights, either. On the other hand, I've seen your arms and legs, Skinny. I've got a pretty good idea of your strength." A smile touched Margo's lips briefly. "So let's go on the evidence you've got." "Well, you're a couple of inches taller than I am," Larry mused. "You've got a pretty athletic build, from what I can see. But I still can't believe you're stronger than me." "What would it take to convince you? Do you want to see who can lift more weight?" "Weightlifting's no good, technique means as much as strength." Larry thought a second. "I used to be a pretty good wrestler in college. Why don't we wrestle to see who's stronger?" Margo laughed again. "You think the stronger wrestler always wins? You've admitted you know something about the sport, what if I don't? I'd say that would give you something of an advantage, wouldn't you?" She shook her head, sending drops of perspiration to the floor. |