Larry's telephone rang the next morning.Larry's telephone rang the next morning. "Hello," he said. "Hi, Sweetie, guess who?" Margo's voice purred. "Yeah, Margo, what's up?" "Here's the address of the gym for tonight's little contest. Ready?" "Margo, are you sure you want to do this?" "What's the matter, getting cold feet?" the voice taunted. "Chicken..." "Just give me the damn address," he snarled. Larry grabbed a pen and paper and wrote the address down. "Eight o'clock, right?" he said. "Right you are, Babe. Don't be late," Margo warned. "By the way, I've invited some friends along to watch. Is that okay with you, or will you be too embarrassed to get beat in front of a crowd?" "Bring along whoever you want, big talker. I just hope they won't be too disappointed when you lose," Larry retorted. "My, aren't we confident!" teased Margo. "See you later." Larry slammed the phone down. "Bitch!" he muttered. Larry arrived at the designated address at a quarter to eight that evening. He parked his car in front of a square, run down two story building. A sign above the door read "Dominique's Amazon Gym - Members Only". A tall young black woman dressed in a sweat suit and smoking a cigar leaned against the wall next to the door with her arms crossed. "You Larry?" she asked. "Yeah." "Come on in. Everyone's here." She tossed away the cigar, then opened the door and motioned Larry through into a hallway that smelled of leather, liniment, and sweat. "Sorry there's no men's locker room, never needed one," the woman continued. "We cleaned out a utility closet for you." She indicated a door on the right. "Hope it's big enough." "It'll do. Thanks, uh..." "Name's Dominique." As the woman stuck out a large paw and shook Larry's hand, he noticed that her shoulders were exceptionally wide and she towered above him by a good seven inches. |