The Daily Story

This is more of an addition to yesterday's story.

SKYthewolf and I had just left the weight training room, after approximately 70 curl ups. My abdominal muscles had been reduced to a quivering pile of jelly, and quite frankly, I don't know how Skythewolf does it. Well anyway, I was walking, quite weakly, to the locker room, and I don't remember what we were talking about when we walked in there. But this time, I wasn't so lucky. Skythewolf grabbed my arm and said: LOOK. I looked. And whatever part of me that wasn't murdered bloodily from our last episode... just asphyxiated. It was worse. Much worse. Bad enough to make your Great Aunt Bessy have a heart attack in her coffin. And plenty enough to make your eyes melt out of your head. And your brain to come squirting out of your ears and every other orofice that a liquid brain can reach. And - uh. Well, I should actually get to what we're dying of first... Yeah. Okay. Its also a calendar. But think- its in the girls office. SO basically, its a muscular guy on a beach who forgot his clothes.. all of it... and forgot there was a photographer around, and forgot how to sit properly as well. The only mercy allowed was a teeny yellow Post-it note where clothes should have been. (Yeah, you know what I feel now, right?) ANd then SKYthewolf and I exchanged glances, and then nodded. Yup, its blackmail time. :)