I Hate Muscles  pt. II




I never fully introduced myself in Part 1. This is a growth story. I have
decided to write a "chapter a week" to make it a serial. I hope you enjoy it.

"Why do men find that all sexy?"

"I mean if I had the desire to bench press all day I could be a muscle woman.
But why would I? I happen to like my Vera Wang evening gown without biceps
ripping out through the sleeves." said Amy.

Without their knowledge John Holcomb was barreling down the highway. People
think of truckers as a stereotype and John fit the bill. The mesh hat he wore
on his head seemed to scream redneck and his scraggly mustache beckoned
nobody. He was a dedicated driver for the Biotek Corporation and was often
received bonuses for transporting toxic materials. This was another of those
trips and John was starting to feel the effects of 14 straight hours spent on
the road. He was on his seventh Pabst Blue Ribbon when he fell asleep.

Meghan saw him fist ... ."Aim, watch out"

It happened fast. As John's Biotek truck jackknifed all three girls screamed.
The Jetta rammed into the truck with unbelievable force. Lara was thrown
through the windshield landing on the pavement thirty yards away. Her
concussion blessfully blocking out the pain of her broken fibia. Mgehan was
blessfully unaware when her arm was torn from her torso. Amy was not as
"lucky" as the other two. As Amy hit her head on the dashboard the last thing
that ran through her mind was the bodybuilder she saw just minutes before.

Medical personnel were on the scene within minutes, working desperately to
revive the three traumatized women.

CHAPTER 2 - RECOVERY

Lara awoke groggy. She looked around unsure of her surroundings.

The typical questions came to her mind ... ."Where am I? What happened? Where
are my friends?"

A nurse stepped into the room. Lara rolled her eyes in her direction and asked
the same questions verbally.

The nurse answered "You have been through a terrible trauma. You and your two
friends were involved in an awful automobile accident. I can assure you that
you are under the best medical care and you can look forward to an exciting
future."

"What about my friends ... ..Meghan and A-A-Amy" Lara started to weep.

"They are alive, although in a little worse shape than yourself. You
experienced the least of the radi-"

"That's enough Nurse Martinez"

Dr. Mason walked in. An imposing man who looked ten years younger than his
age. He had a well built body that was not the norm on a 60 year old man. His
white lab jacket caused a bit of curiosity in Lara.

"We are here to enhance your life Ms. Garcia"

Lara took in that thought ... .and many more as well. She looked around. This
was like no hospital she had ever been in. The room was all white. A crazy
thought in her mind said she was in a low budget 80's video with the Thompson
Twins or Hall & Oates.There were no flowers from family and friends, no
television (she was a devout watcher of Rikki Lake and Friends), and no
telephone.

"I need to let my family know I'm OK""

"Not quite yet. You have undergone a radical procedure that needs time to
recuperate. There will be no outside contact with anyone"

"But why???"

"Soon Ms. Garcia you will know ... .soon"

With that Dr. Mason proceeded to inject Lara with yet another "pain
medication"

The itching was out of control.

"Fuck-an-A ... .what the-" Meghan screamed. The constant itching was
unbearable. She had awoke the night before and came to the realization that
her right arm was gone. She was heavily drugged at the time and did not
comprehend the full extent of the situation. This morning was a different
story. She pressed the red button beside her bed repeatedly.

Moments later a nurse arrived.

"Can I help you?"

"You can start by telling me where the fuck I am ... .where my arm is ... ..
and why I have all these tubes coming into me."

"I can't tell you that."

"Fuck you" said Meghan. While Meghan uttered those words she had different
thoughts in her mind. Unknown to her friends Meghan was secretly found a
beautiful woman attractive in a sexual sense. Meghan's nurse was tall, toned
and the envy of every man's dreams (or in this case woman's dreams) Meghan
eyed her butt as the swayed through the room. Despite the constant itching
Meghan's eyes wondered.

Unbeknownst to Meghan, the nurse threw a casual glance towards Meghan's way.

Deep in the restricted area of the compound, Amy was still. Monitors were
hooked up to all parts of her body. She had already been given a much higher
dose than her friends and the results were beginning to show.

... . coming soon Part III