The Interview By Fragilistic frag902@yahoo.co.uk My editor had insisted on me doing a piece for the Sunday feature section of our paper, The Daily Tribute. I had to drive out to the sticks to interview a 16 year old girl who had one a competition or two in weightlifting and was also captain of her school wrestling team. Real Pulitzer prize journalism this was. I had asked for one of the junior guys to cover this but to no avail, I was told in no uncertain terms that it was my story and I had to do a good job. So here I was knocking on the door of the Waldenberg's house at 7pm as agreed. I was shown into the living room where Mr. and Mrs Waldenberg were relaxing and reading the evening papers. "Hello", I said, "I'm Peter Stanford from The Tribute. We spoke on the phone earlier today." "Yes, yes, do come in and have a seat dear", said Mrs Waldenberg. "Maria, can you tell Simone to come and join us, and to be quick about it." The housekeeper nodded, and headed of in the direction of the large winding staircase that dominated the entrance hall. A few moments later Simone skipped lightly into the room, wearing a black figure hugging leotard. "Hi", she said brightly, rushing over to shake my hand. It was a very firm grip and I winced slightly from the pressure. As she released my hand from her powerful grip and stepped back, I got a good look at her. She was barefoot, about 2" taller than me, so around 5'9" I guessed. Her face was pretty, angelic even, and she had shoulder length chestnut brown hair. Her body however was that of a powerfully built woman, with more muscles than I had ever seen on. Her legs were massive, and her arms were huge even when un-flexed. Her chest was broad and powerful, her breasts large and firm and her nipples poked proudly through the thin cotton fabric. "I'm, er, I'm here to interview you, Simone, for our, er, Sunday feature section" I stammered, intimidated by this powerhouse of a teenager standing before me. "Sure, what do you want to know", she grinned. "Well, lets start with how you first got into weightlifting ?" I asked. "Oh easy. I've always been strong, mum says I get it from my grandparents on her side of the family, and one day at school coach suggested I try out to see how much I could lift. In my first season I broke the school record. And I've never looked back." "And the wrestling ? " I asked. "It sort of just followed on naturally from the weightlifting", she shrugged. "She really is very strong", her mother chipped in, looking over the top of her paper. "The boys on the wrestling team won't wrestle her anymore, she just crushes them, the poor mites." I swallowed hard, and was sure that it must have been audible to Simone and her parents. "Why don't I show you ?" Simone suggested eagerly. "Yes, why not, it'll be fun", her mother added. "Oh really, must we always have wrestling in the living room ?" her father asked. "Quieten down dear, go back to your paper", Simone's mother told him. "Now just a minute, I only came here to do an interview, I don't think it's appropriate for ..." Before I could say another word Simone stepped forward and seized me in a bear-hug, lifting me off the floor and parading me around the room like a prize. I tried to struggle but her grip was like iron, my arms were tightly pinned to my sides, my chest mashed against her firm breasts. "Look mother, he's so light, I can carry him easily" the teenage amazon boasted. "Yes dear, I can see", her mother said over the top of her paper. Simone skipped across the room with me pressed tightly in her arms, like a plaything, as she squeezed me tighter and tighter. "He's so much lighter than the boys on the wrestling team, he hardly weighs anything at all. I could hold him like this all day long." Simone crushed me tighter against herself, and as the room started to spin and I began to see stars, I wondered if she had any idea of how strong she really was. "Mother I do believe I could break him quite easily. Might I break him, just a little ?" she asked in her high girlish voice. The force of her hug was becoming unbearable, and my head lolled against her shoulder. I panicked at her words and renewed my struggles, but I couldn't squirm out from her grip or find any purchase on her massive solid thighs. "No dear, you may not break Mr Stanford. Now put him down, he looks like he's had enough." "Oow, do I have to ?" Simone whinned, not releasing her grip at all but in fact tightening it another notch. I could feel my ribs bending under the pressure. "Yes, now put him down at once." Simone gave one last petulant squeeze before placing me gently on the carpet. I lay there for a few moments, gasping, stunned at what this teenage titan had just done to me, almost crushing the life out of me with seemingly little effort. "Do you have enough material for your article Mr Stanford ?", Simone's mother asked. "Yes maam, yes, more than enough" I gasped, before bolting for the door. It would be a long time before I recovered from that interview.