Katie
By boomer
 

I recently had the oppportunity to have a strength encounter with a
celebrity journalist named Katie.  I can't tell her name, but her show
is not on yesterday or tomorrow.

I was strolling down 5th Ave one early afternoon when suddenly I heard
a shout of help and stop thief.  A young hoodlum with a pocketbook was
running down the street towards me.  Doing what any brave concerned
citizen would do I stuck out my foot and tripped him.  He hit the ground
hard and was dazed.  A policeman came over put the cuffs on him.
the victim of the snatch came up to reclaim her pocketbook and thank
me.  It was Katie.  She said she would like to thank me for being so
brave and what could she do.  As a celeb femuscle fan it was as if a
portal from heaven had opened up.

I told her I would like to visit her show and ask a few questions.  The
visit was arranged for the next morning.  I even got a a brief appearance
on the show and an on air thank you.  After the show we were in her
dressing room talking and she changed out of suit into casual slacks
and a short sleeve shirt.  It was then that I mentioned about her having
been a gymnast in her youth and rumors of her well defined biceps.

She laughed and said guys on the set were always teasing her.  I asked
if a hero rated a look and she laughed again, rolled up her sleeve,
and flexed.  Nirvana.  It was like a softball had been implanted into
her arm.  Not cut and defined,  but big.  After feeling it, let me tell you
it was hard.  She told it was basically natural since her workout routine
was mainly aerobic with some light weight work thrown in.

I asked her about the time she armwrestled her sidekick (call him
Matt for want of a better name) on the air and lost.  Once again she
laughed (great laugh too) and said Matt was pretty strong but she 
easily could have won.  She just didn't want to destroy his ego and
reputation in front of millions of people.  Now it was my turn to laugh
and say people always said they let the other person win.

Katie got a serious expression on her face and said "want to try
me?"  I looked to the sky to express my thanks.  Being the cool
guy that I am I stuttered sh sh sh sure.

She put her elbow on the table and said come on over here.  She 
seemed very confident and I was getting nervous and excited at
the same time.  I grabbed her hand and was surprised by the 
strength of her grip.  She asked if I was ready and I said go.  Now
she's a tiny thing despite her overdeveloped arm so I figured I
would play with her a little.  Big mistake.  She quickly gained
the advantage.  Come on hero, I'm half your size she said.  I
gave it all I had and moved her back to even and then gained a
slight advantage.  It was there I came to a halt and there I knew
I might be in trouble.

Katie was laughing again.  Look at my arm she said.  I could see
some bicep but the round mound she had flexed for me before.
What do you think will happen if I go full throttle she said.  I did
and didn't want to know.  Give it a shot little lady I said bravely.

With that her bicep expanded to mythic proportions and my arm
started on a journey to defeat.  I gave it my all but it only slightly
delayed the inevitable.  Her bicep looked like it might explode as
the downward movement of my arm accelerated with a boom that
might have registerd on the Richter scale as my hand pounded
the table.

I didn't know what was more bruised, my knuckles or my ego.  This
tiny celeb with the big guns had beaten me.  Somehow I knew had
she gone all out from the beginning the match would have been over
a lot more quickly.  What do you think hero she said.  I said I was
very impressed and that she should be proud of her strength.  Katie
said she was but that being a serious journalist came first.  Off the
air she loved showing off.

I thanked her for a great time and asked for one last flex.  Her arm
seemed even bigger, no doubt pumped up from the match.  I gave
one last squeeze to file it away in my memory banks for all
eternity.  I thanked her again but she said "No, thank you.  Heroes
desereve a reward and she hoped I enjoyed mine."

I left and knew I better head for my favorite house of ill repute.
When I got there I saw a padlock and a sign that said closed by
order of the Mayor of New York.  Something about cleaning up
the neighborhood.  Oh well, the memory would last until I got home.
Never underestimate the power of Katie.