Defeat at the Pool   Part 3
A boomer story	


This is a continuation of the worst day of my life.  I had already
lost armwrestling matches to my daughter Linda and her friend
Debbie.  Now my wife Julie was getting ready to do battle.  My
wife had been a gymnast in college and had been very strong
at the time.  However, that was over 18 years ago and as far
as I knew she hadn't exercised a day since.  Was it possible
there were still reserves of strength in her 5'4'' 125 pound body.

I was still in shock that my little girl could outmuscle me as
easily as she did.  My wife's emotions were of incredulity
mixed with a little contempt.  "Whatever happened to man
I married" she said.  "Not even strong enough to beat
teenage girls in armwrestling."  She went on to say she
had always respected me as the man of the house but
maybe it was her turn.

She raised her arm and flexed her bicep.  Once again my
jaw dropped in amazement.  Had I been blind all these 
years.  Herarm bulged with knots of muscle.  Both my
girls were bulging with muscle and had no clue.  Maybe
I had been spending too much time at the office.  Seeing
my expression my wife Julie started laughing.  Didn't I
ever wonder why she had a bar in the laundry room.
It wasn't there for hanging wet clothes.  Seemed she had
never stopped doing chinups all the years of our marriage.
I had no idea.

Come on Mr Macho, let's see if you can beat your tiny
little wife, Julie said.  She put her arm on the table with
a confident expression.  I grabbed her hand and realized
I had no advantage.  However, I was determined to retain
some dignity.  This was my wife after all.

My daughter Linda said go and we went at it.  I was
obsessed and managed to gain the advantage.  This
was more like it.  I looked up at my wife with a 
confident look that was soon shattered.  Julie had
a look of pity in her eyes.  I looked at her arm and it 
looked like it was at total rest.  I pushed with all
I had and gained exactly nothing.  Julie started
laughing as Linda cheered her on.  I don't think
I'm ever cleaning the house again Julie said.  That's
womans work and it looks like we have a new
man of the house.

What was going on here.  I thought ours was a
loving relationship.  Sure I was a little chauvinistic
but I never knew it bothered her.  Julie told me to
watch her arm.  Her bicep expanded slightly and she
pushed me back to even.  I grunted with another bid
but she held me off.  Keep watching she said.
Her bicep seemed to explode as she slammed my
arm to the table as if she were pushing a wet dishrag,
which was bout how my arm felt.  She held my arm
down for about 10 seconds, then pulled it up and
slammed it down again.  I was totally helpless
against my "little wifes" bicep power.

She released my arm and demanded I admit she
had the muscles in the family.  I hesitated so she
flexed her bicepin my face.  Feel it she said.  I did
and it almost hurt it was so hard.  Admit it Julie said.
I was forced to confess that my wife was stronger
and had the "manly" muscles between us.  My
precious daughter Linda was laughing hysterically.
I want a picture she said.  Julie sat in the chair
and made me bow down before her.  She flexed
her bicep in triumph as Linda took the picture.

Right at this moment the gate to the yard
opened and in walked my mother-in-law Nancy.
What's going on here she said.

This isn't happening I thought.

to be continued