The deadly-legged schoolgirl
By Jimp
Man can't keep away from a girl with extraordinary strong legs


(c)Jim P 2014

The name is Steve Morris and this is my sorry tale. I was brought up by my
mum, Julie. My dad, her cousin, Scott is hardly ever around and when he is, he
usually leaves after stealing our money. He's a whiny four-eyed git and I
can't stand him. However he did give me one good piece of advice when I once
complained that he never gave me any pocket money. "I ain't a bank" he said
"If you want pocket money scrounge it off the weaker kids. That's what I did
when I was at school". That served me well, unlike dad, who is a bit of a
weed, I'm a 6 foot 215 pound muscular sporty type. That means most kids are
weaker than me, however I find the younger ones less hassle and easy prey. In
fact the main reason I stayed on at school as a caretaker was because I liked
collecting my taxes from the kids to supplement my minimum wage. I'm 31 now
and I enjoy the look of terror on the kid's faces as I take their money. No, I
didn't feel bad about it. It's only natural for the strong to pick on the
poor, I see it everyday on the news. You only have to look at how our ruling
class keep crushing the working classes while allowing the bankers to get away
with it.

Most of the teachers around here are on the make as well and daren't kick me
out. You get to see a lot of girls developing into real hotties, some become
real jail-bait real early and some of them know it and flaunt it. I'm very
careful when it comes to that. Not that I'm not attracted but I play it safe.
However I know plenty of the staff, both male and female, who act like kids in
a sweet shop. I have the photos, names and dates ready to go to The Police if
need be.

One fateful day, I saw this scrawny little girl that I hadn't seen before
behind the classrooms during break. So I went over and loomed over her
menacingly, which is easy to do when you're built like me. The girl didn't
seem fazed in the slightest. She was barely 5 foot if that with quite a cute
fresh face that still bore a childish look. There was a stubby little nose,
chubby cheeks, big green eyes and a small mouth with thick natural botox
looking lips. Long strawberry-blonde hair framed her roundish face. She didn't
look like one of those mouthy estate kids but a nice kid from a good home. A
regulation white blouse draped over a thin scrawny figure with the school tie
neatly tied. Below this was a short grey pleated skirt with white socks and
sensible black shoes. I didn't linger on her thin bare legs. That was a
mistake. All I saw was fresh meat. "I'm Steve, the caretaker. You're new here.
This is how it works. You give me half your dinner money each day as tax and
you don't get pounded" I told her. "I'll even protect you from the bullies at
no extra charge".

The girl didn't seem in the slightest bit intimated. She just looked up me
with a bored expression on her youthful face and said "I'm Elle and here's how
it works". Her voice was soft and sweet, her large green eyes brilliant and
penetrating. "You will go away and leave me alone or I will break you badly".
I've met cocky kids before who thought they were tough but she didn't look one
of them. "Are you a black belt in kung turkey or something cos that's the only
way a scrawny little brat like you would be saved from a pounding" I cried.
Her skinny figure made me confident she wasn't and I knew to avoid those
types. She clearly wasn't one of those athletic types or a gymnast or swimmer
with thick strong muscles which I avoided too. No, she was just a scrawny
little brat heading for a beating. Still she didn't look scared or the
slightest bit nervous.

Without saying a word she walked over to the corner of the building, close to
my workshop. That's when I saw that the back of her slim bare legs were shiny.
Was that muscle tone? No, I must be mistaken, she was too scrawny to be an
athlete. Yet her calves seemed to stretch her socks into thick shapely swells.
I didn't get time for a proper look because she turned around and picked up
this old fashioned metal fire bucket. I watched with amusement as she opened
her legs wide trying to get the fire bucket between her slim thighs. As she
did, the hem of her pleated skirt rose and I saw fleeting impressions of what
appeared to be slim quads in her long thighs. No, that couldn't be right, if
someone gave her a barbell she would fall over because she was so scrawny. She
managed to shove the metal bucket between her thin thighs close to her knees.

I watched with curiosity, as she managed to lock her ankles while standing
then in disbelief I saw her smooth thin bare legs turn hard and rocky. A sleek
unmistakable rectus femoris muscle, that's the downward pointing one at the
top, swelled up in the middle of each leg while long slab-like bulges grew on
her outer thighs. I even saw the tail of the pear shaped vastus medialis on
the inside edge of her slim upper legs. From all my days in the gym, I
recognised those muscles of the quadriceps appearing as if from nowhere on
this girl's thin legs and I was stunned. The fire bucket began to make these
clanging, banging and scrunching noises as the girl's thighs got rockier while
trembling with exertion. Then slowly but surely while popping and crunching,
the bucket began to lose its circular shape at the end becoming more oval as
the girl slowly straightened her legs. The muscles in her legs just kept
growing larger and harder, getting more defined by the second as the bucket
was crushed out of all shape. I just couldn't comprehend what I was seeing.
This scrawny girl's legs were now bulging with sleek hard muscle more defined
than most athlete's and many body-builders that I'd seen. They weren't thick
and bulky but sleek lean and hard looking.

Elle had her eyes closed in serene concentration while her expanded thighs
quivered with unmistakable raw muscular power as the bucket continued to
crunch, pop and snap under immense forces. I was totally mesmerised by what I
was seeing and just kept gawping. By the looks of her slender muscular legs
the bucket didn't stand a chance and warped and bent inwards. I knew these old
buckets were well made from thick solid metal yet this little schoolgirl was
slowly crushing it flat like it was thin aluminium. The metal bucket screeched
out it's torment as it slowly flattened out. The long hard muscles in her pale
thighs stood proud looking like some kind of alabaster statue. They looked
impenetrable, the metal now severely weakened collapsed under the pressure
until the sides touched. I was stunned for the girl's once scrawny thighs had
expanded to a good solid size bulging with very defined sleek hard muscle. The
bucket flattened, her thighs deflated returning close to their normal size yet
now looking more shiny and pumped. Removing the flattened fire bucket, she
threw it at me and instinctively I caught it.

I was speechless for I had never seen anyone do anything like that and doubted
that I could either let alone a petite skinny fresh-faced schoolgirl in her
uniform. Elle didn't say a word, she just strode past me and walked away with
a strange smile on her face. That was when I realised I had an absolute
monster of a massive boner straining stiffly at the front of my trousers. Not
for her, I hasten to add, I'm no paedo but there was something raw and
powerful about that demonstration of strength that my made dick incredibly
stiff. I stared after her. Her socks had slid down below her calves and I saw
they too were shiny and well developed, although quite thick. They waxed and
waned as she walked, the effect intoxicating my stiffy even stiffer. I hurried
back to my workshop, using the flattened bucket to cover my embarrassment. My
boner just wouldn't down so I had to, er, never you mind. I tried tugging on
the sides of the bucket in case it was some kind of prank but it was now one
solid plate of metal. Putting the remains cross-ways into the vice, I tried to
use pressure against the thin sides to open it up but it was useless. I could
barely believe that the slim thighs of a schoolgirl had the strength to crush
it into a flat piece of scrap.

As I said, I'm very careful when it comes to the temptations of jail-bait,
I've seen too many teachers get caught. But that night all I could dream about
was Elle's skinny legs swelling up with sleek hard well-defined muscle and
destroying that sturdy metal fire bucket. Each time, I awoke with a rock-solid
boner. Let's get one thing clear, I'm not a paedophile, I didn't fancy her or
was into muscular women. I found a bit of defined calve or shapely legs very
sexy but that was as far as I went. Yet there was something about Elle's slim
legs and how they shone with tone, how they could go from smooth and thin to
hard, rocky well-defined bucket destroying monsters. I couldn't stop thinking
about that incident and worried that I was getting obsessed with her. That was
bad for someone in my position. I asked the other kids about her but they just
knew her as the new girl who was quiet and kept herself to herself.

A few days later at lunch-time I found Elle sitting on a low wall outside my
workshop. Before I could say a word, she calmly pulled a large watermelon from
her bag, opened her legs and shoved it between her pale skinny thighs. I found
my anticipation rising as she locked her small ankles then began to straighten
her legs. Immediately thick sleek shiny slabs of highly developed quadriceps
emerged from her upper legs. They really were unbelievably well developed for
a girl so young and so skinny. Quickly her quads swelled to an awesome size
looking as hard as steel. PLAT! the melon simply exploded under the pressure
of her sleek rippling thighs with a big wide red gash deepening in its side
like a gaping mouth as it lost all rigidity. A short deluge of watery innards
dumped upon the floor making my dick lurch in sympathy. Yet her hard bulging
thighs continued to squeeze the fruit slicing it almost in two as she closed
her thighs together. Despite myself my dick lurched stiffly again and again at
the sight of this leggy power.

"H..how do you do that?" I managed to get the words out through my dumbfounded
mind. I realised that didn't sound right so tried again "I..I mean how are
your legs like that?". She fixed me with those big green eyes then told me
"Plyometrics. Mum thought I was too skinny and needed exercises to keep me
healthy. Did nothing for my weight though". I stared at her, none the wiser.
She sighed like I was thick, then explained "Plyometrics is a training
technique which involves high-impact jumping. It's exhausting". She became
more animated, talking excitedly "Sometimes I have to jump back and forth over
a 2-foot post for a total of 3 minutes wearing a 20lb weight. I then have a 30
seconds break before doing it again until I've done 10 reps. I also do depth
jumping where my legs have to deal with up to 6 times my body weight". I begun
to understand how she developed those amazing legs. She continued "In another
exercise I jump from a 2-foot high box, land on the ground and then spring
back up to the box. It's very hard and I have to keep it up for 10 minutes. It
really makes my leg muscles burn. I get 2 minutes rest and have to do it all
over again for another 4 reps". "Sounds like torture, why bother ? Why do it
at all?" I asked. "Because my parents love me and mean well, exercise is
addictive and besides it means I can do this" she replied.

From her bag she pulled out a round green hard ball which I guessed was some
kind of food about the size of a football. "It's a coconut" she said in a
snobbish sneer like I didn't know what it was (I didn't). "The nut is inside
the flesh" she continued explaining like I was dense. She tossed it to me and
I was surprised by how hard and heavy it was. "Tougher than a man's skull" she
explained then took it from my hands and placed it between her thighs. Once
more her ankles locked except this time she raised her legs off the ground so
that they were at a slight angle. "I close my eyes to concentrate on crushing
the object" She told me as she did precisely that. Gripping the nut with the
muscles just above the knees, she began to flex. Her sleek shiny quads jumped
up into bold relief larger than before as she squeezed the nut. The muscles
bulged together looking very hard indeed as she tried to straighten her legs.
Trembling and quivering, they pressed inwards upon the seemingly impervious
nut. "I visualize my legs coming together and that nothing can get in the way
to stop them" she told me still with her eyes closed in concentration. She
increased the pressure, her quads hardened into ridges with sharp cuts between
each muscle. "I don't stop until my inner thighs meet" she said.

For a while it seemed nothing was happening then suddenly her thighs seemed to
leap in towards each other with a loud pop. A thin fountain of watery milk
spurt out from between her legs as they cracked through the skin and the nut
within. Again my dick reacted uncontrollably at the amazing destructive power
of her legs. She continued to squeeze. With a series of cracks and pops the
green ball between her thighs distorted and flattened as her legs continued to
completely crush the nut flat until her inner thighs touched each other.
Opening her eyes and staring at me, she opened her legs and let all the
crushed pieces fall to the ground. I could clearly see that this had been a
coconut now by the shattered pieces with the white flesh attached. My body's
reaction to this amazing display of raw leggy strength was similar to the
coconut losing its milk when her legs first broke through. Ellie just smiled,
got up and walked away.

That new demonstration of the breaking power of her legs just made things
worse. I couldn't get out of my mind what I had seen and how my body had
reacted. That more than anything really disturbed me. I was confused about the
strong effect this scrawny little kid had on me. Yes I realised that it was
that extraordinary power of her legs that my body was responding to and not
Elle herself. Still, it disturbed me enough not to go out and collect my taxes
for almost a whole week. Even when I steeled myself to leave my workshop at
break time, unless it was raining, Elle would be sitting on the low wall
outside. Her presence unnerved me so much that I would peek at her through the
window wishing she would go away. Mum's moaning about the drop in my rent
money snapped me out of it. I was a man, a Morris and I wouldn't let some
scrawny little kid and her freaky legs stand between me and my tax money.

The next day at break time I got out there early to collect my taxes with a
vengeance. Walking back towards my workshop with my pockets feeling nice and
heavy I saw a familiar scrawny little kid in her uniform sitting on the wall
outside. I was going to ignore her until she spoke. "I began to think that you
were hiding from me" the little brat said cheekily. I ignored the remark and
strode up to her and did some looming. "It's tax time. Pay up or get shut up"
I sneered. Once again she didn't seem in the slightest bit bothered and
reached into her bag and pulled out another watermelon. "Yeah I've seen that
trick now cough up" I said. She ignored me and spread her thighs with her
calves pointing inwards so that her legs were forming a sort of diamond shape.
Placing the watermelon between the bottom of her calves, she told me "You
haven't seen this". Her feet went up onto her toes. I found myself holding my
breath as her calves flexed to an unbelievable size out of all proportion for
such a scrawny little thing. Angled as they were towards me they looked like
wide spades. They seemed rock hard with razor-sharp definition between the
muscle and the surrounding tendons. PLATFH! a horizontal tear across the
middle of the fruit and a spurt of juice marked it's disintegration. The
schoolgirl continued to squeeze with her calves and the tear opened up to
become a wide gape showing the red inside.

Once more my dick reacted making me feel uncomfortable. I tried to get a grip
on my feelings and concentrate on making an example of the freaky little brat.
Grabbing her roughly with both hands I hauled her to her feet. "Pay up!" I
growled shaking her about. BLAM! "Orrrrpfffhh!" I wailed as her bony little
knee

pistoned up fast driving right through my muscled gut taking me completely by
surprise. The cramps in my gut were so strong that I couldn't stop myself
creasing forwards with only her grey pleated skirt, white socks, black shoes
and bare legs to look at. "I warned you what would happen if you didn't leave
me alone. I gave you enough hints" Ellie's voice had a edge to it I didn't
like. To my surprise the legs in front of me spread open as they went into a
wide-legged crouch that on a thicker girl would be erotic. She went onto her
toes and her amazing calves bulged. "Look here" she pointed and I gawp at the
thick adductors like an open pair of steel scissor blades running along the
inside of her upper leg into the triangle at the base of her white knickers.

"Now see what they can do" she said. With that she slapped both hands upon the
back of my shoulders then leapt up with her legs opening wide as if playing
leap-frog. The very act of her pulling herself up while I was stooped and
winded almost made me lose my balance. She leapt up until she was sitting
towards me on my shoulders with her slim thighs clamped around my neck. My
centre of gravity was thrown off balance and I fell forwards with Ellie
clinging on like a limpet. Luckily the playground had been recently rubberised
for health & safety. Just before we hit the ground she managed to throw
herself off to one side so I didn't fall on her with her legs forced my face
to turn towards her.

"Urkkk!" I croaked as her adductors sliced into the sides of my neck like the
steel blades they resembled cutting off the blood flow to my brain. Trying not
to panic and work fast, I grabbed her thighs with my hands to pull them away.
"Urrkkk!" I croaked as her slim thighs swelled beneath my hands tightening up
further on either side of my neck like iron bars. "Tug on my legs and I will
squeeze harder and you've seen how hard I can squeeze" Elle warned. Her thighs
felt as hard as steel under my hands and I could feel how much they had
expanded. My eyes blurred and my brain felt fuggy. In alarm I tried clinging
onto the rocky slim legs and tug at them yet they remained rock solid.
"Kkkkkkk" the pressure soared to eye-watering levels that made me scared she
would break my neck. Her thick adductors sliced into the arteries in my neck
so hard like a pair of scissors that I feared they would cut them.

The weakness hit me like a brick wall. I suddenly no longer had the energy to
keep my hands raised and they slid from her thighs to the ground. My head was
completely woozy and I could no longer keep my eyes still or in focus. There
was a buzzing in my ears and my face felt warm. I could barely believe, I had
never lost a fight but now my neck was being cut in two by a skinny little
schoolgirl. Horror of horrors, my dick was solid inside my trousers as the
thought that I was about to be knocked out by a girl barely half my age with
legs like steel did strange things to me. "Urhhhh!" my eyelids flicker
uncontrollably. In fright my body starts to spasm in a horrible manner as my
eyelids close and everything whirls in darkness and my body shuts down. Still
those dreadful thick steel hard adductors dig painfully into my neck as drools
runs from my mouth until I'm right mnnnnnnah

"Munnnh!" I woke with a start to the smell of flowing piss followed by rapidly
disappearing footsteps and boyish laughter. Trying to move my head, I found I
couldn't. My neck hurt like blazes and when at last I managed to get to my
feet I discovered that my pockets were empty. The kids must have robbed my tax
money.

The next morning my neck was so stiff that I actually had to call in sick and
go to doctor's, which is something that I never normally do. He told me that I
had severe bruising of the neck and asked whether I'd been in a fight which I
quickly denied. I had to wear a neck brace for 4 weeks and even then it was
several more before I could move my neck without pain. From then on, Elle was
on my 'to avoid' list as too much trouble to be worth the hassle. However I
kept remembering how her freaky legs crushed that fire bucket and all that
other stuff and thought myself lucky that she hadn't broken my neck with those
crazy adductors. In fact for months I went out of my way to avoid her.
Gradually the soreness disappeared and the feeling of humiliation faded
especially after the long summer break followed by the school being closed for
teacher's training (yeah in Britain teachers close schools for training after
they've had 6 weeks off on holiday!).

Another school year, another intake of tax payers. It wasn't long into term
when I ran into Elle sitting on the wall outside my workshop with her legs
crossed reading a book. I gazed at her legs which were shiny and toned with a
firmness and slight brawn about them. "Enjoying the view" she said without
looking up from her book. "Why don't you take a picture? It will last longer"
she said. I was going to ignore the cheeky brat and go inside but seeing her
legs again re-ignited my curiosity. "Elle" I said while looking around to make
sure there were no teachers watching. "I've got some scales inside". She
looked at me as if I were weird. My mouth was going dry, anxious that the
words came out right. "We could er measure how strong your legs are. You know,
er, properly". What was I doing? One part of my brain told me to keep my
distance, the other was running excited thoughts of seeing those amazing
muscles once more. I felt stupid for asking and knew she would say no, so I
turned to unlock the door.

"You sure you don't want to get me in there to do pervy things to me?" her
voice piped up. "Because if you do, I will break you badly" she warned. "No, I
promise I'm just curious to measure how strong your legs are" I said quickly
trying to reassure her. "OK" she said, putting her book in her bag. "But this
better not be another attempt to make me pay your silly tax" she said standing
up and putting her bag over her shoulder. Was she a little less scrawny? "I
hate bullies" she mumbled as she walked towards the door. I led her in,
closing the door behind her and locking it. Her eyes narrowed accusingly. "I
don't want anyone walking in on us" I explained "I don't think they would
understand if they caught me measuring a girl's legs". Elle seemed to accept
that and started to have a good look around my workshop.

"Wow! You've a lot of stuff in here to crush!" she exclaimed looking at all
the old tools and equipment. "No, it's school property, not for you to break"
I said quickly. "Much of it is stuff that teachers put out for scrap,
particularly woodwork and metalwork. I bring it here to repair" I explained,
leaving out the bit about selling it on with the money going into my pocket.
Elle gave a delightful little chuckle "I'm just teasing, silly. Now where's
these scales?" she asked. "I'll get that in a minute but we need to take some
baseline measurements first" I told her. After a bit of rummaging around in
various drawers on the big old wooden workbench, I pulled out a tape measure.
"Your legs swell up really large when you're crushing stuff. The difference in
size between your legs when they are relaxed and when they are flexed is
astonishing. I want to measure just how much they expand" I told her.

Without asking her permission I got down on my knees and put the tape around
the middle of her bare upper leg. "21 inches" I read off. "You better not be
doing this so that you can touch up my legs" she warned. I ignored her and put
the tape around the thickest part of her calves. "11 inches" I read. There was
an old blackboard on the wall and using some chalk I wrote the figures upon
it. "We'll do the same when they are flexed" I said. A bit more rummaging
around and I pulled out an old set of bathroom scales. It was one of those
flat ones in a metal case with a rubber coated pressure pad and a circular
dial. I made sure it was centred on zero then handed it to her. "Put this
between your knees then squeeze as hard as you can" I told her. Elle jumped up
onto the workbench with her legs dangling over the edge and began to put the
scales flat between them. "Let me get the tape in first" I said quickly and
dropped one end of the tape between her thighs, caught it then pulled it
loosely around her right thigh then placed the ends on the worktop. "OK, go
for it" I told.

Elle closed her legs and locked her ankles holding the scales firmly in place.
She closed her eyes and seemed to go into a trance blanking everything out as
she concentrated on squeezing. Her legs tried to straighten and immediately
dense yet sleek quads leapt out upon thighs that had a second ago been slim
and smooth with no sign of any muscle. Just being so close and watching them
pop into life gave me a sense of inferiority as they flexed into incredible
definition and extreme prominence. From smooth to powerfully defined in a
split-second, her fast-twitch fibre response was incredible. The circular dial
shot right around but I couldn't clearly read it and lent closer to get a
better look. My face got close to that thick mass of well-developed rockiness
and believe me they were really impressive and quite intimidating. Before I
had realised I was doing it, my hand was reaching to feel those quads. Quickly
I stopped myself and turned my attention to the dial. I had to look again to
make sure I wasn't seeing things. The dial had spun right around off the end
of it's scale and was threatening to break the end-stop!. The scale went up to
250 lbs, but the pressure from Elle's legs was way over the scale's limit. A
stiff paralysis spread rapidly over my manly regions.

With nervous shaking hands I picked up the ends of the tape measure and
adjusted it around that awesomely powerful bulging thigh. "25 inches" I gasped
in disbelief. An expansion of 4 inches! Contracted hard they looked incredibly
solid, so much so that I doubted anything except solid steel or granite could
have stood up their expansion. My hand moved towards those dense quads
standing proud and strong in sharp definition. She was so wrapped up in her
mental concentration that she didn't react as I placed my hand gingerly on her
quads. The stiffness in my pants magnified as I felt her smooth skin stretched
taut over muscle that really were as hard as they looked.

CRACK CRACK CRACK a series of cracks and crunches made me jerk my hand back in
alarm but Elle was still engrossed with her eyes closed focussing on bringing
her inner thighs together. To my astonishment, the top half of the plate was
bent inwards at a severe angle. I don't think Elle even realised and kept
squeezing her legs together. I wanted to feel her legs again and stretched out
my hand. Suddenly her eyes flew open as her legs came together and I quickly
pulled back my hand. "What were you doing?" she asked in an accusing tone.
"N..nothing" I replied "Y..you broke my scales". She pulled out the flattened
object from between her legs that had now begun to go back to their normal
size. "Oops" she said then asked "how strong was that?". "I...I don't know, it
went right off the scale. Over 250lbs" I gasped. "And 4 inches expansion,
that's unbelievable" I said excitedly as I got up and went over to the
blackboard to write down the figure, praying that she hadn't seen the strain
in the front of my trousers and hoping that it would go down quickly - it
didn't.

"Well that's that then" Elle said and jumped down from the workbench. "No, no"
I said, thinking quickly. I really didn't want her to go just yet, I needed to
see more of those amazing legs. "I've got a real old-fashioned set of scales.
Real strong ones. Come on" I said then led her by the hand to the back of the
workshop. Here the roof sloped so low that you could touch the ceiling without
even needing to go onto your toes. Right at the back was a big metal weighing
machine like you used to get in hospitals. A big thick metal plate upon which
you stood before a sturdy metal column that came up to your chest with a big
oval shaped head which housed the curved dial around which a metal pointer
indicated your weight. Waist-high, a tubular metal handrail enclosed the the
plate on three sides. "How am I going to get that between my legs?" the girl
by my side said. "You don't. You will stand on it and try to exert as much
pressure as you can through your calves" I told her.

Elle stepped onto the plate and stood still while I moved a little brass
pointer set outside the glass to where the big pointer was. "This records the
force exerted by your weight alone" I explained "You will try to push the
pointer above this". I dangled the tape measure in my hands "I will also be
measuring your calves" I told her. Facing the dial, Elle closed her eyes and a
serene look came over her as she got into that mental state. Holding the rails
and with her knees straight she began to press forwards with her toes, slowly
lifting her heels. It was like slabs of chunky steel moved to the top of her
nicely shaped calves and solidified. I was astonished by the difference in
size between her small ankles as her calves swept out on both sides with a
beautiful curve almost like an inverted bowling pin. Each outer calve bulged
densely outwards while the inner was a sharply defined downward spear head
with a thick cliff-like edge to it. As I watched, the outer calves too become
more defined and hard edged with a deep sharply defined arrow shaped notch
between the calve heads. They looked somehow sensual and so sexy that I had to
stop my hands running up and down them and getting turned-on.

I glanced at the dial and was gob-smacked to see the pointer trying to push
pass the end of the dial at 500lbs! It only took 283lbs of pressure to crush a
human skull. I had looked it up following that episode with that coconut. With
hands shaking with excitement and a loud beating heart I knelt down and
measured her sensationally shaped and densely flexed right calve. "17 inches!"
I gasped in amazement. From 11 inches to a whopping 17! So close to those
powerful looking perfect specimens, I couldn't help it and began to run my
hands over them, drinking in their denseness and solidity. Something else of
mine became solid. I was staggered by the deep sharp edge to her bulging
diamonds. "What are you doing?!" Elle shrieked. I jerked back my hand but it
was too late, I had been caught in the act. "I..I" the words were stuck in my
mouth. She turned to face me, looking furious as she glared at me kneeling by
her feet. Embarrassment turned to anger, why should I be scared of what a
little schoolgirl thought? "OK, I was copping a feel but your calves are
sensational. I just had to have a feel. Get over it" I told her. Ellie didn't
reply, instead she lifted her leg and placed her foot in the middle of my
chest. Before I could get my hands to it, a huge surge of pressure was
directed at my chest and I was flung onto my back.

Elle stepped forward and put both feet on my chest. She wasn't that heavy so I
wasn't that bothered. "Get off you brat or I'll stand on you and see how you
like" I growled trying to sound menacing. Remember that I told you that the
ceiling sloped low where we were? Well very slowly the strawberry-blonde began
to straighten her legs whilst pushing her hands against the ceiling. The
pressure on my chest grew. I've got a broad muscular chest but even so the
balls of her feet in her shoes were right upon my breastbone and were pushing
it down. "Get off!" I gasped remembering how she sent the scales right off the
dial. Her legs were right in front of me and I could see the rippling of the
muscles in her calves and thighs. A pulsing vein throbbed in the side of her
calf amidst hardening muscles. She'd pressed over 500lbs on those scales but
how much pressure would break my chest? I began to worry. I wanted to tell her
to stop but found to my horror that I couldn't say anything. The pressure
flowing through her calves and into her feet made it hard to breathe let alone
speak. Elle's quads hardened into dense ridges and her knees were nearly
straight. I grabbed her feet and tried to push them off but it was like
pushing against two lampposts. From the front, her calves looked rock hard and
despite my predicament I had to confirm it and felt as they slowly contracted
under my fingers while exerting a phenomenal force through her toes down on my
ribs. Jeez! I was sure I could feel them bowing under the pressure! Still her
expanded well-defined legs drew my attention.

I could just about reach the lower part of her quads and they too were hard as
a rock. My fingers discovered a very solid landscape where I could feel every
little ridge and valley. Her legs were even beginning to get cut-up with veins
and tendons rising to the surface. In the presence of such feminine power my
dick was throbbing like crazy. Still the pressure continued to soar making me
genuinely alarmed. I tried to rolling to my left or right to throw her off and
escape her crushing feet. Yet the muscles in her young legs rippled beneath my
hands as she adjusted her balance to counter my efforts and ride my chest. I
saw her lock her knees then flex her quads to the maximum. The thought hit me
that I was being crushed to death by a little schoolgirl! I could see that she
was deep in that mental state focussing on nothing else but to flex every
muscle in her legs as hard as she could get them. Already the muscle heads of
her quads bulged massively making me feel so weak and helpless in their
presence. I was certain that Elle had forgotten I was under her feet. She was
going to kill me without even realising it!

I slapped at her bulbous muscular calves but it was like hitting marble. In
response Elle flexed her calves still more and I felt the sharp ridges swell
further. With morbid fascination and increasing shortness of breath, I felt
the muscles shorten and widen as they contracted. Her toes pressed down until
her feet were fully extended and her calves massive. Ugh! I could barely
breathe and my face felt red. Looking from the front, her calves flared out
from the sides of her long slim shins. The large veins on the insides were
visibly popping out. No please! I prayed silently hearing my ribs creaking
under pressure. My head was swimming, unable to draw breath. Panicking that
she was going to knock me out again and not notice until she busted my
rib-cage, I somehow found the last dredges of energy to use my legs to buck my
body violently until she lost balance and fell off.

I was going to get the brat in a headlock and throttle some respect into her
but all I could do was lay on my back panting and gasping for air. Suddenly
like a persistent terrier, the little schoolgirl leapt on top of me straddling
my waist and tried to pin my arms to the floor. It was like a gnat trying to
pin a buffalo and I laughed at the absurdity. Seizing her small hands I began
to sit up while she struggled in vain to stop me. I chuckled at the
frustration in her face "Not so tough now are you? Now that you can't use your
freaky legs".

For a second I saw the look of concentration as she slid her legs down between
mine, they felt silky smooth and it wasn't unpleasant. As I felt her feet lace
around the inside of my shins I realised what she was doing, but it was too
late. "Arghhh!" the next second I'm screaming as my legs are ripped wide open.
I've wrestled jocks who've put me into a grapevine press, but none had me
crying out in the first second like this little brat had. "Argggh!" she had
simply torn my legs wide apart like they were a wishbone. "Argh!" the tendons
in the top of my leg and my joints burned and hurt as she tore me apart like
paper. I thought I had strong muscular legs myself and had gone up against
many guys and always won. Even though I had seen what her legs could do and
measured the force they could exert, never had I expected my legs to be so
feeble not to prevent it happening that fast. "Argh!" I could feel my legs
slowly moving further apart. I tried to focus and use the strong muscles in my
own legs to resist and force them back into a position where I could then take
care of her with my fists. Straining and grunting, I just felt the
overwhelming power oppose me as if I wasn't trying my best to stop them slowly
spreading mine further. "Argh!" she keeps trying to pin my hands to the floor
but is unable. Remembering how light she is I try to sit up to push her off
but find it too difficult with my legs spread into a wide V. Grunting and
sweating I try to raise my head and shoulders off the ground, hoping to make
it easy to dislodge her. Only for Elle to lean past my right shoulder and tuck
the back of my neck under her armpit with her forearm wrapped around the side
of my neck and my throat with the palm of her hand by my face. "Arghh Jeez!" I
groaned. I was now in an even more uncomfortable position with my legs pressed
wide and my head and neck forced forwards off the floor.

Feeling the power of her legs continuing to tear me apart while staring down
at the side of her sleek shiny thighs standing proud like a pale coloured rock
gave me a serious boner which I could see peeking up like a tent between the
backs of her slim but powerful legs. I also noticed her small tight backside
tantalisingly draped with her pleated skirt tight moulding itself to an
attractive shape. "Arghh!" ignoring the pain in my leg sockets, my hands found
her backside and I pull up the hem of her skirt. "Oi! Stop that" she cries but
I don't and run my hands over the back of her white knickers marvelling how
small and perfectly rounded her buttocks were yet smooth and as hard as
cannon-balls. "Argh!" I yelp, my hands trying to cling onto her taut glutes as
another surge of power shifts my feet apart millimetre by millimetre. Each
time my feet are pushed back and out, enables her to get a tighter hold of my
neck beneath her scrawny arms. "Argh!" I can't stop crying out at the lances
of pain shooting up my crotch.

I grab hold of the small wrist by my jaw and manage to peel her forearm away
from my throat. "Ouch!" she throws her body to the left bringing what
bodyweight she has against the side of my face keeping me pinned in the crook
of her arm looking out past her back at her clenched buttocks and beyond.
"Offff pfff pfff" panting like a stream train I spot something else
interesting. Reaching out for the back of her legs that are slowly moving my
legs further beyond my puny limits of flexibility, I discover more sleek hard
swelling muscle. I am excited to find that her hamstrings are as
well-developed and as hard as the rest of her leg muscles. In fact by the feel
of them, they seem to have expanded much larger and thicker of them all. The
sheer unadulterated power flowing beneath my hands making my tendons tear and
my joints scream, has my trouser tent twitching wildly. "Argh argh!" I cry as
the shooting pains get worse. In desperation I grab onto the backs of her legs
and pull and tug with all my might. Yet her legs are like steel girders, I
can't even make an indentation with my fingers and they won't budge an
centimetre. I tried to throw myself upon my shoulders and form a back-bridge.
That just made things worse as her calves ripped away my feet from the floor
spreading my legs wider as she brought me back to earth.

"My legs are going to do the full splits now" her voice told me in a matter of
fact tone that gave me the chills "and nothing is going to stop them until
they do". I knew that Elle had her eyes shut in that strange focussed mental
state of hers. I had thought that the reason she was moving my legs apart so
very slowly after the startling initial surge of leggy power was because my
legs were too strong and inflexible to move further; I was so terribly
mistaken. "ARGGH! NO!! ARGHH!" I was screaming as the schoolgirl's legs
proceeded to move steadily apart at a faster rate pressing mine with them. Her
hams were bulging like massive whale backs from the slim sea of the back of
her legs under my hands with such enormous scary muscular strength that I
totally creamed myself.

Completely humiliated in more ways than she probably realised there was
nothing that I could except cry and whimper like a pathetic loser. Her
powerful legs pulled my feet so far back that my thighs were virtually in a
horizontal line on either side of my crotch. I heard myself crying pitifully
as the tendons in my crotch ripped, as did my trousers in the crotch and the
pants beneath them under the immense strain. "Just a bit more now" I could
hear the strain in her voice. "Oh Jeez no NO!" I screamed as a further surge
of incredible power built upon the immense power already there to tear my
thighs wide open. My ligaments, bones and pelvis shrieked with insane pain as
little Elle ripped my legs into the splits. Even now I could feel her shins
straightening up pressing my calves into a straight line with my thighs. I was
beyond agony, my crotch throbbing terribly. I was powerless to stop her, all I
could do was lie there in severe pain while a little girl in her white blouse
and grey pleated skirt and socks didn't stop until she was doing the perfect
splits on top of me while forcing my legs to do the same. Elle kept me there
in that humiliating position while keeping a tight hold of my neck forcing me
to look down at her tightly clenched buttocks and rock-hard bulging quads
doing the splits while my crotch and tendons throbbed in such sheer agony that
I felt nauseous. "That will teach you to bully girls that are smaller than
you" I could hear the self-satisfied smirk in her voice "because eventually
they will turn-around and bully you".

Eventually she unlocked her feet from my legs and released my head from
beneath her arm then sprang lithely to her feet. She showed no signs of any
exertion except that her legs looked pumped and highly toned. I was in such
agony that it really didn't register she had let me go until I heard a girlish
chuckle come from somewhere above me. I saw her turn and go but I couldn't
move my legs. To my horror my legs were locked solid still doing the splits.
"Elle please don't leave me like this" I called after her retreating back.
Without even slowing or looking back she just raised her hand and waved.
"Bye!" she sang. "Elle please" I begged but she was through that door without
a single glance back.

After several painful minutes of trying to stop my legs sticking out on either
side, I had no choice but to bite my embarrassment and call 999 on my mobile
phone. The paramedics finally arrived and tried not to laugh at my absurd
position but failing. Of course they asked how I ended up in such an absurd
position and I told them red-faced that I had been trying out a new yoga
position and got out of my depth. After some rather painful manipulations
involving two men pulling on each leg in turn to unlock them, they carried me
away on a stretcher. I was ages in that hospital until mother came to take me
back home in a taxi. I was weeks off work trying to slowly hobble around
without wincing in agony. Thanks to the British Government opting out of EU
worker's rights legislation the school showed typical employer sympathy and
refused to pay sick leave and told me that I would have dismissed myself if I
didn't return to work immediately.

The next day I was back at work, hobbling around the school unable to catch
the brats to collect my taxes as they ran away laughing. In time the physical
problems healed but the psychological ones took longer. I found myself jumping
at the sight of any scrawny blonde schoolgirl. They kept reminding me of the
frightening forces Elle's freaky legs could produce and how badly they had
hurt me. I swore that I would never get involved with her again. Yet all the
while I was off work, with nothing to do but brood, all I had thought about
were those legs and I felt anger and frustration. Yet I also had a strange
fascination for them, remembering the effect that she had upon me as she
crushed me beneath her feet and when she effortlessly applied that extreme
grapevine press. Feeling better each day, I resolved to teach her a lesson.
Although her legs were deceptively strong, the rest of her was scrawny and
weak. Nevertheless it was a while before I saw her alone close to my workshop
to put my plan into action. Maybe that was why I noticed that her face was
less child-like and more that of a young woman who cared about her appearance.
Even her strawberry-blonde hair had been cut and styled into a more mature
fashion. I've seen plenty of girls bloom. One day they come back after one of
the breaks, skinny gawky girls no more who now turned the heads of the boys
that had previously teased them now falling over themselves to awkwardly chat
them up. Then there were the skinny flat-chested ones that the boys ignored
who had a sudden huge growth spurt and returned with some of the most massive
breasts imaginable that left those same boys drooling and not knowing what to
do or say. That's when the experienced teacher steps in like a kid in a candy
store. I didn't know which way Elle would turn out, was she slightly taller?
probably she'll end up tall, willowy and quite pretty turning men's heads with
long shapely legs.

I pushed that to the back of my mind as moving fast and stealthily I crept up
behind her. I pounced and got my thick muscular arm around her neck before she
had a chance to react. Grabbing her beneath the right armpit and across her
chest with my other arm I dragged her backwards off the wall and off to the
workshop. Holding her in the headlock with just one arm, I unlocked and opened
the door. Yes, she tried to writhe about and kick back but I squeezed her neck
tight until she packed it in. Twisting her skinny arm so hard behind her back
that I thought it would break, I frog-marched her into the back well away from
the windows. There I had created a space for an old gym mat on the floor.
Letting go of her arm and neck I lifted her body and pressed it face first
into the low ceiling before slamming it into the mat. BLAM! "Ouch!" she cried
as she hit the mat face first. I immediately leapt on top of her causing
another cry of pain as my weight landed astride her back then flipped her over
to her back and began throttling her tiny neck in my big strong hands. "Grkkk
grkkk!" she was croaking with her face turning bright red and looking
frightened. I leaned forwards bringing my face close. "I'm in charge here. You
will respect me and pay my taxes without question. Understood?" "Grkkk!" she
croaked. I eased off choking her and raised my right fist. "I said, do you
understand?" I asked with menace. She nodded her head. I slid myself back a
bit so that I could bring my face right close then said "And if I want to feel
your legs at any-time, you will let me". "No!" she gasped. I wrapped my arm
around the back of her neck and began squeezing her head while kneeling
astride her stomach. Little Elle went wild, trying to slip down between my
knees, writhing, bucking her body and kicking my back. BAM BAM BAM BAM! with
her face set in a determined grimace, her kicks to my back got stronger and
stronger until they were rocking my body which combined with her bucking body
unseated me. I fell off to the side and saw her try to make her escape.
Quickly rolling onto my knees I grabbed her arm and yanked her back down to
the mat where I re-secured my headlock on her then pulled her down onto her
side next to me so I could work it.

I realised that I was laying on something and found that it was the inside of
one of her legs. "Don't mess with me little girl" I snarled "If I want
something, I will take it". Even with her head locked she was still thrashing
around and thumping me with these close-quarters stomp-like kicks with her
free leg. THUMP THUMP THUMP The next time her leg came close to kick me, I
made a grab for it. Big mistake, as I rolled towards it to catch it, it
slipped my grasp and the side of the leg slammed into me. Before I knew it,
her legs were around my chest just under my arms. Too late I realised that I
was deep between her legs and she had already locked ankles. Her quads flexed
in extremely quick response, snapping steely tight in an instant. "Orrragghh!"
I groaned out loud as all of my breath burst out of my mouth in an involuntary
shout as Elle's muscles contracted hard. I thought that my chest was thick and
well-developed but they couldn't resist the legs on this pint-sized brat for
an instant. It was scary how quickly her legs pressed down my rib-cage.
Looking down at my chest in disbelief, the hem of her grey pleated skirt had
been pushed right back uncovering the whole length of her pale but shiny
slender legs. The large tear-drop shaped inner thigh muscle swelled pressing
tight against my breastbone and I could feel it's opposite number bulging
tight against my back.

The pressure eased slightly. Elle was on her side leaning upon one elbow
looking down at me. "You want to feel my legs, here feel them" she said then
flexed her quads tight again. "Nnnnneeekk!" I could only make a pathetic
little squeak as there was barely any air left in my lungs. Jeez! Her grip was
so intense. I balled up my fists and began pounding on her legs but it didn't
seem to hurt her at all, they were like a marble worktop. Like an anaconda,
her legs tightened their breathtaking grip. In fascination I watched her quads
leap up into stony looking ridged slabs of unbelievable definition for a girl
her age. They were so well developed yet sleek that many fitness competitors
would have been green with envy. Oh Jeez! I felt how her quads jutted out from
her slim legs exerting a terrible pressure as her inner thigh bulged like a
steel balloon pushing down my breastbone. Arghhh no! In desperation I placed
my feet firmly on the floor with my knees bent and pushed my rear end up into
a bridge. Arghhh! Nothing. The little girl held on tight like a terrier
straightening her legs causing my ribs to compress as her inner thighs rippled
and bulged hardening further still.

Frantically I bucked my hips up and down fast but the only thing I achieved
was to tire myself out. Argghhh! It was like steel poles were being forced
lengthways into my front and back. Arghhh! It really did feel like her
scissors was really going to cut my body in two. Once again this little
scrawny schoolgirl had me completely helpless between her freaky strong legs.
Jeez no! I slid my hand in the gap between her shins, just above her white
socks, and tried to get good grip around the top calve. I then tried to push
or pull it away to break her leg lock and get her legs apart. They too seemed
rock solid and immovable. Suddenly the calve flexed really hard and I found my
hand trapped between the hard bulging muscle and the top of the shin beneath.
No no! the powerful calf muscle swelled crushing my fingers against her bony
hard shin, bending them painfully. No! All I could was stare wide-eyed in
fascinated terror as her quads flexed slowly harder into perfect anatomical
specimens while her knees slowly straightened.

Elle had her eyes closed in that serene mental state and I knew that she
wouldn't stop until her legs were together. I placed my palm on the top thigh
and felt the muscles contract as my head and shoulders began involuntary
rocking back and forth short distances with my mouth gaping for breath. Again
I tried tugging at them with my free hand but they just too solid and got
tighter and tighter. "Gkkk gkkkk gkkk" strange gagging noises came out of my
throat. Her thighs were getting hot beneath my palm and were incredibly hard
and striated. With tears in my eyes and an absolutely raging boner in my pants
I felt my rib-cage bowing inwards dangerously. I was certain that Elle
wouldn't stop until my chest was crushed all the way against my spine. Please
I'm sorry I wanted to cry but there was no more air in my lungs. Elle's quads
now were massive and ripped as they continued to flex harder. Every muscle was
clearly defined and separated, and each one looked extraordinarily powerful.
There were also prominent veins on her quads. So immensely powerful and
unstoppable did they look, so close to my face that I just lost it again in my
pants.

With a sickening sensation, something gave with a muffled crack and Elle's
stony flexed legs leapt into the middle of my chest creating a horrible dish
where her powerful muscles were pressing it down. A kind of detachment came
over me as the worst kind of pain imaginable overloaded my sensations. I felt
the bile in my mouth as a wave of dizziness came over me. Through the daze I
saw that my fingers were a deathly white where they stuck out from beneath the
calve that trapped them, just above her white socks. My mind went into a
darkening whirl.

The next thing I knew was waking to find myself in A&E. Every breath was
agony. Diagnosed with a large number of fractured ribs, I was sent home with
nothing more than painkillers and told to rest to let them heal naturally.
Apparently doctors don't even recommend braces or splints. There was searing
agony with every breath for a week followed by three months of continual pain
that ranged from mild to excruciating whenever I breathed too deep breath,
coughed, bent or twisted my body in any way. I told the Police that I think
something heavy fell on me whilst I was working. My caring employers tried to
sack me for carelessness and employ a migrant at half the minimum wage. That
is until Dad threaten to sue them under health and safety regulations. He was
disappointed when they let me keep my job, the creep didn't care about me,
just the compensation money which he would have pocketed before disappearing
again.

Returning to work, I tried to forget Elle and keep out of her way. Then one
day I was following this great pair of hard calves jutting out of a pair of
knee-high white socks, enjoying the view as they bulged and waned as she
walked not realising who it was until she turned and I saw her face. That
lunchtime she was waiting for me outside my workshop. "So you like looking at
my legs, do you? Well look at this" she said then placed her hands upon the
top of the concrete bollard they had put in the centre of the slope-way. She
leapt up like she was playing leap-frog but instead of jumping over it, her
slim legs wrapped around and locked ankles. She closed her eyes and
immediately a hard ridge of muscle appeared in the centre at the top of each
upper leg standing proud like a slim arrow head pointing towards her knee. My
heart beat loud in my ears and my groin stiffened as shiny legs bulged with
untold power between her mighty well-developed thighs. I knew what she was
trying to do but couldn't believe it was possible. I was wrong. Elle's quads
bulged harder and larger than I had ever seen them, quivering as she gritted
her teeth and bore down on solid concrete. POP POP CRACK CRACK The centre of
the bollard gave way as if she were crushing honey-comb. She jumped off,
leaving shattered pieces of concrete to crumble off and fall to the ground.
Once again, this little schoolgirl had blown my mind with the sheer
destructive power of her slim legs. She had just crushed a concrete bollard
and the front of my trousers had a wildly twitching tent. Smiling weirdly Elle
just sat on the low wall watching me.

What made me do it, I'll never know, but I got down on my knees in front of
her. "You are amazing. You're ..you're a goddess. I just want to worship you"
I gasped in awe. She just giggled like a silly girl no doubt not knowing what
I was going on about. "Don't any of the boys ask to feel your legs? Ask to be
squeezed between them?" I asked. "No" she chuckled "That's just weird. Boys
don't like muscles on girls. You're weird". I remembered her knowing smiles
"You know they do. You know full well the effect your muscular legs have on
me. You're not that innocent any more" I told her. "No that's just you and
you're weird. The boy I fancy looked like he would run a mile when I gave him
a teasing flex" she told me. "That's his loss. Loads of men find female
muscles sexy. I can be your boyfriend and worship your legs" I told her. "I
don't think so. You're far too old, weird and you bully little kids" she
replied. "I'll give that up for you" I said then put my hands on her knees and
opened her legs. Strangely she didn't resist. I felt the smoothness of her
relaxed thighs then asked "Squeeze me, Elle. Squeeze me hard and I'll never
ask again". "But you will won't you? You'll ask again and again" she said with
more than a measure of truth.

I tried to push my face between those creamy slim thighs but her hand blocked
the way. "Uh-uh no way you're sticking your face up there" she said. "Elle
please" I begged. "I'll break you and get into trouble" she said "because once
I get going, I can't stop". "I'll take full responsibility" I replied. She
didn't need much persuading. Her fingers wiggled telling me turn around. I did
and sat with my back to her. I felt the warmth of her inner thighs as they
slipped around my head and placed my palms on her thighs and stroked. Relaxed
they seemed too slim to be able to hurt anything. Elle locked her ankles and
her legs tightened to a comfortable squeeze and I could feel the play of
muscle just below the surface of her soft skin poised to pounce. "Oh Ellie I'm
in heaven" I moaned as my groin stiffened in anticipation. "You soon will be
or more likely the place below" I heard her say "At least I get to make you
leave me alone for once and for all".

There was no talking after that, only screaming. One second there was soft
silky skin holding firmly against either side of my head and beneath my hands,
the next they had snapped into steel-hard compressors swelling massively. My
hands were being pushed quickly away from my head. The pressure soared well
past bearable to extremely painful and I knew this had been a bad mistake. "No
please Elle No Argghh! Please stop, I've changed my aaarghh mind" I cried but
she was too zoned out to notice. "Garkkk!" her inner thighs were bulging so
hard they were pressing into the sides of my jaw and cheeks that I could no
longer move my mouth to cry. Argh my ears were pushed by her powerful
adductors into the sides of my head and I felt my face was squeezed into a
long narrow shape. I remembered, 283Lbs to crush a man's skull and this little
schoolgirl had bust the scales at 500! Jeez, her thighs now felt like armoured
plates coming together crushing whatever was stupid enough to get in-between -
my head. Arghh! I had to screw up my eyes as they went horribly out of focus.

Desperate to make her stop I beat my fists upon her thighs but they were so
hard that she probably didn't even notice. Oh Jeez! It was really hurting bad
now. The pressure exerted by Elle's legs was so intense that it felt like my
skull would shatter at any moment. The vision of that coconut breaking between
her legs and spilling its contents upon the ground kept playing itself in my
mind. My dick lurching at the memory. Arghh POP SNAP CRACK BANG! The splitting
pain was agony and I could feel myself crying openly.

***

"Don't try to move Mister Morris" a voice told me. I tried to move my head but
I couldn't. It felt like my head was stuck in a clamp while I was propped up
in bed. "You've sustained severe fractures of your skull. You were hours in
surgery. You are lucky to be alive. We've had to brace your head to keep it
still while it mends. I'm afraid you will be here for some time to come". All
I could think of was Elle and how I'd never see her legs again.