Sally: The Strongest Girl in the World
by M.C.
A boy discovers just how strong the 'little girl across the street' really is.


The group of male high school athletes quietly went about their afternoon
workout in the weight room, trying to act as casual as possible. But as hard
as they tried to pretend that everything was normal, one could sense the
apprehension in the air. They were, no doubt, thinking about the upcoming
confrontation that they all knew was inevitable. The strong, well built boys -
some of them on the football team, a few baseball players, and two wrestlers -
thought of themselves as the 'elite' of our school. In fact a few weeks ago
they even formed something of a club amongst themselves. They called
themselves the 'Jock Club' - but practically everybody else referred to them
as the 'Bully Club', because, quite frankly, that's what they were.

These large, athletic boys would walk through the school as if they owned it -
pushing the other, weaker, kids out of the way and laughing about it. Any girl
that they liked they felt was theirs for the taking, regardless of whether she
- or her boyfriend - agreed or not. Since they were the strongest, toughest
boys in school, there wasn't much a weaker student could do about it. If you
complained to the teachers or the principal, you could expect to recieve a
good beating after school so, needless to say, most of the students remained
silent about them. There was, however, one student who didn't cower before the
'Jock Club'. This student was brave enough to challenge them all, openly and
directly. But as amazing as this seems, there was something even more amazing
about it...this student was a girl.

But what a girl! Sally Henderson may be only five feet-six inches tall, but
she weighs a power packed 220 pounds. The pretty, long haired brunette is so
strong that she likes to call herself 'The Strongest Girl in the World', and
few who know her would argue the point. Although she has never entered a
weight lifting tournament or a 'Strong Woman' competition (her mother says
she's too young to participate in those kinds of things) the 17 year-old
junior claims to have beaten every woman's weightlifting record in the world
in the privacy of her basement. When she flexes her biceps they measure an
astounding nineteen inches around and her massive thighs measure twenty-six!
The reason I know this is because I live across the street from her and she
occasionally asks me to come over and measure them.

Two days ago as Sally and I were walking home from school together (which
we've been doing ever since we were kids in elementary school), she turned to
me and said,"you know Rick, those guys in the Jock Club have gotten way out of
hand. And since none of the other students or teachers seem to be able to
reign them in, it looks like it's time for me to take action."

"And just what do you plan to do about them Sally?"

"I haven't decided yet Rick...but I'm working on an idea."

"Sally, those guys are awfully tough. I hope you don't do anything stupid."

My comment was met by a girlish giggle," Oh Ricky, tee, hee, after all these
years of living across the street from me you really don't know very much
about me, do you?"

"Well, let's see about that. I know you like to wear yellow ribbons when you
put your hair into ponytails. I know you giggle like a little girl whenever
you think something is funny; and cry at the sad parts in movies. I know that
even though I'm six inches taller than you are, you're probably twice as
strong as me."

"Yes, that's right Rick...that's four points for you. And you also know the
measurements of both my arms and legs. But what you don't know is what these
arms and legs are capable of; but you will in a day or so." When we got to
Sally's house, she raised her hand up and gently pinched me on the cheek,"you
will in a day or so," she repeated with a smile. "See you tomorrow morning
Rick." I watched as the muscular girl went up to the door of her home. She
then turned around and flexed her incredible biceps for me, winked and went
inside. I sighed, then walked across the street to my house.

The following morning as Sally and I walked to school she casually said to me,
"Rick, I've decided what to do about those bullies of Jock Club. They should
be disbanded and all the members will have to apologize to the other students
for the bullying they've done. They'll also have to promise never to pick on
other students again."

"Sounds like a great idea Sally; but, err...how do you propose to go about
seeing that it gets done?"

"Elementary my dear Watson. I'll just inform them that they have to disband,
apologise to the students they've bullied and promise never to do it again."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. Here, have a look at this." She opened her notebook, removed
a sheet of paper and handed it to me."I wrote this last night." The note read:
'To the so called Jock Club. I here-by order your club to be disbanded by
tomorrow afternoon; you're nothing but a bunch of bullies. Furthermore, you
are to publically apologize to all the students for your rude behavior and
promise never to do it again. Yours truely, Sally Henderson'. "I'm going to
post this on the school bulleton board this morning so that everyone will see
it."

"Sally, these are proud, tough athletes; even the teachers are afraid of them.
I'm sure they won't end their club and apologize just because some girl tells
them to; however strong she might think she is."

She flashed me her prettiest smile and giggled,"that's what I'm hoping for
Rick. In fact, I'd be very disappointed if they did disband. And what did you
mean by 'however strong she might think she is' ? Ricky, it seems as if you
have a lot to learn about me."

I have known Sally since her family moved into the house across the street ten
years ago. I always thought she was a very attractive girl. Her long,
beautiful brown hair falls halfway down her back and she has the cutest
dimples when she smiles; which is often. People who don't know her are often
intimidated by the sheer size of her muscles but I've never felt that way
about her. To me, she was always the 'little girl from across the street' who
likes to giggle a lot.

I even remember when she first began working out with weights. Sally was
around twelve at the time and, quite by accident, she came across her father's
old set of barbells that he had stored in the basement. Shortly afterwards she
starting working out with them. I was sure she'd give it up after a little
while but Sally just kept at it - three, four and sometimes even five hours a
day; every day. "What can I say Rick? I'm addicted to it,"she'd tell me
whenever I asked her about her weight lifting."It's such a great sensation to
feel myself actually getting stronger day by day."

It wasn't too long before it began to show in her arms and legs. Far from
being embarrassed by her muscles however, Sally proudly showed them off by
wearing shorts and sleveless shirts whenever she could. By the time she was 14
years old, the 'little girl from across the street' won the arm wrestling
championship of our middle school; easily defeating the defending champion
with her right hand; even though she's left handed!

A few days later she got into her first fight, ironically because of me. There
were these two large bullies that were always picking on me. One day as Sally
and I were walking home from school, they came riding towards us on their
bikes from the opposite direction. "It's O.K. Rick," Sally said calmly,"these
boys have picked on you for the last time." When they were only a few feet
away from us, Sally stood in front of me and stretched her arms out to the
sides.

She grabbed each of the boys around the waist and held them in mid-air while
their bikes continued forward without them. Sally then slammed them together
hard, pulled them apart and slammed them together again. After she did it a
few more times they both began to cry. "Apologize to Rick now!" she
demanded,"or else I'll slam you again." After they did so Sally tossed the
crying boys to the sidewalk."Don't you ever bully my friend again or else
you'll have to answer to me," (and they never did - nor did anybody else once
word got around). "You see Rick, sometimes it's good to have a strong friend,
even if she's *just* a little girl; tee, hee, hee," Sally giggled as we
resumed walking.

For the rest of the way home she was in a great mood. "I just can't believe
how good it felt to put those bullies in their place," Sally laughed. From
that day onwards I began to notice something strange happening to the 'tough
guys' in our middle school...they began getting black eyes and even the
dreaded Bill Morgan had a beautiful one to go with his badly swollen jaw. They
were also much better behaved afterwards; there wasn't nearly as much pushing
and shoving going on in the halls. In about a week it stopped completely. When
I asked Sally about this she simply giggled and said,"what do you think
happened Rick?" She then flexed impressive biceps and winked at me, thus
confirming my suspicion. In just one week our school was tamed, by a 14
year-old girl!

But Sally didn't stop there. She continued lifting weights for several hours a
day; getting even bigger and stronger. By the time she was 15 her arms
measured 16 inches around and her thighs 24, and just last week I measured her
at 19 and 26! But what was Sally going to do about the Jock Club? Did she
really plan on taking them all on at once? Ten of the biggest, strongest,
toughest guys in school? Once Sally posts her challenge on the bulleton board
what's going to happen? I'm sure their pride would never allow them to back
down from the threat of a single girl."What they decide to do is up to them,"
Sally replied matter-of-factly when I asked her about this,"but I'm giving
them until tomorrow afternoon to disband and apologize."

"And then what?"

"And then the fun starts, (I frowned). Oh don't you give me that look Rick.
I'm a big girl (she flexed her awesome muscles in front of me - she really
likes to do that), I can take care of myself. You can even come and watch if
you like. They work out together in the weight room just about every afternoon
and I suspect they'll be there tomorrow too. And I also suspect they won't
have their apologies with them either." We reached the school and Sally posted
her notice on the bulleton board at the main entrance. "In all probability it
looks like I'm going to get a bit of a workout tomorrow afternoon, if you
catch my drift. But enough about this for now Rick. We'd better hurry or we'll
be late for our math class. You know what a stickler Ms. Johnson is for
getting to class on time."

By lunchtime practically all of the students were aware of Sally's challenge
to the Jock Club; either by having read it or by word of mouth. Only the most
naive student actually expected these big, strong boys to knuckle under to the
threat of one single girl. The confrontation now seemed inevitable. But you
wouldn't know it by looking at Sally. She went about her day as if nothing
unusual had happened. In fact, she didn't even mention it once to me as we
walked home. All she seemed to want to talk about was a pretty blue dress that
she'd seen at the mall a few days ago and wanted to buy."It really highlights
my muscles beautifully," she said.

Sally was equally non-chalant about the upcoming confrontation as we walked to
school the following morning. Then, all she could talk about was a new movie
she'd like to see and wanted to know if I was interested in seeing it with
her. Although we've known each other for ten years, ours was never what you'd
call a girlfriend/boyfriend relationship; we were just friends. As far as I
know, Sally had never dated anyone. She was so hung up on her weight lifting
and schoolwork (Sally had a 3.5 grade point average) that she probably didn't
have time for anything else - and there probably aren't too many guys that
wanted to date a 17 year-old girl with 19 inch biceps. She and I did go out
together occasionally, but you wouldn't really call it dating; we've never
even kissed each other. The pinches she gives me on my cheek are about as
intimate as Sally ever gets with me.

"Sally, how can you possibly be so calm and relaxed when you're going to take
on some of the toughest boys in school later today?"

"Oh Rick, really. That's not until this afternoon and it isn't even 9 A.M. So
tell me, are you interested in going with me to see this movie Friday night?
Maybe we could have a little dinner first." I can't believe it. Sally is going
to take on ten strong, tough guys and all she's thinking about is going to a
movie? Is she weird? Or am I? "Ricky, you worry way too much," she
laughed,"you should really learn to lighten up a bit." Then she reached over
and pinched my cheek.

"Ouch!"

"Oooopsie, sorry about that. Sometimes I don't even know my own strength; tee,
hee, hee."

Everyone in school seemed to be very anxious about the upcoming confrontation
that was going to take place later that day - everyone, that is, except Sally.
She went through her day as if nothing out of the ordinary was going to
happen. Several of the guys of the Jock Club let it be known that nobody was
going to tell them what to do, least of all some musclebound chick. "You're
not eating your lunch Rick," Sally smiled at me as we sat in the
cafateria,"something on your mind? (wink)."

"No," I replied softly,"...nothing."

At 2:45 in the afternoon our last class ended. Sally looked at her watch and
grinned at me. "Care to take a walk with me to the weight room Rick?" Without
saying a word, I followed the massively built girl across the campus towards
the men's gym. On the way we passed many students. Most of them smiled at us
and some gave Sally the thumbs up. A few of the girls even offered words of
encouragement like,"Go get'em Sally!" or simply,"Girlpower!" As we approached,
Sally, who hadn't shown even the slightest sign of nervousness all day long,
smiled at me and simply said,"well Rick, this is it," then we entered the
weight room.

As expected, the large, tough guys of the Jock Club were all there, as were
several dozen spectators. Although the teachers were obviously aware of what
was about to happen, they all kept clear; hoping for the best while fearing
the worst. Sally removed her warm-up jacket and took off her sweatpants,
revealing to everyone in attendance just how incredibly muscular she was.
"Well boys," she began in a tone that a teacher might use when speaking to her
third grade class,"have you all finished writing your apologies yet? If you
need more time I could give you a few extra minutes. But remember, spelling
counts (giggles)."

"Just who in the hell are you to tell us we have to disband, Miss musclehead?"
Robert, the largest and strongest boy in school, as well as the titular leader
of the group, angrily blurted out. At six feet-five inches tall, the 265 pound
offensive right tackle literally towered over the five-foot six inch, 220
pound girl (in fact all ten members of the group were larger than Sally, if
not quite so densely muscled; but that didn't seem to bother her in the
least).

"Now, now Robbie, is that any way to talk to a lady? It looks like I'm going
to have to give you a good spanking when I'm through with your friends." She
then looked at the rest of them and said in a strong, confident voice," I see
you boys want to do this the hard way. Very well then, but don't forget this
tough guys, I did warn you didn't I?"

The sight of this one girl, her long beautiful brown hair tied back into a
ponytail, calmly standing with her hands on her hips in front of the largest,
toughest boys in school without showing a trace of fear, is one that will stay
with me for the rest of my life. Not only was Sally not afraid of them, but
she was smiling; as if she was actually looking forward to taking them all on.
"So, how shall we do this boys? One at a time, or all at once? Either way is
O.K. with me."

"Let me at her!" John, a 230 pound tight end growled as he approached the
intrepid girl. When he got close, the large boy took a swing at her. But, much
to his surprise, Sally put up her left hand and caught him by the wrist,
stopping his fist in mid-air."Naughty, naughty Johnnie. Didn't your mother
ever tell you it's not nice to hit girls?...especially if they hit back. Sally
then sent her right fist deep into his stomach and followed that with a hard
left uppercut to his jaw. The force of her blow lifted John several inches off
the floor and sent him flying through the air where he landed - dazed and
nearly unconscious - at Robert's feet."That's one down and nine to go," Sally
giggled."So, which one of you big, strong, macho men wants to try their luck
against the poor, helpless little girl now?"

She didn't have to wait long for her answer as Charles, the school's
heavyweight wrestler, charged forward. Sally stood still as the 225 pound
grappler prepared to barrel into her. Just before he did, she took step
forward and the two of them slammed into each other with a loud "THUD!" I
could hear gasps coming from the group of onlookers as we watched Charles
stagger backwards. It was as if he'd run into a Sherman Tank; Sally hardly
moved at all. "Nice try Charlie, care to try again?" He just stood there,
stunned. "Well in that case, I guess it's my turn now." The powerfully built,
220 pound girl took a few running steps before plowing into him. We stared in
awe as she sent him flying into two other members of the Jock Club. All three
collapsed on the floor, down for the count."Well, that sure facilitates
things," Sally laughed as she looked at the six guys left standing,"who's
next?"

"Fuck this shit!" Robert screamed out,"let's all get her!" As the remaining
athletes all closed in, the large musclegirl seemed unconcerned. Sally met the
closest of her attackers - a six- foot three inch 215 pound left fielder on
the baseball team - with a powerful left hook that spun him completely around
and sent him into dreamland. The center fielder did manage to nail her with a
solid punch on her right shoulder. We all heard a loud "WHACK!" but then he
held his hand in pain as if he just hit a slab of concrete."Gee Jerry," Sally
said with a smile,"you call that a punch? Let me show you what a punch is."
SOCK! With one mighty blow, Sally added Jerry's name to the growing list of
battered athletes that now littered the weight room floor.

As I watched this incredible display of raw female power, I couldn't help but
feel a tremendous sense of pride in what the 'little girl from across the
street' was doing. Not only was Sally taking on the tougest boys in our
school, she was beating them easily. I had to admit that there was also an
erotic attraction in this for me too. For as I stared at this incredible girl,
I felt a sexual attraction to her; it was the first time I ever felt this way
about Sally. The more I watched, the more aroused I became. Sally was, in a
word, AWESOME!...and watching her beat these guys up gave me an erection.

Steve, the leading rusher on the football team, circled around Sally in an
attempt to attack her from the rear. She either didn't notice him or pay much
attention if she did. Her attention was focused on Robert and Gary - the two
largest boys in school who must have weighed over 500 pounds between them.
They slowly approached in front of her while Steve came in from behind. But
before I had a chance to warn Sally about Steve's approach, this magnificant
girl stepped back and jammed her right elbow hard into his gut. Then, without
even turning around, she whacked him with the back of her right hand, knocking
him half-way across the room where he slammed against a wall and collapsed,
holding his stomach and bleeding from the nose.

Eight guys! Sally had flattened eight big, strong guys in two minutes! "Well
boys, it looks like it's just the three of us now, how intimiate; tee, hee,
hee." Sally looked over at me and smiled. But when she glanced down and saw
the large bulge in my pants, she shook her finger at me with mock
sterness...then winked.

"Come on Gary!" Robert yelled,"we can't let one girl beat us all. Let's attack
her from different sides simultaneously." Over 500 pounds of muscular fury
decended on Sally from opposite directions while she stood in-between them and
waited. When they came within range, she struck. With catlike quickness the
powerful girl turned towards Gary and wrapped her large, muscular right arm
around his waist. Then, with amazing ease, she lifted his 245 pounds off the
floor. Holding Gary up as if he were nothing more than a small child, this
magnificant Amazon then turned around and wrapped her left arm around Robert's
waist and raised him up also. Over 500 pounds! This incredible girl was
supporting over 500 pounds! Nobody who witnessed this event could believe it;
nor would they ever forget it.

In desperation, both boys began to pound on Sally's back with their fists; but
she hardly seemed to feel it. Sally held them there for a few seconds and let
them pound away, then she began to squeeze. We all watched spellbound as
Robert and Gary tried to break the python- like grip Sally had them in. But
their attempts were useless, she was simply too strong for them. Their faces
began to turn red and their grunts turned to pathetic screams as the super
strong girl continued to squeeze; all the while holding their 500 plus pounds
off the floor.

Finally, both Robert and Gary's arms fell to their sides; they were beaten. As
incredible as it seems, this one girl had taken on the entire group of
athletes singlehandedly...and won. In fact she creamed them. Sally gently laid
the two nearly unconscious boys to the floor. She looked around at the scene
before her. Ten large, strong boys lay battered and beaten on the weight room
floor. She then put her right foot on top of Robert's chest and flexed her
massive 19 inch biceps for all to see (it was the classic victory pose which
would grace the cover of our local newspaper the next day). All the spectators
spontaneously broke out in cheers while I came in my pants. The despised and
feared Jock Club had been completely wiped out...by one girl.

Sally smiled at her newfound fans; never again would they consider her a
*freak*. She walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek (she had never
done that before), then reached down and gently rubbed the soiled part of my
pants."It seems that you and I need to have a little talk you stud you," she
whispered,"but first I have some unfinished business to attend to with the
Jock Club." She kissed me again, on the lips this time, before turning around
and walking back to where the gasping Robert lay.

Sally grabbed him firmly by the collar of his sweatsuit and dragged the 265
pound boy over to where Charles and the two others she sent him slamming into
still lay. They were piled neatly on top of one another,"a perfect seat," she
giggled. Sitting down on Charles' chest, the mighty girl yanked Robert across
her knee. "I told you I'd give you a good spanking after I finished with your
friends; well, here it is." Sally then pulled down his training pants,
exposing his bare bottom, and began giving the largest, toughest *boy* (as
opposed to girl) in school a good, hard spanking in front of dozens of
students. It was a humiliation I'm sure he'll never forget.

After she had reduced the once proud boy to nothing more than a whimpering
child, Sally told him to stand against one of the walls. She then ordered the
rest of the battered group to stand alongside him. When they had done so, the
powerful girl stood in front of them with her hands on her hips and gave them
all a stern lecture. "You will disband the Jock Club immediately! You will all
write apologies to the students you bullied and promise to behave yourselves
from now on! If I ever hear of any of you picking on another student, I'll
take you across my knee; is that clear? " One-by-one, Sally made each of her
beaten foes agree to her terms. "You have until tomorrow to apologize, so I
suggest you get busy." While the humiliated members of the now defunct Jock
Club filed out of the weight room - their heads bowed in shame - all of us who
were privilaged to have witnessed this amazing event broke out in cheers
again. "Sally! Sally Sally!..."

As we made our way home from school that afternoon, Sally turned to me and
asked,"Rick, do you remember when I beat up those two bullies that were
bothering you when we were in middle school?"

"Yes, how could I ever forget that?"

"How did you feel about it?...that I, a girl, saved you from them?"

"It...it was difficult Sally; masculine pride you know."

"And how do you feel now; after watching me beat up ten of the toughest guys
in our school all by myself?"

"I feel...well, rather strange. I mean...you were awesome Sally, totally
awesome. Watching you batter them around like they were children was indeed a
very erotic experience for me. But I...well, you're a girl Sally...and I guess
I have a lot of ambivalence about it."

She looked down and noticed I had another bulge in my pants and began to
giggle."Oh Rick, this male pride thing of yours is so hard to figure out; tee,
hee, hee. You and I have known each other for ten years, and yet you still
can't tell me that my strength turns you on - even when the evidence (she
pointed down to the bulge in my pants) is obvious to both of us." Caught
redhanded for the second time, I began to blush. I started to speak but Sally
put her index finger up against my lips and silenced me.

"Let me save you the trouble. I'm strong, we both know that; you just didn't
know how strong I was. Now you do. I just beat up the ten toughest guys in our
school and it really wasn't even all that difficult. When I say I'm the
strongest girl in the world, I mean it. I've already surpassed every woman's
weight lifting record; and someday I may even be the strongest *person* in the
world - male or female. That has been my goal ever since that first day when I
began to lift weights in my basement.

"Ever since I moved in across the street from you, you've been my best friend
Rick. We've been walking to and from school together for ten years and I've
told you things that I'd never dream of telling anyone else. And while it's
true that we've never dated *officially*, we have gone out together many times
and I feel that I know you better than anybody I've ever met. (She paused for
a minute and seemed to be weighing very carefully what she was about to say
next). I think what I'm try to say here Rick...is that I'm in love with you.
And judging by the size of that erection you have there, I believe the feeling
is mutual."

We reached her home. But this time instead of just watching Sally from the
sidewalk as she entered her house, we went in together; hand-in-hand. Since
both of her parents were still at work, we went directly into her bedroom; no
explainations were required."Nor are any necessary," she said with a wide
grin."Let me tell you a little story Rick...

"When I was around 15 years old, I invited several of my girlfriends over for
a slumber party. My mom was away visiting her parents but my dad was here. You
know how big he is (Sally's dad was a former Marine, stands six-feet two and
must weigh at least 200 pounds). Well anyway, being 15 year-old girls we
stayed up very late talking about 'girlie' things and laughing a lot. Then,
around two in the morning, my father came barging into my room and said we
were making too much noise and my friends would have to go home. Well, this
really pissed me off as it was during the summer vacation and none of us had
to get up early the next day. Also, my father embarrassed me in front of my
friends. So I told him he had no right to come into my bedroom without my
permission and that my friends were staying for the whole night. 'Like hell
they are!' he said angrily,'they're to gather up their things and go to their
homes immediately!'

"That's when I lost my temper and beat the crap out of him. Then I took him
over my knees and gave him a good, hard spanking, right in front of my
friends. By the time I was through with him he was crying."

"Wow! You beat up and spanked your father when you were just 15 years old?"

"That's right Rick. I never told you about it but it's true. Then I told him
that he was never to enter my room again without knocking first and had to ask
my permission, and that he was to respect my privacy. From then on we haven't
had any problems. Understand Rick, I love my father, I really do; but I had to
teach him to respect me...just like Robert and his friends. Now don't look at
me like that Rick; I'd never hurt you. You're the nicest, sweetest boy I've
ever known. I'd never lay a hand on you...in anger that is (wink)."

"But what if I also barge into your room without permission Sally?"

"Try it someday and you'll find out Rick; tee, hee."

"Err...perhaps I'll pass on that. Did you have anymore confrontations with
your father after that incident?"

"Well...there was one more. About a year ago he went out drinking with some of
his friends after work. That's O.K. only he neglected to tell my mom about it.
Mom and I were both so worried when two hours went by and he hadn't come home.
When he finally arrived - around 9 P.M. - he had the smell of beer on his
breath. So, not only did he not call us, but he drove home intoxicated;
thereby endangering not only himself but other innocent people he might have
crashed into on the road."

"So what did you do?"

"I slapped him around for awhile and then gave him another good spanking. I
also grounded him for a month. My father had no right to endanger himself as
well as others; to make my mother a widow and leave me without a father. He
could have called and my mom would have driven over to the bar and picked him
up. But my father's silly masculine pride wouldn't allow him to do that...so I
had to teach him another lesson."

"He never goes out drinking anymore?"

"He does on occasion, but now he makes sure to call us beforehand so we know
about it and one of us can pick him up if he needs it. I'm not a bully Rick; I
just think that this 'macho pride' thing that you guys have is all a bunch of
bullshit. I mean, why can't you cry at the sad parts of movies like I do? I'm
a lot tougher than you are. And how many wives have been beaten by their
husbands? Or girls by their boyfriends? How many wars have been fought
throughout history because of inflated egos and pride? How many people have
suffered because of it?"

"But what can you do about it Sally? You're just one girl."

"I know that Rick, and there probably isn't much I can do about it now. But if
I become the strongest *person* in the world - as I hope to someday - then
maybe men will feel less secure about themselves; more humble perhaps. Look at
Robert and his friends. Do you think they'll be bullying anybody in school
again after what I did to them today? I doubt it. Maybe I can encourage other
girls to get strong too. Who knows, maybe I can be the start of a revolution.
Anyway, that's my goal."

Suddenly Sally bent down and grabbed one of my thighs with her strong right
hand and, with her left, grabbed me by the shirt. Effortlessly, she lifted my
190 pounds off the floor and raised me high above her head in her outstretched
arms."Come honey, let's continue this conversation over there." My superstrong
girlfriend then hurled me clear across the room onto her queen-sized bed, then
she leaped on top of me."Or, we can do *other* things (wink)." We decided to
do *other* things...

Epilogue: Friday Night

Sally giggled like a little girl as she and I shared our dessert - a hot fudge
sundae - at a restaurant in the mall. I have to admit, she certainly looks
stunning in her new blue dress. It cost me almost a week's wages but it was
worth every single cent. Actually, it was the smile on her beautiful face when
she opened the package that made it worthwhile (although the hug she gave me
when she opened the package nearly broke me in two). "Gee Ricky, you're going
to have to start working out with me, you're way too delicate; tee, hee, hee."

"We'd better get in line for the movie if we want to see it from the beginning
Sally. I noticed the line was already beginning to form when we walked by." We
left the restaurant and walked over to the cinema. As we approached the long
line waiting to purchase tickets, a strange thing began to happen; the people
in line all began to move to the side allowing us to go right up to the front.
I wondered about this for a few moments and then it occured to me - most of
the people in line were students from our high school and they all knew about
what Sally did to the Jock Club earlier this week.

As I bought our tickets, someone from behind us shouted,"hey Sally, can we see
you flex?" My super girlfriend turned around and struck an awesome pose of her
mighty biceps, the biceps that she used to ground the Jock Club to dust. Many
of those in the line began to cheer when she did so.

I bought our tickets."Gee, that went quickly," I mentioned under my breath.

Sally grinned as she took me by the hand and led me to the entrance of the
theater. "Like I told you the first time I saved your sorry ass honeybunch,
sometimes it's good to have a strong friend; even if she's *just* a little
girl."