A New Beginning

[The attached story is a fantasy.  That is to say it is one of my fantasies.  If this 
isn't your fantasy that is fine.  But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't like 
the fantasy or the situation.  They are what excites me and I don't expect them 
to impact you the same way.  DO write and tell me where the writing sucks, or 
where you would have done something differently to improve the story - I am 
trying to get better at this.  I am not a professional writer, although I'm told the 
only difference is that I don't get paid for this.  If you like stories of women far 
stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find some 
enjoyment in these stories.  Many of these stories are extremely violent, 
explicit, and graphic in nature.  You must be over 18 to read this.]

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    "No, it's not a steroid," the voice said.  "It's more complicated than that.  It 
has to do with genes and DNA and stuff, I don't understand it really.  I just 
know that it works.  I'm proof of that.  One dose is all it takes, and your 
strength increases almost overnight.   And no one can ever trace it, because it's 
entirely natural."

    From his position outside the door, Al Buchanan could not see the speaker, 
but he laughed at the absurdity of the claims the female was making to two of 
his girls.  Al was a former football player who turned to bodybuilding when his 
football career stalled after college.  After winning several regional titles he 
became a professional bodybuilder.  His moderate success as a pro had allowed 
him to put away a decent amount of money.  He used that money to purchase a 
gym.  A few years later he was approached by a local gymnastics company, 
known as one of the better facilities in the country, asking him if he would be 
their trainer and strength coach.  At first he had thought it was funny, the idea 
of a big macho guy like him training those little fruity guys jumping in the air.  
After he had seen what was involved with gymnastics training and the degree 
of strength, coordination, stamina, and dedication required he changed his 
mind and agreed to coach for the team.  It was a new experience for him, 
especially the idea of training the many teen age(and sometimes even pre-teen) 
girls that populated gymnastics these days.  He quickly adapted and developed 
programs that were state of the art, combining old fashioned weight training 
with advanced conditioning and flexibility drills designed to bring the 
maximum out of the gymnast/athlete.  He was proud that his students were 
known as the overall strongest and best conditioned athletes in the country.  He 
pushed them hard to get there.  He could watch their strong bodies during 
competitions and know that he helped put them there.

    That's why this woman coming in and filling a couple of the girls with all of 
this baloney made him so mad.  Imagine a drug you take once and your 
strength increases overnight !  Ridiculous!  He listened some more.

    "How long does it last?" one of the girls, a 14 year old named Cindy.  Cindy 
was the school's trouble maker.  The one who was always pushing the rules to 
see how much she could get away with.  Al had to keep a special eye on her, 
because she was always trying to cheat her workouts.  Cindy thought she could 
get by on talent alone.  In the younger age groups this had been true, her 
immense talent and natural athletic ability had allowed her to flourish, but her 
sloppiness and bad attitude had kept her from making any headway at the 
senior level.  At 14 she should have been in her prime.

    "Oh, it's a permanent effect," the female voice replied.  "At least as long as 
its been around none of the ladies has done anything but get stronger."  Al 
turned a little farther around the corner to try and catch a glimpse of the 
speaker.  All he could see from here was a shadow.

    "Why does it only work on girls?" the other girl, a 16 year old named Pam 
asked.  Pammy was one of Al's favorites.  She didn't have the talent of some of 
the other girls, but she worked hard and was always trying to improve.  She 
seemed to lack some of that killer instinct the really top athletes needed.  Pam 
may not be going to the Olympics, the coaches had told her, but she would 
definitely get a full ride at any college in the country.

    "I don't know, it has to do with the different genetic makeup and stuff of 
women, I guess.  Not all women get the same level of strength but all get 
results.  All I know is that it only works on women - and girls once they've 
entered puberty.  But it doesn't come cheap.  Maybe we can work something 
out."

    Al had heard enough.  "Allright lady, that's about enough," he thundered as 
he bounded into the weight room.  "Quit filling these girls with all of this crap.  
There is no such thing as a drug like you're talking about.  Girls, I want you out 
of here, and you and I lady are going to have a nice long talk."  Al walked over 
and placed himself between the lady and his students.

    "Well, Hello Mr. Buchanan!" the lady actually sounded happy to see him.  
"How are you doing," she stopped at Al's puzzled expression.  "Don't you 
recognize me?"

    Al looked over the woman for a moment and thought he recognized her face.  
"Tammy, Tammy Billings is that you?"  It was Tammy Billings, but not the 
little girl who had been one of the top athletes at the school only last year.  The 
woman standing in front of Al had the face of Tammy Billings but her body 
was a different matter.  The body was a mass of muscle from head to toe like Al 
Buchanan had never seen before.  And as a professional bodybuilder and 
personal trainer, Al had seen a lot of bodies.  Tammy stood about 5'6" (about 4 
inches taller than she had been when she left the school) and had muscle size 
and definition that defied description.  As Al looked over her body he tried in 
vain to find a soft spot anywhere on her amazing body.  Her shoulders were 
wide and broad and appeared to stretch the T-shirt she had on to its breaking 
point.  Her arms bulged with biceps that Al estimated at 18 inches and they 
were completely shredded with veins protruding noticeably even as she stood 
relaxed, arms at her side.  The shirt did little to conceal two huge pecs on a 
tremendous back that Al doubted he could put his arms around - and at 6'4" 
this made it an impressive distance indeed.  The shirt stopped just below the 
breasts to reveal her hard abs - as ripped as any Al had ever seen.  In her tight 
shorts her quads looked carved and incredibly solid.  The quads were immense 
and the big man actually felt a little envy for the size and definition of the girl's 
legs.  The veins crisscrossed the muscles in intricate patterns and surged with 
power as she shifted position.  

    Al gulped and addressed the image of power and femininity in front of him.  
"So Tammy, you've been pumping some iron and now you're trying to scam my 
girls."  Even as he said it Al wasn't sure he believed what he said.  No one 
could put on the size and definition that Tammy had in the year she had been 
gone without some illegal help.  Even any steroid Al had ever heard of could 
not have achieved results like this.  Maybe she had some new drug, but that 
didn't make it any more right.  "We don't want your drugs in this gym," Al 
concluded, his voice making it plain no discussion was needed.

    "Why don't we let the girls make that decision, Al," Tammy replied.  If she 
was nervous about being confronted like this she gave no hint of it.  "In fact 
why don't you help show me what I'm capable of.  Let's see if you can lift this 
bar over here."

    Al looked at the bench bar Tammy had pointed at.  Doing some quick 
arithmetic he added the bar to be at 400 pounds.  A high amount but something 
he could handle.  He didn't know what Tammy was trying to prove, no matter 
how big she was she was still a woman and probably a hundred pounds smaller 
than Al.  Maybe this would be a way to discredit her, Al thought.  "All right I'll 
show you what real muscle can do," Al said as he slipped under the bar.  
Grunting under the heavy load Al pushed the weight up and down for 5 hard 
reps.  His big muscles bulged with the effort.  He clanked the weight back onto 
the rack with enthusiasm, sure he had upstaged Tammy.  "Okay your turn," Al 
crowed.  "That's if you're man enough."  He laughed at his joke and got off the 
bench motioning for Tammy to come over and give it a try.

    Tammy walked over behind the bar.  "Not bad, for a man," she replied.  "But 
to have any real muscle and strength anymore, it takes a woman."  As Al 
watched in disbelief Tammy gripped the bar and curled it to her chest.  Her 
biceps ballooned to immense proportions and the T-shirt ripped audibly to 
accommodate them.  She continued to pump the bar to her chest.  "You see 
girls, what a real woman can do with a little help.  Much more than any mere 
man is capable of.  Look at him, he's dumbfounded."  As she talked she curled 
the weight another ten times.  Her arms pumping even more, the veins filling 
with blood.  Al was mesmerized as he watched this impossible act.  Her arms 
surged with power, her huge biceps threatening to grow larger than her head.  
Her chest heaved and the nipples stood out noticeably.  Her entire body tensed 
as she continued to pump the weight.  She began to grunt with effort but 
managed to pump out another 10 reps.  Then she set the bar back on the rack 
and flexed her arms in a double bicep pose.  Al felt himself grow hard at the 
sight of her super strong, sexy body.  The sleeves of her shirt ripped further as 
her arms swelled even larger, the veins growing like angry welts across her 
skin.  She shook out her arms and walked over to Al.

    She grabbed him by his shirt and pushed him to the wall.  Al pushed back 
but felt a stone wall he couldn't even hope to budge.  "Stay out of my way and 
you won't get hurt, little man," Tammy growled, menace in her voice.  She 
lifted her right arm and punched him hard in the stomach.  Al yelled in pain 
and doubled over, all of the air knocked out of his body.  He lay on the ground 
gasping, unable to move and watched Tammy lead the other two girls out of the 
room.  Cindy was looking down at Al, a curious smile on her face as she 
followed Tammy out the door.

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    Al didn't tell anyone about what happened in the gym that night.  He wasn't 
sure if anyone would believe him.  The bruise on his stomach from Tammy's 
punch began to go away and Al hoped it was the end of the matter.

    A couple of weeks later, Al was in his office when he heard a commotion 
outside.  He went to the door and looked to see what was going on.  To no one's 
surprise it was Cindy fooling around with some of the guys.  She was ignoring 
her own workout and was over by the rings.  As Al watched Cindy jumped up 
to the rings and began to swing her body around.  As the guys whistled and 
hooted she raised and lowered her body in a series of complex movements.  
Suddenly, she brought her body to a complete halt, the rings held apart in a 
classic Iron Cross.  The rings were completely still, and her body showed no 
signs of effort.  She released and pressed herself back to the cross five times.  
Still, no shaking or signs of overexertion appeared.  Knowing what kind of 
strength this required, Al began to have a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.  
From here, Al could see the muscles in the girl's arms bunch impressively as 
she held herself perfectly still.  One of the guys, an older boy named Tim came 
over to tell Cindy to get down.  As he got close, she went down and wrapped 
her legs around him.  Then she pulled, lifting herself and the boy back into the 
air.  Still with seemingly little effort she held their combined weights in an Iron 
Cross.  At first the boy was content to laugh and tell her to let him go.  As Al 
watched he saw the muscles in her legs constrict and a look of pain came across 
Tim's face.  He began to pound on her thighs trying to make her release him.  A 
look of panic began to form in Tim's face. She laughed and swung their bodies 
over and pressed the boys body above her, trapped between her thighs.  Then, 
she opened her legs and Tim dropped to the floor in a heap.  Cindy swung 
around and did a perfect double flip dismount, her feet straddling the boys 
prone body.  All of the other boys clapped in appreciation of the incredible 
display.

    Al stuck his head out the door, being careful to control his voice.  "Cindy, 
can you come in here for a minute?"

    Cindy looked over at Al and smiled.  "Sure, Mr. Buchanan, coming right 
up."  She looked down at Tim  who was laying on his back, rubbing his side.  
She playfully pawed at his face with her foot and walked into Al's office.  Al 
shut the door and walked over to his desk.

    Al looked over at Cindy and gazed critically at her body.  He wasn't sure, but 
he felt she was taller and more highly muscled than she had been a couple of 
days earlier.  Was that possible?  He decided to go on the offensive.  "I'm not 
going to play around here," he began.  "I know you are taking drugs, and don't 
try to deny it."

    "Deny it," Cindy broke in with a laugh.  "I'm flaunting it, see this leotard," 
she said pointing to the tight workout outfit she had on.  "Only a week ago, this 
belonged to Joan, but I've outgrown all my own stuff, and this one's about done 
too."  As she said this she slowly flexed her arm, the material stretched as her 
bicep bulged ominously.  "I'm not denying anything, but I don't think there is 
anything you can do about it.  Come on give me a try."  She grabbed Al's hand 
and put her elbow on the desk in an armwrestling posture.

    Al stood up, trying to shake his hand loose.  "I'm taking you in for a drug 
test, then we'll see who can do anything about..."  Al stopped as he felt the pain 
build in his hand.  Cindy was squeezing his hand, her elbow still on the table.  
Al pulled trying to lift the girl from her seat.  Cindy smiled and ground down 
harder on his hand.  Al had to stifle a cry of pain.  He began to pull with all of 
his might, the brief thought going through his mind of how ridiculous it was for 
a grown man, a bodybuilder who weighed over 250 pounds, to be struggling 
against a 14 year old girl half his size.  And losing!

    "Let me know when you want to start," Cindy purred.  Her elbow was still 
planted firmly on the desk.  She looked up at Al with a look of pure contempt 
on her face.  Her forearm and bicep swelled further as she increased the force of 
her grip.

    This time Al was unable to stifle his cry of pain.  He reached down and 
began to use both arms and all of his weight to try and pull Cindy off of him.  
Even with both arms and his tremendous weight advantage he was unable to 
move the girl's arm.  His hand began to hurt terribly and sweat began to form 
on his body as he exerted all of his strength against the girl.  His muscles 
bulged uselessly as he struggled and pulled trying to use the big muscles of his 
legs and back to their best advantage.  Still she did not move and the pain in 
his hand increased.  Finally unable to take any more he fell to his knees, 
exhausted.  "Allright, you win, please stop you're crushing my hand," he 
pleaded.  He could not believe the strength this little girl had acquired in such a 
short time.

    Cindy looked over at him, her smile big and malevolent.  "Feel my muscle," 
she commanded.  "Go ahead, feel it or I'll pulverize your puny hand."  She 
increased the pressure for a split second to show she was not kidding. 

    "OWWWW!," Al yelled.  "Stop already."  He reached over with his free 
hand and ran it over her bicep.  It was even harder than it looked and even 
pressing with all his might he was unable to even dent the surface of it.  
Impressed he began to rub and probe it further, becoming aroused, even as he 
was slightly repulsed by the thought of what he was doing.

    "Now what were you saying about a drug test?" she began as she flexed her 
bicep further for the big man.

    "This can't be happening," Al whispered and suddenly he shot to his feet and 
tried to catch the girl off guard.  He managed to bring her elbow off the desk, 
but she planted her feet and flexed her body.  She pulled Al off his feet with a 
jerk.  Throwing him over the desk onto the floor on the other side of the room.  
Al lay there, his shoulder feeling as if it had been pulled from its socket.

    Cindy walked over to him and stood over his prone body.  "Now, me and you 
need to come to an understanding.  Don't we Al?"  She lowered herself onto Al 
and wrapped her legs around his midsection.  She began to flex her legs slowly 
as she talked.  "Now, Al what was that about a drug test?"

    Even before he could wonder at her new found confidence that allowed her 
to address him on a first name basis, Al found a new pain to deal with as her 
legs began to crush his stomach.  He flexed his abs as tight as they would go 
and pounded on her thighs with his hands.  Her muscles felt like stone, as his 
hands ricocheted off of them with no effect.  She still showed no sign of 
exertion but Al was beginning to have trouble breathing.

    "You are not going to tell anyone about this, are you?"  She punctuated her 
statement with a squeeze that made Al wince.  "Are you?" she asked again, 
raising her hips slightly off of the ground and tensing her legs.

    The pain in Al's ribs was acute now.  "No," he wheezed.  "I'm not going to 
tell anyone, just please stop."  The air was now totally gone from his lungs and 
he pawed at her legs, marveling at their steely hardness.

    "That's good," she smiled as she looked down at Al's panicked face.  
"Because if you did, I might get mad, and who knows what I might do then."  
She flexed her legs even harder and Al recoiled in pain, his arms flailing in 
surrender.  "Now say goodnight, Al."  Her legs crushed even harder and Al felt 
his ribs bend.  The pain was incredible and then, mercifully, he blacked out.

    When he woke up his ribs and shoulder were terribly sore, but he didn't think 
anything was broken.  He managed to get dressed and go home without seeing 
anyone.  He needed to decide what to do now.

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    That night as he nursed his sore body, the doorbell rang.  He answered it and 
found  Pammy at his front door.  As Al opened the door she burst inside 
brushing him aside.  She had a glazed look on her face.  "I didn't know where 
else to go," she began.  "Please make it stop," she cried throwing her coat to the 
floor.

    Like Cindy, Pammy's body was several inches taller, and covered in mew 
muscle.  As he watched, her body appeared to shudder and Pam let out a cry.  
Instinctively, Al stepped forward to comfort the girl and he felt the hardness of 
her muscles.  She was almost hot to the touch and he could feel her body swell 
under his touch as Pam continued to sob.  "What did you do?" Al asked.  Pam 
made no movement - as if she had not even heard the question.  "Pam, " Al said 
taking her face and between his hands.  "This is important, you need to tell me 
what happened to you."

    Her face grimaced in pain, "I got some of those pills from Tammy.  I knew it 
wasn't right, but I wanted what she had.  They told me not to - but AAIIHH!" 
she screamed in pain.

    Al could feel her body exploding beneath him, the muscles were growing.  
"They told you not to what, Pammy?"

    She continued her teeth clenched in effort. "I took two of the pills at once, 
they said not to do that, that they didn't know what that would do, but I was 
impatient."  Again she screamed in pain as her body shuddered.  Her clothes 
began to rip and fall away from her body.  The muscles were huge and 
insistent, the mere cloth no impediment to their growth.  She had appeared to 
grow another couple of inches right in front of Al's astonished eyes.  Al tried to 
avert his glance from her body but he was amazed at the creature in front of 
him.  Her muscles were incredible and he could feel their strength.  Her chest 
heaved and grew.  Thick muscle exploded on her pectoral region and her 
breasts blossomed to at least twice their original size.

    The only comparison Al could make in his mind was that she was turning 
into the Hulk right in front of him.  The only thing missing was the green 
color.  Pammy's body was turning a healthy brown as her muscles exploded.  
"What should I do, is there someone I should call?" Al asked.  Pam made no 
response, her body continued to grow.  "I'm going to call an ambulance," Al 
replied finally.

    "NO!" Pammy screamed.  With a convulsive effort, she threw Al off of her.  
He flew across the room and into the wall, hitting his head hard.  He blacked 
out.  When he woke up he looked around dazedly letting his head clear for a 
minute.  He didn't see Pammy, but heard muttering in the bedroom. 

    He walked into the bedroom and saw the girl that used to be Pammy 
standing in front of his full length mirror.  She was huge.  She had exploded to 
about 6 feet in height  (she had been barely above 5 feet only several weeks ago) 
with muscles bigger than any Al had ever seen before, bar none, male or 
female.  She was naked, her clothes long ago succumbing to the muscles that 
now covered her body.  He estimated her arms at over 24 inches as she flexed 
them in the mirror.  The peaks were huge with incredible vascularity.  Her 
chest was well over 50 inches around with two breasts the size of basketballs 
standing proud and firm.  As she did a full front lat spread her body fanned out 
to incredible dimensions.  Her huge chest was offset by a tight waist probably 
about 26 or 27 inches Al thought, with incredible definition.  Her legs were 
immense with quads well over 30 inches and perfectly formed.  Her calves 
bunched to a hard knot as she moved, promising incredible power.  She looked 
over to Al and smiled.

    "I'm beautiful, aren't I?" she asked.  She turned to the mirror and flexed, 
obviously in love with her own musculature.  "Well what do you think Al?  I 
probably can't do gymnastics anymore, but who cares, look at me," she laughed.

    Why were all of these girls suddenly on a first name basis with me, Al 
thought.  "Pammy, are you all right?" Al asked tentatively.

    "Pam," she said.  "I think it's going to be Pam from now on.  No one with a 
body like this can be called Pammy.  What am I talking about," she giggled to 
herself.  "No one's ever had a body like this before."

    Al had no argument with that, "I think you should see a doctor," he began, 
"we have no idea what this stuff did to you."

    "Nonsense," she replied.  "I feel fine, better than fine I feel INCREDIBLE!"  
She moved over to Al.  "Go ahead feel me."  She grabbed Al's hands and led 
them over her body.

    Her body was harder than anything he had ever felt before.  Even harder 
than the girl who had worked him over so easily this morning.  He began to feel 
afraid of what this girl was capable of.  It was a lot to handle for a 16 year old 
girl to suddenly have the power to do anything she wanted.  Al backed away 
from her back into the living room.

    She followed back after him.  "Don't be afraid, Al.  I won't hurt you, we're 
going to have some fun."  She flexed her body and walked towards him.

    "What do you mean, have some fun?" he asked, the fear obvious in his voice.

    "Well you see, Al.  I'm a virgin."  She looked up at him with a look of 
hunger that made Al shiver.  "I've always had a crush on you, so I'm picking 
you to help me rectify this situation.  You can't tell me that this body doesn't 
turn you on."  She flexed her body again, the muscles exploding.

    Al looked at her.  The face was still that of Pammy.  But the body was that of 
an Amazon Goddess.  It did turn him on, muscles had always turned him on.  
But it scared him even more and he began to back away again.

    Pam looked disappointed and reached out and grabbed him with a movement 
almost too quick to follow.  She held Al close her incredible body pressing into 
his.  He could feel her breasts against his chest.  The nipples were digging into 
his flesh and she began to gyrate her hips against him.  He struggled but felt it 
was no use.  She looked up into his face and smiled at him.  "I didn't ask if you 
wanted to, Al.  I said you were going to be my first, so you might as well enjoy 
it."  She flung his body on the ground and jumped on top of him.  She tore off 
his clothing as he struggled ineffectively.  "You can't stop me," she laughed.

    Al was terribly aroused and embarrassed at the same time.  A part of him 
loved being dominated like this, but the thought that this was a 16 year old girl, 
and one of his students kept coming back to him.  He knew it was useless to 
struggle, but he tried talking to her.  "This isn't right, Pammy, uh Pam," he 
corrected looking at the scowling face she had made when he called her 
Pammy.  "This is rape."

    She laughed at him.  "It's only rape if you aren't willing and I think that 
erection means that you are liking this."  She reached down and fondled his 
prick, already stiff.  Al moaned in pleasure as she handled his manhood.  She 
again laughed at him, "Now shut up and let's get to it," she said.  She placed 
her breasts in Al's face pressing them hard into him.  They completely 
enveloped his head.

    She mounted Al and let out a gasp at the sensation.  She did not appear to 
have any of the pain (or the uncertainty for that matter) that is often associated 
with a girl's first time.  She constricted powerfully on Al's member and he 
marveled at the control her body had.  Her chest was still covering his head and 
he was having trouble breathing.  He tried to move her off him, but she didn't 
move.  She didn't even appear to notice his struggles as she started to ride him.  
Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him deeper into her.  He gasped in 
pain as her legs trapped his already bruised ribs and began to squeeze 
rhythmically.  As Al struggled under her, her movements got quicker and more 
powerful.  It was painful and pleasurable for Al  at the same time.  As she 
continued the pain started to override and Al struggled harder.  He heard her 
laugh as he beat his hands on her back.  She only increased her motions and 
began to arch her back and squeeze her legs even harder.  As she neared 
orgasm her movements became almost violent in their ferocity.  When she did 
finally achieve orgasm for the first time in her life, Al was long ago 
unconscious, squeezed out from the pain and lack of air.


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    He woke up the next morning, his body feeling as if he had been run over by 
a truck.  Pam was gone, but she had left a not on the table.  It said.  Thanks for 
a lovely evening. Pam.  He guessed that was supposed to be some kind of joke.

    He decided to call one of the other coaches and tell her what had been going 
on.  Sheila Hurst had been an Olympic gymnast 15 years ago, winning several 
medals.  She and Al had a past, having dated when he first began coaching the 
team.  They had not parted on the best of terms, but had managed to become 
friends anyway.  He could think of no one he trusted more than her.  He caller 
her on the phone and asked her to come over.

    Sheila stood in the doorway.  The same pretty face that had lit up the country 
when she was a teenager competing for her country was still evident.  At 30, 
she kept herself in good shape, performing many of the moves herself as she 
taught them to a new era of gymnasts.  Al led her in and began his story.  She 
listened without interruption.  He told her about Tammy and the pills, his 
encounters with Cindy and Pammy (Pam - although he left out the sex part) - 
everything.

    "Who knows what this stuff is doing to them, - it could be killing them," he 
continued.  "Pammy's a veritable monster, she could probably lift one end of my 
house off the ground.  And I think it does something to the girls, it makes them 
more aggressive or something."  He stopped as Sheila sat unmoving.  "Well, 
what should we do, you do believe me, don't you?"

    "Oh, I believe you," Sheila replied.  She stood up and walked over to the 
door.  Al was puzzled as he saw her lock the door and remove her coat.  He 
gasped as he saw the muscles on her body as she turned back towards him.  "In 
fact, I know all about the pill.  I was one of the first test cases.  And the pill is 
fine, it's not killing them, although it was stupid of Pam to overdue it like that.  
I just didn't know that you knew about it.  That was sloppy of Tammy, I'll have 
to talk to her about it."  She walked over towards Al who sat frozen in his seat.  
"The question is what am I going to do with you?"  She approached the big 
man a smile of menace on her face that scared Al terribly.  Her biceps swelled 
unbelievably as she put her hands on Al's shoulders.  "Al honey, I think our 
relationship is headed for a brand new beginning."  

The End (for now)