Sweet Revenge
By Mac
Lynda grows big and muscular, and gets revenge



Riverside High was the typical high school. Typical teachers, typical 
principle, and typical problems.  It also had your typical social 
groups: the jocks, the nerds, the popular kids, and the 'bandos' (those 
marching band kids never did fit in with anyone - except themselves!).  
But Riverside High was unique in one aspect.  The undisputed leader of 
the jocks was a girl, a girl named Jennifer Hummer. 

'Jenny' was a beautiful girl.  She was also the best all-around athlete 
in the school.  She had competed in gymnastics until she was 12 and only 
quit because she was becoming too tall and well developed to compete 
against the smaller, lighter girls.  She held state high school records 
in the javelin, shot put, and the mile run.  She was the starting 
centerfielder and batted clean-up on the boys baseball team.  But her 
passion was football.  She was the most ferocious and feared linebacker 
in the league which had earned her the nickname 'Jenny the Hammer.'  
Unfortunately, Jenny was also the biggest bully in the school, as well.  
If she wasn't proving her superiority out on the field, she would be 
proving it in the halls.  Jenny and her girl friends were constantly 
hassling someone, but their favorite target was Lynda Merkle. 

Lynda was best described as, well, a nice girl.  She was a true 
bookworm.  She would rather curl up with a book on biochemistry than 
watch TV.  Summertime to her just meant more time that she could spend 
in the library or down at her mother's work.  Her mother was a chemist 
for a small lab while her dad was an accountant.  Lynda was aware that 
she was picked on by these girls, but she had resolved not to fight 
back.  Violence, she reasoned, never solved anything. Jenny, on the 
other hand, held a different philosophy.  She believed that the strong 
got their way in this world and the weak got pushed out of the way.  And 
to this end, she pushed herself daily.  Jenny inherited great genetics.  
Her mom had been on the dance team in college and her dad was the star 
of the football team.  He had played a couple of years of pro ball 
before he was cut from the team.  He started Jenny in the weight room 
after she quit gymnastics, to build up her already blossoming strength.  
She fell in love with lifting immediately and ever since was two 
workouts a day, six days a week.  Over the next five years, Jenny 
developed the most incredible body.  She was 5' 10" tall with long blond 
hair.  Her thighs were nearly the same measurement as her waist.  Her 
shoulders were broad and thick.  Her stomach was rock solid with ripped 
abs and obliques and her breasts, while not huge, were well rounded and 
easily filled out a C-cup.  All this contributed to a dramatic hourglass 
figure that was topped of with huge, bulging biceps that were the size 
of baseballs. She was physically perfect in every way. 

Lynda was just the opposite.  Frail and thin, it was obvious that she 
had been sickly as a child.  Although she was equal to Jenny in height, 
she had never been blessed with the kind of genetics needed to build 
muscle.  So all of her energy had gone into the perfection of her brain.  
She pushed herself to excel in every academic area.  And that's where 
the trouble started. One day in Social Studies, Jenny was asked a 
relatively easy question.  When she stumbled over the answer, Lynda 
effortlessly gave the correct answer.  But she added a quick, "Anyone 
with half a brain would know that!" just to annoy Jenny.  Well, it did 
more than annoy her, it pissed her off.  From then on it was open season 
on Lynda Merkle. 

At first the attacks were not much, a shove while passing in the 
hallway, knocking Lynda's books off of her desk in class, stealing her 
pencils, breaking her calculator.  But the more Lynda ignored these 
things, the madder it made Jenny, and the more vicious she was in her 
pranks.  Soon she was throwing Lynda's clothes into the showers during 
P.E., tripping her down stairs, even ripping the door of Lynda's locker 
(with her bare hands!). 

The final blow was delivered on the last day of school.  As Lynda was 
coming in from P.E., she was suddenly surrounded by Jenny and her 
friends.  They started shoving her and spitting on her.  When she would 
offer no resistance, they began to punch her and kick her until she was 
on the ground, nearly unconscious.  Then they ripped her clothes to 
shreds, leaving her naked for all the school to see.  

As they were leaving, Jenny turned and said, "This is just a little 
something to remember me by this summer.  And think about all the fun 
we'll have next year when we're Seniors!" 

Lynda's shock and embarrassment quickly turned to rage and then 
commitment. She would show these animals.  She would meet them on their 
level.  She would fight fire with fire, and muscle with muscle! 

The next morning, Lynda joined a gym.  She was determined to get in 
shape by the end of the summer.  She met with a personal trainer and was 
put on a program.  She worked very hard at her program for the first two 
weeks, but her gains were minimal at best.  At this rate, she figured, 
it would take her ten years to get to be Jenny's size.  Discouraged and 
ready to quit, she suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.  Her 
strongest body part had always been her brain.  Why not put it to use in 
this situation? 

Lynda dove into her research.  She poured over weight training manuals 
and nutrition journals.  She spent hours at her mother's lab, mixing and 
testing different formulas.  In a couple of days she had designed the 
perfect weight program in addition to the perfect combination of diet 
and supplements.  To top it off, she had invented a 'Power Shake' that 
she would drink twice daily before each workout.  The shake would 
convert every bit of energy she used into muscle. 

From the very first day, Lynda noticed a difference.  Her skin felt a 
little bit tighter, the weights felt a little bit lighter, her grip was 
a little bit stronger.  Every day more and more muscle mass began to 
appear on her once skinny frame.  Soon the shorts and t-shirts that she 
had used in the beginning to work out in became too tight.  She replaced 
these with baggy sweats so she could hide the remarkable changes that 
were happening to her body from the other regulars in the gym.  She knew 
that she was building an awesome body, but she didn't want anyone else 
to know, not just yet! 

Lynda also began noticing another pleasant side effect of the Power 
Shake. Although she was 17, she had never really developed much in the 
way of breasts. 

 She wasn't totally flat chested, but having little or no body fat or 
muscle, her breasts fit easily into a training bra.  Now she was 
noticing a marked development in her chest, not only from her thickening 
pectoral muscles but her breasts were actually filling out, too.  After 
the first two weeks of her new program, Lynda had to go buy new bras 
along with her baggy sweats.  Standing in the dressing room, modeling 
her new bra for herself, Lynda loved the changes that were happening to 
her body.  And she couldn't wait for even more and bigger changes to 
come. 

Lynda always seemed to be hungry.  She was eating an enormous amount of 
food at every meal and eating at least five times each day.  Her mom was 
involved with an intricate problem at work and didn't take notice of her 
daughter's growing appetite.  And her dad was either constantly thinking 
about work or fiddling around with his computer at home, so he didn't 
notice Lynda's growth either. Lynda would gulp down breakfast while her 
dad read the newspaper and then drink her Power Shake and bolt off to 
the gym before her mom was even up. 

July began with Lynda lifting even heavier than before.  She was bench 
pressing 200 lbs for reps and curling 80 lbs with both hands.  She knew 
that those were impressive weights for a girl who had just started 
lifting seriously two weeks before, but she also knew that she was 
nowhere near Jenny's strength yet.  So she pushed herself hard all month 
long.  Two workouts each day that lasted about an hour each, and at 
least an hour on the bikes or stair machine to build endurance.  She 
would take several naps during the day to help release her natural 
growth hormones.  She had decided to not take steroids (she was sure 
that Jenny had been 'on the juice' for years) because of all of the 
negative side effects.  Besides, she had her Power Shakes, and even the 
brightest minds in the supplement business had never come close to 
anything that worked as well as those did. 

By mid-July, Lynda was becoming truly large.  She had been measuring 
herself all along to keep impeccable records of her growth.  She had 
started with 8" toothpick size arms and now they measured 15".  Her 
chest had gone from 24" in June to an amazing 40" now.  Her waist, 
always thin, was a scant 20" previously and now measured a thick, 
muscular 24".  Her thighs had doubled in size from 13" to 26".  Even her 
breasts took on a fuller look in the last two weeks.  She had to buy new 
bras again as she was a definite B-cup!  Her endurance had increased as 
well.  She was now able to run the equivalent of a mile on the treadmill 
before she even broke into a sweat or started to breathe hard. One day, 
towards the end of July, Lynda was riding her mountain bike over some of 
the town's toughest hills for her aerobic training.  The route happened 
to take her past the high school.  Although it was still the middle of 
the summer, Jenny was there with several other football players, running 
wind sprints and practicing plays.  Lynda got close enough to watch 
without being noticed. Jenny looked like she was in awesome shape, 
easily as heavy as the boys, but just as easily beating all of them in 
the sprints.  Then Jenny grabbed one of the larger boys and pressed him 
over her head a couple of times, just to show off.  Instead of being 
shocked or scared, Lynda became even more determined to push herself 
even harder toward her goal. 

"Just you wait, Jenny Hummer," she said to herself as she pedaled away, 
"summer's not over yet!" 

By the end of July, Lynda was benching 375 lbs.  Her strength in all of 
her lifts had almost doubled in the last four weeks!  She was doing 
concentration curls with 75 lbs dumbbells, and leg presses with eight 45 
lbs plates on each side for a total of 720 lbs.  Lynda's muscles were 
thick and strong.  She looked like she had been training hard for five 
years.  She had to admit, she loved her new powerful body.  Activities 
that had been too strenuous before, now were easy.  Things that had once 
been too heavy to lift now seemed unbelievably light.  Even her 
movements had become more graceful, flowing, like a huge wild cat.  But 
she knew she still wasn't to the point of challenging Jenny.  She had 
one month, she reminded herself, to get ready for a rematch, a rematch 
she was determined to win! 

Late one night, as Lynda was finishing up her workout, she stopped for a 
while to punch the heavy bag that was hanging in the martial arts room 
of her gym. It felt great to get some of her anger and frustrations out 
on the bag, and maybe even pretend that it was Jenny she was punching.  
An old woman was on the other side of the room moving very slowly in 
what seemed to Lynda to be some sort of strange dance.  When she 
finished, she stood with her knees slightly bent, her hands crossed 
gently in front of her. 
  
"You have so much anger in you, Lynda." she said softly, "It keeps you 
from achieving true focus for your energies."  She remained perfectly 
still. "What?"  answered Lynda, "How did you know my name?  And how do 
you know how I feel?" 

"I have watched you since you came in here last June." the old woman 
said, as she slowly turned toward the muscular girl, "And I have seen 
the remarkable progress you have made in such a short time.  But 
something is fueling this intensity of yours, and I feel that it could 
be revenge.  Am I correct?  You look like a warrior getting ready for a 
battle." 

"Yeah ... maybe." Jenny punched the bag a couple more times, then turned 
towards the old woman.  She was Asian, perhaps Chinese,she stood only 
about 5' 4" tall and looked to be about 60 years old.  "I figured 
sometimes a person has to stand their ground, and if that means being a 
warrior or an amazon or being the biggest and strongest, then that's 
what it takes." 

"But the biggest and the strongest may not always win."  the woman 
replied, "You are certainly bigger and far stronger than I, but you are 
so unbalanced by your revenge that even I could defeat you." 

Lynda smiled, "Yeah ... right ... ma'am, I don't want to hurt you or 
anything, but I could probably lift you with just one hand..." 

"Push me." the old woman interrupted. 

"What?" Lynda couldn't believe what this lady was saying. 

"Try to move me, push me, knock me down."  the old one insisted as she 
beckoned Lynda towards her. 

"Okay, ma'am, but like I said, I don't ... want to ... hurt ..." Lynda 
was struggling against the tiny woman, but she wasn't budging.  She 
tried pushing, throwing, pulling, nothing would move her.  "How ... how 
are you ... doing ... this ..." 

"My chi, my life energy is focused," the old woman calmly explained, "I 
am rooted to the ground.  You might as well try to uproot a tree.  And I 
can also direct that energy out through my arms ..."  She pushed Lynda 
in a way that was both gentle and forceful.  Lynda practically flew 
across the mat, landing 15 feet away on her butt. 

"WOW!  Who are you and how did you do that?" Lynda was totally shocked 
by what had just happened. 

The woman resumed her relaxed posture, "I am Rose Chiang and that is 
called 'Pushing Hands'.  It is part of Tai Chi." 

"Is that what you were doing when I came in here, Mrs. Chiang? Lynda 
asked. "Can you teach me?" 

"It takes many years of practice to achieve the level of focus that I 
have, but you can start." Rose replied. "The journey of a thousand miles 
begins with the first step.  I will be honored to teach you what I have 
learned.  And you can just call me Rose.  In return, I would love to 
know your secret.  How did you grow so fast? I wouldn't mind building up 
my muscles a bit." 

"Meet me here tomorrow, Rose, and I'll bring the drinks." said Lynda 
with a wink. 

The next week went by quickly.  Rose was astounded at how fast Lynda was 
learning the secrets of Tai Chi.  She could sense the young girl's chi 
strengthening day by day.  And Rose, too, had never felt so good in all 
of her life.  Lynda had shared her secret Power Shake formula with her 
and her body was already responding.  She could feel her muscles toning, 
and her own energy level rising. 

Lynda began to practice Tai Chi for an hour before her workouts.  She 
found that her energy level was soaring after the session and that she 
was able to make even greater gains in strength.  By the middle of 
August, her strength had almost doubled again.  She would warm up with 
800 lbs on the leg press machine and then go up from there until she was 
doing sets of 8 reps with 1400 lbs. She was easily benching 700 lbs for 
reps now and could curl 150 lbs in each hand 10 times.  Lynda started 
going to the gym even earlier than before, not just because she didn't 
like to attract attention, but because she needed to use nearly all of 
the weights in the gym just to get a good work out, especially on leg 
days. 

Lynda continued to monitor her progress with a tape measure, but instead 
of weekly readings, she was now taking her measurements every other day 
just to keep up with all of the changes that she was going through.  She 
would take her measurements at home in the privacy of her bedroom 
because she was still wearing her huge sweats to the gym to continue to 
hide her bulging muscles. She didn't want word of her transformation 
getting back to Jenny.  So she would strip down late at night at pull 
out her mother's cloth tape measure from the sewing kit. 

Her thighs now measured an amazing 31" while her waist grew to 25" of 
steel-hard muscle.  Her chest (under her breasts) was a solid 50" of 
thick muscle and her upper arms each measured a full, hard 20".  She 
knew from looking at the bodybuilding magazines at the gym that her arms 
could blow away any female bodybuilder, and most of the men.  And she 
was finding it incredibly hard to find a bra that would fit, not only 
was the circumference of her chest so large, her breasts seemed to be 
growing as well.  They were huge, perfectly round globes that would 
easily fill a D-cup.  Luckily for Lynda, they were also so firm that she 
really needed very little support, and she only wore a bra when she went 
out in public, which was becoming more and more infrequent. True to her 
bookworm nature, Lynda was still spending a lot of time in the library, 
when she wasn't at the gym.  For some reason the exercise and the Power 
Shakes seemed to stimulate her mind as well as her body.  She had read 
through all of the books in the public library on science (her first 
love) and was now camping out in the university library reading nearly a 
book each day in between workouts and meals.  All-in-all, she was having 
a great summer, but she was still anxiously awaiting the beginning of 
school and her inevitable show-down with Jenny. 

Lynda kept up her intense workout schedule for the final two weeks of 
summer, and by the end of August she had nearly doubled her strength 
again and again added inches upon inches of rock hard, rippling muscle.  
She loved to work her biceps until they nearly tore through her 
sweatshirt's usually baggy sleeves. She even started popping a few seams 
toward the end of the month.  And she loved to load on the pounds and 
feel her quads scream for mercy as she relentlessly lifted over a ton of 
weight, pumping her thighs to unheard of dimensions. 

She was inadvertently drawing some attention at the gym.  Some guys 
would come early just to see if they could get a glimpse of the 
mysterious 'wonder woman' that they had heard about.  And sometimes, 
when Lynda really wanted to push her legs even harder, she might have a 
couple of big guys climb on the leg press for the last two reps. 

Even Rose was looking great.  After only a month of drinking Power 
Shakes, her muscles looked firm and even showed a little bulge here and 
there.  Her breasts were swelling a bit and sitting a little higher on 
her chest.  She looked like a woman half her age and was getting quite a 
bit of attention from some of the older men in the club. 

Finally (!) the last few days of summer vacation were coming.  Lynda had 
topped out at 2500 lbs in the leg press, 1250 on her bench, and had to 
use an Olympic bar to hold the 300 lbs for her one hand bicep curl!  The 
last night before school started, she stood in her bedroom in her once 
baggy sweats, looking at herself in a full length mirror and thinking 
about the next day.  Then she grabbed her sweats and effortlessly ripped 
them off of herself, shredding them into little pieces, just like the 
girls had done to her last June.  But now instead of the sickly, skinny 
frame of a frail bookworm, there stood a massive, radiant, magnificently 
muscled body of a super woman!!  She flexed every muscle til they took 
on unbelievable size and hardness from her steel-cable forearms all the 
way down to her huge, bulging calves.  One last time she measured 
herself: 18" forearms, 23" upper arms with high peaked biceps and thick 
veins, 32" across her shoulders, 58" around her chest (just for fun she 
measured around her nipples - 74"!), 26" waist, 36" hips, 40" thighs, 
and 22" calves. "All right, Jenny Hummer," she said as she held her arms 
up and flexed in an unbelievably huge double-bicep shot that would be 
the envy of most male bodybuilders, "it's time for a little 'Sweet 
Revenge"! 

The next day, Jenny rose early and dressed in her new clothes that she 
had just bought the week before.  Although she was extremely proud of 
her new physique, she still didn't want to give anything away before she 
saw Jenny.  She wore a blouse with long, puffy sleeves and a long skirt 
that reached down to her ankles.  At the breakfast table, dad was 
reading the paper as usual.  Lynda marveled at how she was able to build 
this mountainous body right under his nose.  She had seen her mother 
looking at her strangely a few times, but she had never said anything 
either.  After she finished her breakfast and had one more Power Shake, 
Lynda got a crazy idea.  As she started heading out the door, she leaned 
down to kiss her father on the head like she did every day, but today 
she lifted up his chair with one hand and planted her kiss on his head, 
then set him down before it could hit him what his normally diminutive 
daughter had just done. 

Just then her mom came in wearing her usual bathrobe.  Lynda swept up to 
her and lifted her up by her waist, twirled her around and hugged her. 
"See ya mom and dad, gotta get to school," Lynda said as she bolted 
through the door, "have a great day!" 

"Martha, did you notice something ... different about Lynda?" asked dad 
as he lifted up his coffee cup. 

"Well, George, if you mean that she just lifted you and your chair with 
only one hand," replied his patient wife as she mixed a shake for 
herself, " ... then I suppose so.  Oh George, you are so out of touch 
some times.  I noticed Lynda growing right after school got out and she 
joined the gym." 

"Hmmm, I guess I did miss something," said George as he looked back at 
the morning paper, "I thought that she was using that old ski track 
thingy that was set up in the basement." 

"As a matter of fact," said Martha, leaning against the counter and 
draining her glass, "I was the one using that 'thingy'.  I let Lynda use 
our lab to work on a special shake that she's been drinking a couple of 
times a day.  So I figured I would give it a try, too.  I found that I 
had so much energy, that the only way to burn it off was on that 
machine.  You know, it gives you quite a workout." 

"Mmhmm ... " said George lost in an article. 

"Good for legs and arms and abs," said Martha as she slowly let her robe 
fall to the floor, "and great for endurance..." 

She stood totally naked in front of George.  He slowly looked up from 
his paper and nearly choked on a mouthful of coffee as he saw his wife.  
She had always had a plain figure with smallish breasts that had sagged 
some over time.  Now she was radiant, voluptuous, her clear skin pulled 
tight over well toned muscles, breasts larger, fuller than they had ever 
been, sitting high on her chest and bobbing sexily.  She turned 
slightly, running one hand over her perfect, round glutes while she 
cocked her other hand behind her head showing off a shapely bicep. 

"It must have been something in Lynda's shakes," she purred as she 
brought her hand up to her full, luscious breast, "I started drinking 
them a couple of months ago and I feel so good!" 

"You ... you ... look good," George finally found his voice, "no ... you 
look great .. phenomenal ... unbelievable!" 

Martha sexily strolled over to her overwhelmed husband and swung her 
firm, strong leg over him and squeezed, pinning his arms to his side.  
He reached up and began exploring the tight contours of her beautiful 
butt.  She slowly lowered one of her large, erect nipples to his mouth 
and teased him with it. "I took the liberty of calling your office and 
mine," Martha breathed into George's ear in between flicks of her 
tongue, "we're going to be a little bit late for work today." 

Meanwhile, Lynda was arriving at school.  All the kids were clumped in 
small groups talking about classes, lockers, dates, summer vacations, 
and of course, how the football team was going to do this year.  And the 
star of the team was again holding court with her gang of friends.  
Suddenly, Jenny spotted Lynda walking toward the group of girls. 

"Hey, look who's coming this way."  Jenny said to her friends, "Is she 
stupid, or what?" 

"She probably wants to make peace with you, Jen." suggested on of the 
girls. "Yeah?  Well what do you say we just pick up where we left off 
last year." said Jenny with a wicked grin. 

Lynda slowed her pace as she approached the group.  "Well, here goes!" 
she said to herself as she looked at the girls and mentally prepared 
herself for her challenge.  It was obvious that they had spent a great 
deal of time in the gym that summer with Jenny.  She was probably even 
supplying them with steroids by the looks of their buff arms and legs.  
And Jenny herself looked like she had added ten pounds of muscle during 
the summer.  She was wearing a cut-off tank top and short shorts that, 
being barely enough to cover her, showed off each of her finely 
developed muscles at their best. 

Quickly the girls surrounded Lynda and Jenny stood right in front of 
her, cutting off any escape route. 

"Hey, space case, what's with the baggy clothes?  Have you been porking 
out all summer, while we've been working out?" Jenny taunted as she 
flexed her big bicep.  "Maybe we should call you Fatso?" Jenny poked 
Lynda in the shoulder, "What do you think of that, Fatso?" 

"Well, I suppose," Lynda said as she pushed her glasses up her nose with 
her middle finger, "it's better than being a kiss-ass, pussy-wipe, air-
headed bimbo like you!" 

Lynda's words had the exact effect she thought they would.  First Jenny 
was stunned, then as she looked around at the others she was 
embarrassed.  Then her embarrassment turned quickly into red hot rage! 

Jenny flew at Lynda sputtering, "I'll kill you ... you little ..." Jenny 
never had a chance to finish her threat.  Lynda neatly dodged Jenny's 
lunge, tripped her, and sent her sprawling face first in the dirt.  The 
other girls just stood by, too shocked to move. 

Jenny pushed herself up. "Don't just stand there!" she yelled, "Grab 
her! Kill her!!" 

Suddenly all four girls rushed toward Lynda.  She was ready.  Weeks of 
intensive training with Rose had prepared her for this. She blocked the 
first girls punch with her notebook while she took out the second one 
with a quick side kick to the head.  She caught the third one in the 
side of the head with her binder sending her reeling.  The fourth one 
tried to punch her, but Lynda blocked her hand, grabbed her arm and 
flipped her ten feet through the air like a rag doll. 

The first girl circled behind her and grabbed her arms at the elbows as 
the third one prepared to smash her fist into Lynda.  Lynda took an easy 
blow to her rock-hard stomach which seemed to hurt the attacker much 
more than the victim.  Smiling at the ineffectual punch, Lynda easily 
broke free of the first girl's grasp, then elbowed her hard in the 
stomach.  The girl doubled over in pain and Lynda grabbed her and threw 
her at the third girl like a missile. They collapsed in a heap by the 
second and fourth girls.  It was all over in a matter of seconds. 

"Now to get back to Jenny" thought Lynda as she turned around.  But she 
was met with a tremendous roundhouse to the head that knocked her to the 
ground.  "I didn't think anyone could hit that hard!" Lynda thought to 
herself as she sat dazed on the ground. 

Jenny reached down and grabbed Lynda's blouse, "Try to get back at me, 
eh? You little shithead!  We'll just have to teach you another lesson!"  
Jenny ripped open Lynda's new blouse, expecting to expose her again to 
the whole school. Instead, she stared in shocked surprise at Lynda's 
gigantic upper body. "What the fuck ...?"  Jenny's mouth dropped open, 
"You're ... you're ... fuckin' huge!" 

Lynda took advantage of Jenny's momentary shock.  "Such language!" Lynda 
scolded as she swung her massive legs, sweeping Jenny's feet of the 
ground and as one girl went down, the other jumped up.  "You and your 
language belong in the garbage, and I'm going to send you back there." 

Lynda stripped off what was left of her blouse and slipped out of her 
skirt. She had worn a leotard and biking shorts under her clothes just 
in case something like this might happen.  Now as she stood in the 
middle of the school, her huge, thick muscles pumped and hard from the 
fight, it was obvious to one and all the Jenny had met her match. 

But Jenny's ego would never let her give up so easily.  She jumped back 
to her feet and charged at Lynda like she was tackling a quarterback.  
Lynda braced herself and took Jenny's best shot square in her rock hard 
abs without giving an inch.  The crowd of students that had gathered 
gasped because they had seen Jenny take a lot of guys out of football 
games with tackles like that one, but Lynda had barely moved.  Then 
Lynda came up hard with her knee in Jenny's ample chest, standing her 
straight up.