Chapter 11: Mr. Perfect
Chapter 11
Mr. Perfect
Houston, Texas
Mr. Perfect finished his squats—twice his body weight, to build his legs and back and also tighten his ass—then he moved to the power bench for chest work. On Wednesday he did chest and legs, and he had another great workout today. His arms and thighs ached, the lactic acid burning, and a glance to the mirror confirmed what a specimen he was. Every week he managed to improve an already perfect body.
While he worked, he watched her. Patti was her name and she was nearly perfect. Not as perfect as him, but nearly. Tight ass. Good legs and arms. Great abs. He wouldn’t call her pretty. Not pretty like him, but…what…sexy. Yes, sexy is what she was, and she had a body to excite a man.
She was doing pull-ups and watching herself
