these
things.’
‘All what
things…oh!’ She stopped as he slid a hand under her hair and pulled
her towards him, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. He let her go
again and smiled.
‘See? Nothing.
It’s just a case of stepping outside yourself while you do it -
watch your own performance and do what is necessary to be that
character.’
She grinned
suddenly. ‘Can I have another go?’ She twined an arm round his neck
and kissed him hard, rubbing one leg along his thigh and giving the
clinch everything she’d got. Moments passed, until she pulled back
with a triumphant grin. ‘So, how was that then?’
‘Very good,’ he
said calmly, pulling out a tissue and wiping his lips. ‘Quite
convincing. If you can do that with Colwyn I doubt he’d suspect
that you didn’t mean it.’
She looked
slightly crestfallen. ‘I thought you’d be weak at the knees after
that. I gave it my best shot. I must really be out of
practise.’
He laughed.
‘But I’m an actor, remember. We can appear to be immune to the
advances of leading ladies, no matter how attractive they might
be.’
‘Well thanks, I
think.’ She looked sideways at him for a moment, but decided to let
it go. ‘So, how do I get to meet up with Colwyn, anyway? Have you
got a plan in mind, or do I just walk up to him and flutter my
eyelashes alluringly?’
‘You could try
that, but it’s probably not the best approach. We’ll need to get
you into the same social arena somehow, or into a place where he
goes regularly.’ He clicked his fingers suddenly. ‘Got it! He uses
the gym in his apartment building nearly every day. That would be
perfect.’ He studied her appraisingly. ‘Hm, how’s your fitness
level, Robyn? It doesn’t really matter, of course, but it’ll make a
better showing if you’re not too inept. Have you been to a gym
lately?’
‘Gym? Never
been to one. I’m pretty fit from working on the farm though. Just
you try lifting a full-grown sheep, or doing a full day in the
shearing shed - don’t need any fancy machines for that, boy.’ She
flexed her biceps, and he nodded approval.
‘Good, once I
show you how the machines work I expect you’ll look as if you know
what you’re doing. Of course, we’ll have to get you some gym gear
first.’
‘Oh no, not
those poncy lycra thong things that disappear up your bum?’ she
wailed. ‘They are so wanky.’
‘Think of it as
a tool for social intercourse.’
‘I should think
intercourse was impossible with one of those on.’
‘Just go along
with me on this, will you?’
They purchased
the necessary clothing, then Mike took her to his nearest gym for a
practice session. Robyn eyed the rows of machines suspiciously.
‘They look a
bit medieval, Mike. Where are the handcuffs attached? Do the
attendants bring round the red-hot pokers or do you supply your
own?’
Two rows over,
a sweaty florid man grunted and strained, his face a rictus of
pain. Mike ignored Robyn’s comments and set up the pegs on a
shoulder lift machine.
‘Right, we’ll
start you off with a light weight on this one, OK?’
‘But that’s
nothing! I’ll look like a girl lifting that little bit. I can do
much more that that.’
‘Of course you
can, but think about it - you don’t want to look stronger than
Colwyn, do you? He won’t be comfortable if he thinks you can
bench-press him with one hand. Guys like to be physically dominant,
didn’t you know that?’
‘Well yeah, but
I thought that was just Pete being a pain in the butt. We used to
wrestle ourselves to a standstill as kids, when we were both the
same height. Once he got taller I had to resort to kneeing him in
the nuts, but we were still pretty closely matched.’
‘I’m afraid
Colwyn wouldn’t respond well to that, not unless he’s got a latent
masochistic streak I don’t know about it.’
‘Let me try it
- I’ll let you know.’
‘Robyn, just
learn how to use the damn machine, will you?’
‘Aye aye, sir.’
She saluted him
things.’
‘All what
things…oh!’ She stopped as he slid a hand under her hair and pulled
her towards him, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. He let her go
again and smiled.
‘See? Nothing.
It’s just a case of stepping outside yourself while you do it -
watch your own performance and do what is necessary to be that
character.’
She grinned
suddenly. ‘Can I have another go?’ She twined an arm round his neck
and kissed him hard, rubbing one leg along his thigh and giving the
clinch everything she’d got. Moments passed, until she pulled back
with a triumphant grin. ‘So, how was that then?’
‘Very good,’ he
said calmly, pulling out a tissue and wiping his lips. ‘Quite
convincing. If you can do that with Colwyn I doubt he’d suspect
that you didn’t mean it.’
She looked
slightly crestfallen. ‘I thought you’d be weak at the knees after
that. I gave it my best shot. I must really be out of
practise.’
He laughed.
‘But I’m an actor, remember. We can appear to be immune to the
advances of leading ladies, no matter how attractive they might
be.’
‘Well thanks, I
think.’ She looked sideways at him for a moment, but decided to let
it go. ‘So, how do I get to meet up with Colwyn, anyway? Have you
got a plan in mind, or do I just walk up to him and flutter my
eyelashes alluringly?’
‘You could try
that, but it’s probably not the best approach. We’ll need to get
you into the same social arena somehow, or into a place where he
goes regularly.’ He clicked his fingers suddenly. ‘Got it! He uses
the gym in his apartment building nearly every day. That would be
perfect.’ He studied her appraisingly. ‘Hm, how’s your fitness
level, Robyn? It doesn’t really matter, of course, but it’ll make a
better showing if you’re not too inept. Have you been to a gym
lately?’
‘Gym? Never
been to one. I’m pretty fit from working on the farm though. Just
you try lifting a full-grown sheep, or doing a full day in the
shearing shed - don’t need any fancy machines for that, boy.’ She
flexed her biceps, and he nodded approval.
‘Good, once I
show you how the machines work I expect you’ll look as if you know
what you’re doing. Of course, we’ll have to get you some gym gear
first.’
‘Oh no, not
those poncy lycra thong things that disappear up your bum?’ she
wailed. ‘They are so wanky.’
‘Think of it as
a tool for social intercourse.’
‘I should think
intercourse was impossible with one of those on.’
‘Just go along
with me on this, will you?’
They purchased
the necessary clothing, then Mike took her to his nearest gym for a
practice session. Robyn eyed the rows of machines suspiciously.
‘They look a
bit medieval, Mike. Where are the handcuffs attached? Do the
attendants bring round the red-hot pokers or do you supply your
own?’
Two rows over,
a sweaty florid man grunted and strained, his face a rictus of
pain. Mike ignored Robyn’s comments and set up the pegs on a
shoulder lift machine.
‘Right, we’ll
start you off with a light weight on this one, OK?’
‘But that’s
nothing! I’ll look like a girl lifting that little bit. I can do
much more that that.’
‘Of course you
can, but think about it - you don’t want to look stronger than
Colwyn, do you? He won’t be comfortable if he thinks you can
bench-press him with one hand. Guys like to be physically dominant,
didn’t you know that?’
‘Well yeah, but
I thought that was just Pete being a pain in the butt. We used to
wrestle ourselves to a standstill as kids, when we were both the
same height. Once he got taller I had to resort to kneeing him in
the nuts, but we were still pretty closely matched.’
‘I’m afraid
Colwyn wouldn’t respond well to that, not unless he’s got a latent
masochistic streak I don’t know about it.’
‘Let me try it
- I’ll let you know.’
‘Robyn, just
learn how to use the damn machine, will you?’
‘Aye aye, sir.’
She saluted him
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