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it? Size matters. You’re interested in his…” Abel motioned over the zipper of his jeans. It forced me to look at his crotch. Suddenly, I had an image of what he might have under his clothes. He was tall, actually. Probably taller than Thor, but Abel was leaner. If our human anatomy class proved anything, it might clarify that a taller man had to be proportionally adept.
    I blushed as Abel caught me staring at his zipper region, just a little too long.
    “Well, it’s not his size I’m interested in either, although if that’s what it takes…” My voice trailed off as I realized I’d said too much.
    “If what’s what it takes?” Abel questioned with an edge to his voice. His blue eyes darkened.
    “Never mind,” I mumbled.
    “No, tell me,” Abel demanded, leaning across the small writing platform and facing me. His elbow rested on the desktop, suddenly shielding my view of Thor and some brunette, who was laughing a little too loudly at something he said.
    “I need to get where he goes,” I hinted, thinking there was no way a person like Abel would know what I was referencing. The fights weren’t a secret, but they were hidden.
    “The underground?” he responded, surprising me.
    “Shhhh…” I said looking over my shoulder. “Yes,” I answered quickly then glanced back at Abel.
    “Hhmmm,” he replied, sitting back and staring across the rows at Thor. His eyes narrowed as he studied Thor for a moment.
    “I know someone who can take him.”
    I was surprised again. “Really? I heard Thor’s the best, and I’m counting on it being true.”
    “Why?” Abel asked, turning toward me again. His eyes studied me this time. I wasn’t ready to respond, though. I’d already said too much and Abel had already done enough. I’d owe Abel and I needed cash to pay him back for the tuition save. I was going to kill my mother. Thor was even more important to my mission. When I didn’t respond, Abel spoke again.
    “Heard there’s a new fighter this season. Someone who’s fast, knows how to move.”
    “Uh, well, he better be big, if he’s going to beat Thor.”
    “So size does matter?” he chuckled.
    “In this case, yes.”
    “Too bad. Heard we’re going to learn in this class that taller guys have longer…” He motioned to himself again. I had to laugh. This made people turn in our direction, and I realized I had become the girl who was laughing a little too loudly, at the wrong guy in the room.

When Elma laughed, my dick pulsed. Wonder if they’d be teaching us that physiology in human anatomy? I didn’t really need the course. This would be an easy A for me. I understood the control of body and the strength to clear my mind, but I needed an elective course for my degree. Kinesiology: the study of bodily movement. It was something I’d been working on since high school. Something I focused on as I entered the gym.
    I liked to workout late at night. There weren’t many people in the rec center then and the place was quiet. Most people were studying or partying. It was the first day of class for the spring semester, and my roommate was going out tonight. I told him I’d meet up with him later. I had to get back to my routine after the winter holiday. Tonight was circuit training. As I worked my muscles from top to bottom, my mind wandered. Elma Montgomery was a mystery to me.
    She’d been staring so intensely at Thor Thurston, I could almost see them having sex. She wanted him, but I sensed there was a deeper purpose. I wasn’t jealous by nature. I’d learned to let that emotion go. It was wasted energy when I was younger. Cain had all the attention anyway. Cain Callahan, Cobra in the ring. He’d become a prizefighter, working his way through the proper channels under the guidance of my father and his team of trainers. I was never trained for the fight.
    Considered small for my age, I was scrawny and thin as a child, but I was fast. My father likened me to a colt. My mother said my fighter