Chapter 5

“So Fat boy I was told that you used to be a varsity basketball player.“ Trinity said as she made herself comfortable on a nearby chair keeping her eyes on the cute butterball in front of her.

“Yes … Ma’am!”

“Well, it seems like those days are long gone soldier.” Trintiy teased.

“What do you mean by that Ma’am?” Dane donned a half smile on his face that made him sinfully attractive. He knew exactly what Trinity meant, but he wanted her to say aloud so everyone can hear it.

Trinity slowly licked her lips as she regained her cool Danes question had caught her a bit off guard.

“Well…you have really let yourself go Fat boy! Tell me how does the Varsity Jock go from a six-pack to Keg? You should be ashamed of yourself your MOOBS are bigger then my double D Breast Fat boy. We have to get you back into shape…

“What would a girl know about being in-shape?" Dane was still standing attention but now he was grinning from ear to ear.

It took every ounce of will power that Trinity had not to break character and break into some feminist debate. Remember what Mike said “he just gets off on being pig headed he does not mean any harm. Let it trickle off you like water. “Trinity slowly uncrossed her legs, stood up, and began walking towards Dane.

“At EASE Soldier!” she said as she took off her aviators, “I’m going to need you to explain to me what you mean by that!”

“Well come on you can’t honestly think you in better shape than me …a man. You’re a chick and it’s it proven facts that Men are stronger than women . So there is no possible way you can be in better shape than me.”

Dane bit his bottom lip glaring at Trinity ready for her to spit out a spicy comment for him to get off on.

"Your argument is pathetic soldier. So your saying that even though your clearly obese that just because your man you stronger than me a poor weak girl." Trintiy Taugnted

"Precisely what I am saying" Dane said proudly.

"Therefore, by your logic a man of lets 600lbs or more is better shape because well he’s of the male species?"

"Exactly good thing you are smart to make up for how weak you are." Dane fired off another comment that made Trinity bite her lip and take deep breath.

"You’re just trying to make yourself feel better cause your glory days are behind you tubby. You should of cut down on the pop tarts and doughnuts, because now your way too fat to ever see that penis of yours ever again. So to battle against your large girly moobs and the fact that you can’t see your dick you like to prove you’re a man by making up incorrect theories about the strength of men and women. Although you may be speaking truth that men in fact are have more upper body strength I still feel like you have seriously confused strength with being in shape, which are clearly two different things. In addition, what is strength anyway? Doesn’t the definition of strength change with someone’s opinion? For instance, your flabby arms may be able to beat me in an arm wrestle but if we were to engage in actual fight, I would plan to move around you eventually tiring your fat ass out and then power kick you in the chest. Then I would watch as fat goliath comes tumbling down, therefore making me physically and mentally stronger. You get it fat boy!" Trinity said breathing hard trying to catch her breath from the long rant she had just gave. She caught Dane with his mouth wide open in complete shock at the audacity of Trinity’s Girl power.

CRAP! Trinity thought to herself Oh no did I just completely killed the mood he didn’t pay 500 hundred dollar to be insulted by me. Well, there goes FEEDER FOR HIGHER’s reputation. Good Job Trini!” Thoughts of failure began to trickle in to Trinity’s mind she knew that her feminist voice had ruined her chances a successful business for ever. That was until she looks down at Dane’s bulging sweat pants.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re fucking hot when you’re pissed off?

"Those sweats don’t leave much to the imagination do they?" Trinity closed in on him and whispered in his ear relieved that she was still doing a good job.

If you so tough prove it!!! Dane said with a naughty smile!

"How?" Trinity accepted his challenge

"Sit-ups! I used to do 600 hundred sit-ups every night and I bet not much has changed." Dane had the confidence of a professional NBA star; Trinity had no idea where it was coming from though. She was going to whip this little butterball in sit-ups.

“Whoever can do the most sit ups in 2 mins.“ Dane laid out the rules.

"Game on!" Trinity said hopping to the floor in sit-up position.

“Ready…Steady…GO!” Dane set himself up for absolute embarrassment and failure. Not wanting to underestimate her competition Trinity at “GO” busted out 50 sit-ups without even thinking about it.

“How ya doing over there huh… 67...68 ...69?" Trinity said still in the zone.

"Huh...huh whew! Three. Can’t talk gotta beat you." Dane said clearly winded.

"OK whatever!" Trinity giggled and continued until she heard the alarm go off on her cell phone signaling the end of two minutes. Both of them landed hard on their backs from sore abs.

So how you do…huh? Trinity was breathing hard she slowly turned over to face Dane who had turned red and sweaty resembling the Kool-aid man. Trinity enjoyed seeing her tubby man all worn out, but she was anxious to hear the results.

"You first!" Dane Breathed.

"UHHH Fine 200"…now you. Trinity urged him on

"Ten …and a half." Dane laughed at himself. “Man that was painful." Dane laughed making his bowl full of jelly shake. Trinity noticed how cute he really was his chubby baby face, his confident smile, and that belly. She had to admit there was something about kicking his ass in sit-ups that really turned her on.

"So who’s stronger now soldier?" Trinity sat back up and confidently put her aviators back on.

"Ok so sit-up are not really my thing, but give me one last try to defend my man hood." Dane Pleaded

"What do you have in mind?"

"Stairs…we start at the bottom and the first one to reach the apartment wins."Dane again set the terms.

"That is five flights of stairs are you sure you want to do that?" Trinity reminded

What are you scared? Dane teased.

Game on!