Fit for Love

ottled because of my cousin’s idiocy. My cousin, Daniel, stood next to me, trying to reason with him, claiming it was all a mistake, whi

, man,” Daniel said. “At least let my c

retty nose and then slash your cousin’s

’t have stick legs like a runway model, but

trunks are large, they can squeeze

a stranger stung. I wanted to tell him how I’d been working my butt off for over a year in the gym, and even tho

me and asked me to meet him at

night of the week. But Daniel said the drinks were on him, so instead of donning my elastic waist pajamas, I made a little effort in a black mini-skirt, red silky top and black strappy heels. I know I don’t have the most model

heels. Who was I trying to kid anyway? I wasn’t ready to hook up with anyone yet. Not after what happened with Ryan. That

es the blondes. He uses me, his curvy brunette cousin, to disarm the attractive women. Usually, I play along with Daniel’s antics. He’s helped me out as of late, getting in shape, ea

s common of Nick’s Place, a cool LA hangout, to attract wanna be actresses. It’s probably why Daniel chose the place. I left to go to the bathroom and when I came back, Daniel was dancing with one of the blondes,

something was wrong. I circled the dance floor, checked the bathroom and by that point, my feet were aching in the heels. I figured the bald guy must have been a jealous boyfriend of

e smell with a possessive boyfriend waving a bat above my hea

your girl,” Daniel kept repeating.

st have seduced her,” said

Daniel asked. “I hav

. It was then that I realized it had all been a set up – the girls, the bald guy watching them, all to lure my cousin outside to willi

might not have the brawn, but surely I had the brains – brains I wanted to keep in my head and not spilled out with the rest of the stinky tra

aseball player sliding into home and swiped the bald guy’s leg with my own, causing him to topple back, the

am my cousin. I turned on my knees and lurched toward the bills Daniel threw on the ground, just losing out to the thug

me to my feet. But that gave the bald guy just enough time

amed, but it

punch in the stomach, grabbed the bat, and quickly ushered Daniel away toward the street. The other thug didn’t bother messing with

, can we stop for a slice of p

pi

h. F

fr

oy a couple of alcoholic drinks now and again. I unstrapped my shoes and held them in my hands. My bare feet dangled against the se

ing to work if my arm’s broken? And he took par

ys honest with girls. They just weren’t always honest with him. We c