back, but it was like trying

to hold back an avalanche with a toothpick. slowly, inexorably, larry's

arm approached the table until it was pinned firmly down against

margo's left arm. she held it there for several seconds while she

mockingly smiled at larry's embarrassment.

"the winner!" called dominique, "in forty-three seconds." margo

released larry's sore arm and allowed hers to be raised in victory.

"margo leads, one to zero!"

there was a large chalkboard on the wall behind the ring with both

larry's and margo's names printed on it. margo walked over and put a

mark under her name.

"there'll be a five minute break while we clear the table out of the ring,"

announced dominique. she waved her arm and two burly women got up into the

ring and lifted the table over the ropes, handing it to dominique on the

outside. she steadied it with little effort while her assistants clambered

out of the ring to take the table from her and store it in a corner.

in the meantime, larry was trying to work the pain and stiffness out of

his right arm. he was stunned by margo's easy victory, especially

because he had been counting on beating her in the arm wrestling.

nervously he looked over at her while she sipped some water and

chatted with a few of the onlookers. margo looked fresh and cool, while

he was dripping sweat. before he was ready, dominique called, "yo,

margo! larry! in the ring! now!"

margo jumped from the floor to the ring apron, about three feet above

the floor. she then vaulted over the top rope into the ring.

"show-off," muttered larry very quietly as he climbed the steps and

ducked between the second and third ropes to enter the ring.

"the second test of strength is leg wrestling," said dominique. "each of

you lays down on the mat, right side to right side. you'll link your right

arms at the elbow. i'll count 'one, two, three, go'. at each number, you

lift your right leg in the air and lower it down again. on 'go', you hook

legs at the knees and try to pull your opponent over." she looked at

margo and larry. "you got that?"

the man and woman both nodded. while larry sat down on the mat,

margo removed her floppy sweat pants, revealing her legs to larry for

the first time.

larry stared in disbelief at margo's lower body. she wore only bikini

briefs, and her legs seemed (to larry) about five feet long. her thighs

and calves bulged with power. larry stared at margo's heavily muscled

legs and tried not to think that in the last contest he'd have to put his

head between her thighs and let her squeeze with all her strength.

margo moved directly in front of larry's face until her thighs completely

filled his field of vision. "i've got thirty-two inch thighs, larry, and

nineteen inch calves," margo purred softly. "what are your measurements,

about twenty and ten?" margo and dominique both laughed at larry's

discomfort. margo finally moved away and lay down on the mat at larry's

right side.

"lock arms," ordered dominique. larry linked his arm with margo's. it

felt as hard as granite. "jesus," he thought, "what did i get myself into?"

"ready?" asked dominique.

"let's do it," growled margo. larry gulped and squeaked, "ready."

"one." the two right legs rose and fell. "two." again margo's

muscular leg and larry's smaller one lifted and dropped. "three. go!"

larry and margo's legs locked, and larry devoted all his strength into

trying to force margo to flip over, to no avail. again he pulled with all

his power, but margo didn't budge. she seemed to be humming a tune

to herself. larry tried a third time to pull margo's leg down, but couldn't

budge it.

at that point margo tired of the game and utilized the strength in her

enormous leg to effortlessly flip larry over onto his head. as his feet

touched the floor, he heard dominique once again call, "the winner!"

embarrassed, he rolled over and watched margo stand over him with her arms

raised in victory.

"time, twenty-one seconds," said dominique, punching her stop watch.

"margo now leads two to zero."

larry started to sit up, but margo put her foot on his chest and forced

him back down to the mat. "hey, cut it out!" he sputtered.

margo removed her foot from his chest and leaned down. "what are you

going to do about it, shrimp?" she asked. when larry didn't answer, she

laughed and walked over to the chalkboard, where she placed another

mark under her name.

dominique stood over larry. "would you get up please? we have to

get ready for the tug of war." she extended her huge right hand. larry

reached up and she grabbed him, her hand nearly encircling his forearm.

dominique pulled and larry found himself heaved to his feet. dominique

laughed at the expression on his face, then released his arm and waved her

assistants into the ring.

larry stumbled out of the ring. the last contest hadn't taken that much

out of him, but he was dis