“Is she messing with us?”
    “Dunno” taking the short distance, as her backside comes into view. Seeing her turn to them with a bright smile is short lived, as they see the plethora of men standing around her. One being that asshole Craig.
    “All done?” Closing the distance, as they look over her shoulder.
    “Yea”
    “Pay them no mind, this way” Waving them to follow, but its hard not paying attention to them. They seem to be watching her like a hawk, giving the twins the urge to blacken their eyes from her view.

    “Okay so you’ll start here” Stopping at what looks like a course for kids. Laughing they can’t believe she really wants them to do this. Returning to his arrogant ways, Owen challenges her.
    “I’ll tell you what. I’ll make you a deal” Sliding her hands into tight back pockets, making her front more defined.
    “I’m Listening” Cocking his head to the side. Never being the one to turn down a challenge. Her proposal is they can watch her work out, while they sit around doing nothing. The idea of her bending and sweating, waters mouths.

    “Deal” Shaking her hand. A little teasing on Owens part, before she shows them what they have to do. Its easy enough. They’ve done this kind of thing before, and it proved to be no more difficult then breathing. Yelling to a man he takes off, coming back with weight vests. Handing one to each of them, slipping them on. Getting rid of most the guys, two stick around. Our big mouths get us into trouble when she says she’s not done. Disappearing into the trailer, returning with two off white shirts, that stick of something dead.

    “What the hell is that smell?” Holding the shirt as far away from our noses.
    “This is your motivation” Chuckling as we slip the shirts over the vests. Were stupid enough to ask what for, only to find out we have to compete against someone else. Or something…. Her loud whistle as she calls for a Titan and Zeus. We were expecting two rock sized men, to come out of the trailer. Instead we see two powerful looking dogs, and not just a little golden retriever. A Rottweiler and a German Sheppard. Their loud barks and snapping of jaws, make us think Riae has finally snapped at all our messing with her.

    Patting the dogs, they settle right down. Licking her face and whining for her attention. Explaining the dogs are going to be chasing us, we gulp. Owen having a problem with the Sheppard while Van is getting a death stair from the Rottie. We don’t see how we can finish the course with two dogs hot on our heels, when she explains that the dogs wont be released till the end.

    “After the course what’s the point in that?” Owen keeping a good eye on the Sheppard. Again she chuckles as she tell us we need to run the whole perminator of the junk yard, while her mutts chase after us.
    “This is insane” Throwing his hands up. Agreeing with his brother, Owen isn’t sure what to make of this work out. Walking to the start they wait, the thought of seeing her working out leading them to do this crazy challenge.

    “GO!” Clicking the stop watch, as they stomp threw the tires. A guy yelling something about Forest, only to laugh with another guy. The barking dogs in the background, making their blood spike. Thinking she might release them early just to get a laugh, they run the course faster.
    “COME ON MOVE YOUR ASSES” Her screaming words as they drop the heavy tires on the white chalk X. Knocking the dummies down is proving to be harder, their already loosing momentum. The dummy down the earth cracking words of her ring threw their ears, looking behind them as dogs barrel after them. Their snarls and barks as the move quicker then the twin, running around the cars. Pushing themselves over the top of a truck and around another car. Dodging the small sharp edges, as the heavy paws behind them drive them to go faster.

    “Shit” Van growls running up the front of an old beetle, before smashing to the ground. Owen is having his own problems, as the German Sheppard is convinced he’s going to get his shirt.
    “COME ON PUT YOUR ASSES IN GEAR” Her loud voice, reminding them of the bet they made. So glad they wore running sneakers, as the dirt under their feet kicks up dust and small rocks. The sweet sound of.

    “HEEL” As the pounding paws come to a screeching halt. Patting along with the dogs, she comes down from the trailer. Giving them each a bowl of water, before tossing the twins a bottle. Pouring the water all over their over heated bodies. She’s more then pleased, not even carrying that she now has to workout in front of them. Pulling off the vests and shirts, their thoughts fly to her taking everything off. Offering to buy them lunch, they gladly except.

    Hands on a firm ass, she glares at them. With sad puppy eyes, she allows them to hold her. Playing keep away with their lunch, she’s more then ecstatic right now.
    Sitting on the dry ground, over looking more of the park she eats quietly. Letting them get some much needed energy into their systems.
    “You guys did very good” Pausing as she takes another bite.
    “I’m proud of you” Giving the most sincere smile. Something about the way she said that, has them feeling most accomplished. The words proud and them aren’t something they hear very offend. And coming from her, it seems like the best gift of all.

    “We didn’t do anything” Trying to fluff it off, when really they were glowing inside out.
    “That’s not true, not everyone can complete that course on their first try” Taking another bite. Stroking their egos is just as good as the idea of her really stroking them.
    “Tell us, have you done it?” Owen asks, taking a bite.
    “Yes” Nodding, crumpling the wrapped stuffing it into the plastic bag.
    “And?” Van pushes, hoping they can find out more about their guilty pleasure.
    “And what?” Blinking lightly.

    “Did you finish it on your first try?” Stuffing his wrapper in with hers.
    “Yes” Smiling, with a hint of something more. In unison we raise our brows.
    “I completed it when I was fifteen” Giggling as she stood up brushing off her ass. Looking at each other, getting up with her.

    “What?” Following her back to the gym.
    “I told you daddy doesn’t discriminate, I was trained right along side my brothers.” Looking over her shoulder. Pulling the gym door open, her father turned around. Looking us up and down before smiling at his daughter.
    “Good lesson?” Smiling at him, kissing his cheek.
    “Yes dad, I’m taking over the spare room.”
    “Alright” Nodding as we pass him, following her. Walking into the room next to the yoga mat room. The spare room had a few work out machine, along with weights. Tables and chairs scattered around, with a few pull up bars.

    “Okay so I owe you a workout, so relax.” Smiling she walks back out the room, we pull up some chairs. Owen sitting in one backwards, while Van grabs two putting his feet up on one. The door opens clicking locked, letting our eyes travel up the very short tight grey shorts, to the pink sports bra. No shoes, no socks, her hair let down. Perking up watching as she uses muscles to walk across the floor, turning on a radio.
    “My workouts are….different” Flashing her whites.

~Riae POV~


    “My workouts are….different” Watching as their expressions, turn to interests. The music started playing, giving me something to warm up to. Bending pulling on my muscles, getting them to warm up. Popping my neck, and fingers, my body letting me know I was good to go.

    “Please just don’t say anything” Swallowing as they were already watching me intently.
    “Whatever you say” Grinning from ear to pointy ear. Sighing as I flip my hair, I click the cd on. Waiting for my song to play, standing with my back to them. Giving myself the courage to do my workout, use to being alone when I workout. Breathing in and out, feeling the beat as I work my body the best way I know how. Shimming my hips, as they pop in and out. My legs sliding in a rhythmic motion, extending my fist as I jab the air. Dropping it hard, sliding my legs under my body flipping on my hand. Holding myself, supporting all my weight on my one hand.

Grabbing the floor with the other hand, slipping my legs, going back and forth, front to back. Dropping down in a split, flipping myself back up. Side stepping as if I were in a match, rolling my shoulders ducking out of a imaginary punch. My knee coming up jabbing the air, tapping the ground as I pivot around flinging my leg outward. Doing a double spinning kick into the air, before landing next to a punching bag.  The sweat dripping down my stomach, as it rolled with the side swipes I was doing into the bag. Sliding my left foot back before bringing my right up and over, cracking into the middle of the bag. Rocking it from side to side, turning around to do the same with my left.

    The cracking sounds of the chains rattling, as I grab the jump rope off to the side. The new music turning on. Wiping my face, before I started off jumping, the rope whistling as it passes my feet and head. Picking up my speed when the music beats faster. Twisting the rope this way and that, cracking it against the ground. That sound of sweat as it slides off your body, the music tuning into your soul. Feeling the very beat of your own heart, as it threatens to come right out. Loosing yourself never thinking about the what ifs or the where’s. Fighting had been my life, thrown into a cage like some kind of wild dog.

    Ready to tare and shred anyone or thing that gets in my way. My father egging me on, as my brothers yelled words of encouragement. Passing the junior league before the ripe age of fifteen, fighting with the big dogs. Men built bigger then my tiny 100 lb frame. Tossing the rope as I was now dripping wet, and wanted to move on to something a little more me. Picking up a small white bag, covering my sweat covered hands in a powered like substance. Dropping it back to the ground, as my hands clap pushing the extra dust off.

Looking down at my shoe laces, my eyes slowly looking up. Tuning out the twins, as my feet pushed off the concrete. Launching my body up, gripping the large metal beam. Pulling myself up, wrapping my legs around it. Dropping my head crossing my arms to chest. Working the core of everything, as I dropped back down the blood rushing to my head. Only to spring back up, doing a few before I felt the heat in my stomach. Pushing a few more out, then grabbing the bar swinging back and forth.

    My momentum giving me enough push, to rocket to the ground. As my feet touch down, they spring turning my body sideways. Kicking out dropping to my hands and knees, using my upper body raising my legs over my head. Spinning around using my own weight as a way to work my arms. Pushing up only slowly lower down. Dropping my lips centimeters to the floor, holding it before my body flips up. But I’m not feeling the pleasure that working out gives me. Dancing the fight battle, rolling my shoulders as my feet do the dancing.

My fist blocking my face, before shooting out going for the sweet spots. Kicking one way as that same leg retracts coming back for another blow. Adding in my training from karate lessons my father had me take. The sound of my feet stomping, letting my body fall backwards, turning my hands cushioning the blow of my head hitting the floor. Catching the guys standing up, but I’m already for what I’m about to do. Flipping my feet over my body, back flipping three times. Dropping into a squat, dipping my hand between my legs holding my weight on that one hand. Holding my legs out in front of me, then turning them to the sides.