SUper strong simpson goddess
Chapter 1: Pain and strain
She was alone, In the entire residence of 744 evergreen terrace on a sunny Saturday afternoon She was alone, well except for the fish, Santa's little helper and a snoozing snowball V . This suited Her purposes.
She sat down at the desk staring into the pixelated wonder that was her Personal computer, clicked the shortcut for her chosen internet browser clicked images and entered 1 word:
Suddenly inside her heart beat increased as she flet "it" awakening from a slumber of just over two weeks since she last typed in a string of words that brought her and "it" face to face once again.
"It" could have been her desire to be fitter, bigger more vascular or jealousy that these people are allowed to brutally tear muscle fibres and rebuild bigger and harder than before and she cannot. perhaps even her thoughts of being stronger is where "it" spawned itself, whatever pychological byproduct "it" is, one thing is clear, "it" and she are becoming