[guydaley]

Mighty Mite – The Interrogation

Mite slumped into Guy's car seat and groaned, "Oh I over did it but I was so angry."  She wrapped her arms around herself.  I looked over and I could visibly see that she was shaking. 

"Mite", I said, "What do you need right now."

"I need to eat and I need to eat right now."

"There's a buffet, how about that place?", I said.

"All you can eat fat buffet, sure why not", she said, her voice shaking.

I quickly parked, and we got out quickly, her hood was up and she was huddled over like it was 20 below.  As we were walking in, "Guy do me a favor please, I'm going to sit down, fix me a plate, but nothing that's deep fried okay?"

"Sure", I said, more than a little concerned.  I guessed with body fat as low as hers she wouldn't have much in reserves, probably ate 6 – 8 times a day and her workout was brutal and long this evening  Probably had the constitution of a hummingbird. 

I didn't think I could carry more than one tray and a full plate without dropping it so I went back for my portion and took a glance back from the steam table.  Mite's hand was shaking pretty badly but she was starting to shovel food in at full steam. 

When I got back, her plate was clean, "Can I get you another plate?"

"No, thanks, I'll be fine now, I'll help myself to more in a bit.  Actually the all you can eat Asian buffets aren't so bad, they have some deep fried stuff but most of it isn't and lots of seafood."

I could see that her shivers were fading quickly.

"Okay Guy", Mite said. 

"Yeah", I said with my mouth full.

"Your going to have to help me because I can't see it."

"MMph, see what?", while chewing another big mouthful.

"What makes you so special."

"I don't think that I am, I lead a fairly dull life, hardly ever get a ticket, I've never broken a bone or had a stitch in my life.  Not even a cavity up until recently but I'm not sure the dentist wasn't lying and I've never bounced a check."

"No, being accident and incident free isn't going to do anything for me", Mite said. 

"Are you a musical genius?", "No"
"Is there anything you can do extraordinarily well?",   I can do drywall and tile fairly well.
That made her stop for a moment before resuming.
"Are you a mathematical genius, science buff?, "No and No"
"Guy, help me out here, what makes you exceptional?"

I reflected for a moment, "I like to recycle, I'm really concerned about what we're doing to the environment, I love animals, I think our government is corrupt, I like yard sales, auctions, think suburbans should be banned and I love muscular, fit, athletic women."

Mite, did a doubletake at the last comment but finally said, "okay you've never done anything exceptional, what about saving a persons life, you ever do that?

"No".

"Uh, what about luck?  No you can't be lucky"

"Well sort of", I said

"Tell me", Mite said anxiously as she leaned over the table.

"Like this evening, you fell but you pulled a rabbit out of your hat and didn't get hurt?"  I've had several close calls and came through smelling like a rose with little or no harm done."

Mite pondered for a moment, "Interesting attribute, but that's not it.  No, its like I'm supposed to do something with you and its going to change my life but I don't know what else to do with you besides train you. 

I mumbled into my plate over another mouthful, "I could think of one or two things."

"Sorry?", Mite said.

I took my time, chewed very carefully, swallowed, sipped some water to collect my thoughts, "I don't want to say anything that might jeopardize my training with you.  But I will say this, you are beyond unbelievable and hopefully if you let me stick around some of it will rub off on me and my life won't be so dull and boring anymore."

"Please", Mite said in a whisper, "Don't tell me your falling in love with me." 

Hesitantly, I lied, "No", "I'm smart enough not to expect something like that, I just want to become a client, I hear its quite an honor."

"How much did Jim tell you, he knows well enough to respect my privacy."

"He hardly told me anything except what I just told you, oh and that you saved his life and the boys whoever they might be."

Mite sat there for a moment thinking, "I'm going to get another plate."

I sat there with butterflies and steamed rice in my stomach.  God I hope she didn't see through my lie.  She's like Ms Bond, probably goes out and saves the world on weekends.  DAMN, that's what I could do, just put it right in my mind that I only idolized her, like some movie star from afar.  No, that won't work, I'm having regular face-to-face time with her and you don't do that with idols.  I NEED to put some distance here although I'm getting sucked in.  God, what a balancing act and I've been putting all my frustration into workouts, no wonder I'm making such good progress.

Mite came back down to the table with a heaping plate, all nutritious I could see, lots of meat too.  "You want to hear something funny?" as she sat down.  My best clients, the clients that made the most progress, every single last one of them had fallen in love with me."

I gulped, "Not again", I thought.

"Its seems that they spent so much of their energy on their workouts trying to please me by getting into superior shape that they had nothing left in which to pursue or were afraid to risk anything in order to get closer to me, that includes two women."

I felt like I was on a slippery slope here and I was wearing the wrong shoes.

"But I find other ways to motivate too, not all of them fall in love with me.  Jim for instance, he respects me."

I interrupted Mites monologue and blurted, "Mite, I know you're the best.  I've seen some of things that you can do.  You've got more credibility than a roomful of personal trainers and it goes beyond that.  Why aren't you training for some kind of Olympic sport or competing professionally or working for Barnum and Bailey's for that matter.  You don't have to explain anything to me."

"Oh but I do" Mite said.  "Your a puzzlement to me and until I get it figured out I can't focus on you or my other clients or my own welfare for that matter.  You failed tonight."

I heard those words and I don't think I would have heard anything else if she continued.  But she sat there waiting for a response, a reaction.

"Look" I said and my stomach was roiling now, "I don't know what you have me pegged for and I'll do whatever I can to help you figure it out but in this I don't want to fail," and trying to keep the desperation out of my voice I said slowly, "Are you sure I can't retake the test, do some remedial stuff, clean the chalkboards or something?"

"I'm sorry", Mite said, either I keep all the rest of my clients or drop all of them and keep you.  What do you think I'm going to do?"

There was a pregnant pause, and trying to keep a stiff upper lip I said, "I'll get the check then, its the least I can do for the time you've spent with me plus I owe you a bunch of shakes."

When I got back to the table I began to say, "shall we go" but I noticed a business card on my side of the table.  "What's this?"  I looked at it and the card said nothing other than Mighty Mite and a phone number on it and handwritten in ink there was an address.

Mite had gotten up from the table when I was examining the card.

"It's time to sandwich in some strength training.  You'll meet me there, oh lets say four days from now, that would be a Friday at 6:00 PM.  I think you'll be pretty sore all the way around until then but do try to stretch, keep limber, maybe find that hot tub you mentioned except without the beer.

God, what a roller coaster, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "No, wait, hold on, tell me one thing please." 

"What are all these references you make concerning summer?"

Mite looked at me as if wondering if she was ready to tell me something this personal and then sat back down.  "Okay, I'll give you this for now, don't ask me for anything else until I volunteer.  I've been short and petite my whole life even my one and only bloom was tardy.  Up until my senior year in high school I was painfully small.  All the girls around had or were sprouting like crazy everywhere.  I had waited patiently for the same thing to happen to me.  I was 4' 9" and skinny but something wondrous happened after school let out which is my definition of summer.  I started to grow.  I had almost given up that I was ever going to grow anymore and then it just started happening.  I figured out I had started to grow again when I reached 4' 9 1/2 and I think I measured myself every single day until we went back to school.  I danced, I laughed, I played because I was going to catch up to everybody and fit in.  I had so much fun and nothing bothered me because I was growing fast, and I projected that if I kept this up I would be 5' 6" by sometime in spring.  I called my Dad, Shorty all summer long which made him laugh.   My enthusiasm was catchy and my parents were very happy for me too especially my Mom.  My Mom spent hours with me shopping for clothes, not buying them but shopping because I expected to be able to buy in young adults section soon and it was just plain fun.  When I got back to school and everybody had remarked upon how much I grew, I would just light a smile from ear-to-ear.  I LOVED hearing that.  But I stopped growing when I got back to school, and yet I kept measuring every day for another year, ESPECIALLY the next summer hoping that wondrous things would start to happen again and they never did.  I grew 4" that summer.  I'm 5' 1" and I haven't grown a millimeter since.  That summer was a joyous time for me.   But by the time Christmas of my senior year in high school rolled around I couldn't wait anymore.  I wanted to grow again and I fixated on muscle since that was about the only thing that I could do anything about.  Senior year, I lettered in several sports and got a college scholarship.  I've always kept close track of my measurements since Christmas of my junior year because I vowed I would do something about it.  I made slow but steady progress on my musculature all the way up to my senior year in college and that's where it stopped, it didn't matter what I did, how hard my workouts, methods, you name it  I've tried everything except steroids, that's a line I won't cross although I have considered it several times.  However, after tonights excruciating workout I wouldn't be surprised if my lats are a couple centimeters bigger after all its summer, and she smiled at me sweetly."

"Wow, that's quite a story…..Please don't think I have anything to do with anything special, I like to play board games, I own a Ford Ranger and I recycle and if I was an X-Man that would have been revealed sometime after puberty during an emotional event.  Since, I've met you, I've been traumatized frequently so apparently that's not triggering anything."

That made her laugh which made me laugh.

I can only promise that I'll work as hard as I can to get into shape.  You are an incredible workout partner and I can't imagine any better motivation.   

There were a few awkward moments and I noticed the fortune cookies that were left on the table.  "You want to look at your fortune cookie?", I said to Mite.

Mite seemed to notice the cookies for the first time, frowned, reached over and flicked the cookie closest to her with her finger and it went whizzing through the air onto the buffet line, "I hate fortune cookies, they lie too often."

I looked over at the buffet line and I looked back at her, "Damn that was a good flick, is there anything you can't do?"

We both busted out laughing, but she got up quickly, "I'll see you on Friday."

"Don't you want a ride?"

"No I need to do some thinking, good night."

Yeah and so do I said to myself as I watched her walk out of the restaurant.  I got another plate of food and chewed my food and thoughts for another hour before they kicked me out because they wanted to close.  I drove home trying to drive with my hands in my lap because I could barely lift my arms, had problems getting the key in the door and I plopped onto my chair and had a couple of thoughts before I fell asleep.   Does Mite have a Napoleonic complex and were the Greek goddesses, this mercurial?"

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Most wonderful, dear Guy Daley.

As your tale continues and evolves, so does the pleasure in reading.

I's greatly look forward to where your tale shall lead.

Peace
The Pimp NeonBlack

[guydaley]

That's exactly the encouragement I need to continue, thanks very much.  Hell, I myself am beginning to feel the suspense.  I apologize to all those FMGs that like instant gratification, but I prefer the slow build up myself. 

[slider]

Excellent work! The slow build makes a really nice change…. I love the anticipation. Can't wait to see where you'll take us!  😕 😀

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