[JimmyDimples]

To be frank, I tend to shy away from numbers alone, since that alone isn't descriptive or give me any REAL clue on how big.  I usually result to real-thing comparisons.  Like…

Thighs as big around as extra-large pizzas.

An arm with baseball-sized biceps… uh, croquet-ball size… nope, sorry, volleyballs… uh soccer balls… basketballs?

Although 24" around is supposed to be that of a Raquel Welch/non-waif model's WAIST…

[JimmyDimples]

Credit where credit's due.  Definitely a whole lotta muscle.  Well drawn.  Expression that could freeze a river in Vietnam in July.  In the amaz0ns.com's Wonders of the World, She's a Great Wall.  Excellent job, and my props, Dr.Otto.

But mind you… for every Great Wall… there's a Genghis Khan waiting to storm it just 'cuz it's there…

And she's the strongest looking… so far… but I haven't finished writing Like a Weed yet.  Heh.

[JimmyDimples]

Heh.  Just thought of a vignette:

Les twiddled with the wiring above Tetsuko's bedroom.  Finally it sparked, and his laptop connected.  "There!" he said with a smile.  "She's all set for broadband.  $49.95 fee and hang around the room all day for installation?  I don't think so."

Then he started to work his way in the crawlspace back out.  But then he hit a soft spot in the tile.  Quickly catching the tile before it fell, he sweated a bit. 

"Hey!" said a female voice below.  "Who's up there?!"

Yerp.  Les shuddered.  "You show yourself right now before I come up there after you!"

Reluctantly, Les moved the tile out of the way… and Tetsuko looked right up at him, lying on the bed.  She was wearing nothing but her muscly left  arm as a top, a sheet as a bottom, and a smile.  Her scowl melting into a recognizing smile, she slipped her right arm under her head, flexing that biceps, and gave him a "come hither"
stare.

He smiled nervously.  "Internet guy."  And he held up the tools to the trade to prove it. 

Tetsuko nodded.  "I could use a state-of-the-art laptop."

Then she pulled her right hand out from under her head, and curled it into a fist.  POOMP!  She rapped the wall. 

"YIIIIKE!" Les screamed as he plummeted.  Foomp! He landed, cushioned by her catching arms, her plump chest, her thighs, and the mattress.

"Hee.  And they said just because I wanted and wished for a cute guy, it didn't mean he'd fall in my lap."  She gave him a squeeze and his nose a peck.  "Now get outta here before the RA shows up."

Marvelous pic, Dave.  Wondering what I'm gonna do for my 500th post…

[JimmyDimples]

Not quite PERFECTLY what I'd ordered, but I appreciate the speedy service.  Thanks!

*tips the waitress with a fiver*

[JimmyDimples]

Say, folks, writing up Like a Weed is getting me kinda hungry for some good ol' eatin' from Waffle House.  And while it'll be a while before I can get some waffles or hash browns all the way, I'm wondering it anybody'd want me to make a buff WH waitress to tide me over.

A T-bone steak platter waitress, if you know what I mean.  😉

http://www.wafflehouse.com should give you some pics of waitresses, if you need a reference.

[JimmyDimples]

That is, as they would say back in the day, solid gone.  Or the cat's pajamas, I'm not sure which.  8)

[JimmyDimples]

Thank YOU for drawing the original in the first place.  🙂

[JimmyDimples]

I brought both, silly!  ;D

The fruit basket was a gift expressly for you. 

The pizza and other junk was for the site-warming party for everybody visting.

And some for you too… but… (^^;; *shows all the empty, trashed cans, pizza boxes and chip bags*)

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*sees the gauntlet on the ground, takes it up*

It may be a time in coming, MMM.  I've got a lot of writing irons in the fire as is.  But I WILL give you a story that will meet, if not beat, the challenge.

*bows honorably*

[JimmyDimples]

Gotta admit, that's not too shabby.

I particularly like how made the veins a lot more subtle than many vascularity artists make 'em.

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