The Fine Art Of Avoiding Lasers
Dressed in nothing but skintight shorts, Sam took a deep breath and started to bend. He slid under the first red strings without a problem; none of the bells attached jingled to signal a mistake. His ass in the air, he extended and swept his left leg forward, levering himself upward.
By the time he reached the end, he was sweating like a horse and every muscle in his body ached, but he was grinning with accomplishment. He wiped some sweat off his forehead, only to hit a string and cause the whole thing to start ringing.
“Well, crap.”
By the time he reached the end, he was sweating like a horse and every muscle in his body ached, but he was grinning with accomplishment. He wiped some sweat off his forehead, only to hit a string and cause the whole thing to start ringing.
“Well, crap.”