Chapter 9

“We’ll just put that over here,” Butch said, taking the garment and laying it on a nearby bench. “Okay, hold out your arms.”

Butch first wrapped the tape around Ernie’s forearms and then his biceps. Ernie waited for the snicker he was sure was coming. There was none.

“Now flex,” Butch instructed.

Oh, God! Ernie thought, feeling that maybe coming to the gym hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

“Twelve and a half, right. Twelve and a quarter, left. Not bad,” Butch commented, writing the measurements on his clipboard.

Not bad? Had he heard Butch right? He’d always thought of his arms as scrawny.

“You’re right handed aren’t you?” Butch asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Yep, the dominant arm is always the biggest. Now for your chest.”