It was big Anna that caught my attention first. All four ladies were exceedingly fit of course – after all, they met at the health club. But Anna was an amazing specimen. Six foot-three, nearly two hundred pounds she was huge for a woman without being the least bit fat. Not content with the impressive pulchritude nature had given her however, she’d been a body-builder since her teens, and now sported a sculpted, muscle-bound form that would intimidate anyone this side of an NFL defensive lineman. Add a dose of steroid rage, a passionate militant lesbianism that predicated a vicious contempt for all men and topped off by a close-cropped butch look from hell, and she’d always inspired major unease in me. But this time she sported accoutrements – indeed they all did – clearly designed to terr
