Suit and Tie
Battle Two (preview)
by
Sal Bruno
WEDNESDAY
NIGHT -- the night before Fight Day Tom O'Reilly never thought he'd be put in
this situation, but here he was, less than a day before he had to face Sam
Reed to literally battle for his job. It wasn't that Tom couldn’t handle
himself. After all, the man was 5'11" of nearly flawless 6% bodyfat
perfection. His suits had to be hand-tailored to handle his 46" chest
and his 28" waist. His shirts had to be specially measured to handle
the flare of his lats tapering down to his narrow and six-packed waistline.
His legs were lean, solid and hard.... not huge, but with 25” thighs,
he was well-proportioned for his size. As he got home, he thought about what
was to come, and his stomach knotted. It wasn’t that Tom couldn't fight....
hell, he loved getting into bar brawls and knocking the shit out of some
drunk asshole with a big mouth. He liked the feeling of his fist
connecting to a man's face, and the power of busting a guy up and open before
mercifully putting him out of his misery.