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Karen Woods

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Dedication

For my brother, Darren Woods (Woody).

You are never far from my thoughts our kid.

Thank you for all the stories you told me.

A legend always Daz xxxxxx

Chapter One

Donny Knight stood in front of the large silver-framed mirror in the bathroom and flexed his muscles. He loved that mirror. He’d picked it up in an antique shop a few months before; he’d always had an eye for a deal.

He was ripped, handsome. Small droplets of clear water dripped down his smooth golden skin, like an ice cube melting on a hot summer’s day. His muscles looked like two swans dancing as he twisted his arms right and then left. What a poser, he thought. But he didn’t stop looking. The corners of his mouth started to rise as he smiled at his reflection. Those gym sessions had paid off – he was hench. All the hours of sweating, pumping iron, running, were worth it. Donny looked mint and he knew it. It hadn’t always been like that though. There was no way he would ever let himself become a couch potato again, no way in this world. He’d been down that road before and his lack of motivation on the inside had shown on the outside. He’d hated everything back then and when he pulled himself out of that life, he’d made a promise to himself that there was no going back.