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41 " God’s full name was Godofredo. He was actually Fredo’s nephew, which made me speculate that Fredo might be short for the same name, but when asked Fredo had given a flat look that made everyone drop the subject. Fredo was slender, not that tall, and honed down to lanky muscle like the slender blades he favored. God was inches taller, broader, and packed on muscle so that the nickname didn’t seem funny when you saw him step into the practice ring. “Hey, old man, aren’t you going to run with us?” God called. Fredo paused in his weight lifting with a barbell packed with the body weight of most of the smaller men here. He didn’t put it back on the rack; he held it partway lifted and answered in a voice without any hint of strain. “When you can beat me in the practice ring, then you can call me old; until then, shut the fuck up.” He started doing reps with the bar. God chuckled, and the sound matched the big chest. They liked each other, but it was guy liking, so there was a lot of cussing and good-natured jibes exchanged. Until I’d hung out with enough men I’d never realized that fuck you could be an endearment of the highest order. "
― Laurell K. Hamilton , Bullet (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter #19)
42 " I need some tape, some gloves, and a bag,” I said. Nicky turned and went in search of what I’d asked. Was it arrogance to assume that, or had he just taught me that he did exactly what I asked? “You want to work the heavy bag after that run?” Ares said. I laughed, still waiting for my pulse to find a normal rhythm. “See, no stamina.” “If you can do the bag after this, so can I.” “Have you seen her hit a heavy bag?” Lisandro asked. Ares looked puzzled. “No.” “Are you going to try to keep up with her?” Lisandro asked. “If I say yes, then what?” “We’ll start taking bets.” That Lisandro would say it, and not God, or Dino, or Graham, said that Ares had been snotty with more than just me. It wasn’t just me being a girl and small, it was him. "
43 " Richard and I exchanged a look, and then we looked back at Jean-Claude. Jean-Claude with all his fancy fetish yummy clothes, standing there nude and covered in more body fluids than a CSI episode. "