<span style="color: #00BF00">"Oooh, I can tell we're going to be great friends, Mass." Merrin says as she leans back in for another kiss, grabbing his butt again and the tiny vial with her other hand, slipping it carefully into her shirt. "Well, let's get going then." Merrin and Mass walk to the gymnasium where Trisha teaches her class, Merrin making a quick stop along the way to stash the potion she'd procured inside of her locker. It's weight training period, and Merrin walks into the work-out room.<br/><br/>"Hello again, Ms. Valquez." She says. "I heard that you're really strong. Would you care to have a little weight lifting competition? I bet you can't press double what I can." She sticks her tongue out playfully at the teacher, putting two thirty pound weights on a barbell and lifting it onto the metal arms of a work-out bench with a light grunt. "Spot me?" she asks.</span>