<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nEcGqIJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Field, track, bleachers<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bishop<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem says her peace, makes another promise, and says her goodbyes. Selfless description of Salem's ass for the boys as she walks away. Scene end for Salem.<br/><hr/>Salem had no interest in winning arguments, it was never part of her world. And as far as she knew, Bishop was the same as she was. And, he was a teacher, so he did have her best interest in mind. Beyond that, he was a key instructor in her life. This wasn’t a regular school, and Bishop knew things that regular people didn’t know. Salem listened to him wisely, and rearranged the grip she had on her right shoulder. She looked at him with thoughtful eyes hidden behind the quartz.<br/><br/>This was one of her busy days, it was a good day for Bishop to ask her what she was up to. It felt good to be able to list those extremely difficult courses one after another. She was a grad student now, and her studies were incredibly varied. She took classes that would help her function in a battle field, as a leader, a teacher, and a weapon.<strong>“You know me…” </strong>A dismissive appreciation of being praised for her determined scholastic schedule.<br/><br/><em>‘Muscle wasting.’ </em>Salem was no power lifter. She knew how to keep her body healthy. But she had to admit, she might have been doing too much nutritional research, and not enough muscle building literature.<em>‘Hmmm, he’s probably right.’ </em>She thought about the biochemistry that happens when protein enters the body, and how it helps build muscles, and prepare muscles for the tearing that makes them grow.<br/><strong><br/>“We’ll compromise.” </strong>She teased him.<strong>“I won’t eat before my run, or there will be a constant vomit pile by the bleachers, growing in size by the day. But I’ll intake proteins within an hour of my first run every morning…”</strong>To ask Salem to change her schedule, to wake up earlier just so that she could fit a meal in, digest it, and then run before class was a big demand. And, with that, she would have to stop eating at 4 pm in the evening. That was unacceptable, she’d never eat dinner. And then she would have a whole other stack of issues.<strong>“I’ll eat three eggs every morning, if I put on weight in my abs, I’m coming for you, Bishop.”</strong>She teased again, this time she included a finger, pointing in his direction.<br/><br/>Salem offered one more pleasant smile before she turned around and started on her way.<strong>“Thanks, by the way..."</strong>A pause developed that exposed some emotion behind those bright red eyes.<strong>"We ought ta have a few races sometime, see if those old legs can keep up with my speed.”</strong>Salem put a hand up and waved subtly from side to side. Her shoulders turned, and she was off. Still unaware to the effects she had on men like Bishop, she could feel her little booty bouncing with every step. She was a physical specimen, brimming with tension and energy. Her form made it’s way back toward the mansion for a shower and a trip to the cafeteria for<em>‘breakfast’.</em>Salem mocked the idea in her head, even as she seriously considered what kind of egg she would eat.