I'm not sure just what Annabelle puts in these protein shakes, but I can't stop thinking about her. They're meant to make me bigger and stronger I've always been weedy, and it's always failed me with the ladies but all they seem to do is make me want more of them. Would Annabelle trick me, somehow? The beautiful, dusky-skinned Amazon at the gym has only ever seemed helpful, wanting to make me into the muscular man I want to be. But the supply of these shakes had better not dry up, or I'm not sure what I'll do. I need them. And I'm a little bit worried about the lengths I'll go to ensure that I keep getting them