Now when she got ready her eyes no longer scanned the mirror for every flaw in her face, envisioning instead so many wickedly good looks she could get with a few touches. No more "Stupid Kayla," and "Hurry up, Kayla" muttered in the scented bathroom. Now it was "Love you, Peaches," and "Bigger and better, Tiger." And her body was getting so healthy, so tight, so capable of doing just ... anything. Was punching through a 2x4 really the same as through the chest bone? Wow, just ... wow.