[Lizzie Bennington to a reporter who has asked for her opinion about Jack Archer's celebrated thighs.] __hen you come back from a set down and bring the match to a final set tiebreak and are a point away from winning the match, only to have what looks like an extremely fit player call a time out because of a cramp and then watch that player sit back and casually converse and laugh while you do your best to keep your mental focus and your body moving so you don__ grow cold and cramp yourself, I hardly think you__ concern yourself with his burgeoning manhood, let alone his thighs!

He was working that charm right now on the trainer who kneeled before him and touched his thigh as though it were the thigh of David, Michelangelo__ glorious statue come to life right here on court.

I__ frozen in place as his eyes rake over me.

He__ letting me see the real him, something he doesn__ allow a lot of people to see.

A soft moan escapes me, making him smile even more. He's too good at this.

His lips are against my ear and I feel the warmth of his body surrounding me, caging me in, comforting me.