With Innocent Weasels

"Ten more times?", Tara asked innocently.

Steve paused for a moment. "Yes, ten more times." Tara caught a smile at the corner of his lips. Quiet chuckles can also be heard from Abraham. Phew! that was close. She thought as she glide back to prepare her ten triple Lutz jumps.

"Tara, I want you use Triple Salchow before Triple Lutz." Steve said thoughtfully. Tara complied. She knew that this will be her short program in the Regionals. Nationals would require something more spectacular. But this year's Regionals is not that tight - all other heavyweights are already qualified for Nationals.

"Your stength still growing slower than I hope. But that should be more than enough for regionals." He glided to take a closer look at her. "Let me take a look at your chest." He commanded.

Though Tara did not entertain the Idea that Timothy and Abraham were still in the compound, she complied. She removed her jacket, her t-shirt, and finally her brassiere. "Your breasts are growing." He bored into her chest. "I thought they stopped."

"My mother's side are all late bloomer." Tara blushed profoundly. She felt vulnerable talking about her breasts to a man, especially while putting them on display. "I'll think I'll start looking into your diet and time table to increase your strength. But that will be some time." He looked around to the direction of Abraham and Timothy who were in the locker room. "Also, you broke my rule. Though I have to admit that you execute your charm beautifully, you still too freak out to follow my order. This means some additional preparations are needed before you are ready."

"Ready for what?" Tara's eyes widen.

"Earning yourself a place in Four Cons, maybe also Worlds," replied Steve.