Old Wounds, New Scars: A FMG Story

By Jayne Greye

Old Wounds, New Scars tells the story of a husband whose long term desire for muscular women affects his employment and his marriage. The novella follows the couple from the perspective of both Bill and Cindy Marks as Cindy undertakes a journey to develop muscles and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams.

The book also contains a bonus short story, the Muscular Teen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jayne Greye
• Release date: Jan 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005976231

Jayne Greye

I love to lift weights. I was a small woman until I started lifting at 35. I got tired of being called "tiny" all the time even though most often, it was meant as a compliment. I discovered lifting during a difficult time in my life and my mantra became, "strong on the outside, strong on the inside." I grew to love lifting and the focus and gains it gave me. My husband and I share this love of muscle. Follow our literature at https://jaynegreye12.wixsite.com/my-site

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Old Scars New Wounds

A FMG Story

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Jayne Greye

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Edited by Richard Greye

Copyright © Jayne Greye 2021

Printed in the USA

This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. All rights are reserved. Names, characters, places, and incidents are from the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people or establishments is entirely accidental.

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Old Wounds New Scars

The Muscular Teen

‘Old Wounds, New Scars’

Jayne Greye

Do you like my muscles, Mr. Marks? The sandy-haired teen asked, with a look of consternation.

There was a pause and then the answer that ended my career. Yes.

But that’s not how the conversation happened. Not really. But there I was watching a video that my principal had sent me trying to explain my actions. My look of confusion on the recorded Zoom video when watching Heather flexing her generous muscles didn’t seem to surprise the administration. Together we watched as she pranced on the screen in her white spaghetti strap top, her luscious swollen ripe dark nipples straining through the thin cotton.

What about my pecs? Do you like my pecs? She grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled down the soft material. Great ridges of the prolific muscles cleaved as she flexed her chest muscles.

Yes, I like your pecs. Show them to me.

The film cut off at that point with me protesting, But that’s not what happened.

Yes, Bill, we know. The Assistant Superintendent of HR, Gloria Moore, a stern lady with a seemingly permanent upturned grin, even when delivering the news of one’s career-ending folly, replied.

Then why are you showing me this?

Because it doesn’t look good and even though we’ve confirmed that this video has been edited the family is threatening to release it if we don’t give in to their terms.

But it didn’t happen that way and you know it, so why are you confronting me?

I understand your frustration, and you’re a great teacher so we’d like to keep you, but if I were you I’d accept the termination agreement.

But the union.

The union already agreed. They honestly fought hard for you and got you a pretty nice golden handshake. Retirement package at fifty with time served. It’s like you got a ten-year bonus.

But, I don’t want to retire. It’s not like I’m some dot com guy. I can’t explain retiring at 50.

Look at this as an opportunity to do something else. And that was it. In defeat, I signed the papers, but that wasn’t the last time I’d watch the video. I’d watched my termination video many times since with regret and a bit of lust. The young eighteen-year-old blonde, Heather Quick, had entrapped me on a school Zoom after class during the pandemic angling for a higher grade. It was unsettling at the time, but seemingly harmless. To this day I remember both versions as truth. In my version -- reality, Heather, an athletic volleyball player who’d been on my team, was asking me about lifting.

Do you like my muscles, Mr. Marks?

Um, yes Heather, you’re in good shape, but if you want to play in college, you could work on your shoulder and calf development a little more. We had proceeded to discuss some exercises she could add to her already grueling workout routine. Admittedly, I was hot for her. Talking to her about exercises as she squeezed and pinched various muscle groups sent my pulse skyrocketing to the point where there was pounding in my ears, my breath quickened, and cock hardened. But I hadn’t said or done anything to cross the line. Or so I thought. It happened near the end of the call yet I hadn’t recorded that part of the conversation. I’d taken to shutting off the Zoom recording after class when I discussed individual problems with the kids. That decision cost me as I had no defense against the video the family presented.

The edited video that she’d sent to the district afterward was one that I’d participated in, well, at least a part of it. Heather had added footage that was far more revealing and that focused on her muscles. She possessed a body bursting with rock hard muscles,

Reviews for Old Wounds, New Scars

[Kelly Novak · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This is an excellent FMG novella, well worth the read.