You watch from the bottom of the staircase as Mongo Teresa goes up, her giant calf muscles flexing so hard you can almost hear the muscle fibers screaming. All at once, she's going up again, with you still frozen, afraid to follow her, yet afraid to stay where you are. Then you are following her over the old board floor, the noise from her heels resonating through the old building like gunshots. You are drawn to her like a nail to a magnet, powerless to turn back. Her calves are spectacular, you think. Occasionally, you get a glimpse of her powerful haunches moving under her thin summer Capri'... Show more