Wedge Jackie Barber reclines naked against Toro’s massive, equally bare torso, her own chest rising impossibly high and falling impossibly low with each breath. “Again?” Toro asks in his deep, monotone voice. Jackie laughs, a sound that always begins as gentle music then quickly explodes into a brass orchestra peopled by drunks. They’re sprawled out on the mat that covers the expanse of their empty bedroom floor, a pool of sweat spreading twenty-feet wide around them. Whenever a guest tours their quarters they wonder why they keep a practice mat there, when the finest training facilities in the universe are at their disposal twenty-four hours a day. In truth no practice takes place on that mat. Cumulatively Jackie and Toro weigh well over one thousand pounds. No one bed that might support their sex would be comfortable enough to sleep them. Despite their expected enormity, they weigh even more than one might imagine.
