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guided her past my asshole of a manager.
                When we stepped out into the warm night, I felt myself relax slightly. “I’m sorry about Martin,” I said. “He’s a jackass. He doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.”
                Emily shrugged. “He’s a jerk. A lot of guys are jerks. I’ve learned not to take it too personally. I just don’t understand why you let him represent you.”
                I opened my mouth to tell her about how he’d stuck with me, but the words tasted foul and sour on my tongue. Suddenly all my old arguments didn’t ring true anymore. “You know, that’s a great question. I think it might be time for me to have a serious discussion with him.”
                “I meant what I said about the qualifying match,” Emily said with a sweet earnestness in her voice. I knew she believed what she was saying, but I didn’t know what to say back. These bare knuckle fights were what I wanted to do, but what Emily was offering was a path that could really take me places.

Chapter 7
    Emily
                I could see the hesitation on Kirk’s face as I talked about the qualifying match. The fact that his manager had called me a tramp made me push forward with the conversation, though.
                “I’ll think about it,” he said finally as we got to my car. He pressed me against the car, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled, and I sighed at the pleasure of having someone who turned me on so hard and fast.
                Kirk broke the kiss, and looked down at me with something like affection in his eyes. “I’m glad I met you,” he said.
                After he slid his fingers in and out of me, building me to a frenzy. I pushed his shorts down again, freeing his erection. Kirk lifted me, pressing me against my car as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He entered me in one swift motion. He fit inside of me so well that it all felt so natural. With a few swift thrusts, I came, fast.  Kirk pulled out, and he came outside of me.
                We stood by my car, panting, staring at each other. “I think I need to go,” I said. “If I don’t go now we might wind up doing this all night.”
                “I could go for that,” he said with a wobbly grin. It was nice to know that he was as affected by this as me.
                “Me too, but you need to go deal with your manager, and I need to get home…and recuperate.” I gave a shaky laugh.
                “I’ll come by the gym tomorrow,” he promised.
                When I got to the gym, I let myself in the back door. I always enjoyed the gym late at night. I had started coming in late during high school when I couldn’t sleep. I’d box until I was too exhausted to think, and then I’d head to the back office where I would crash on an old army cot.
                Tonight, I was still so hyped up on my after sex adrenaline that I decided to go a few rounds with the punching bag. I retrieved my work out gear from my office, laced up my gloves, and turned on a single light. I swung hard, dancing on the balls of my feet, imagining that I had a formidable opponent like Kirk had faced tonight.
                By the time I was done, I was spent, but I felt spectacular. I flopped down on a couch in the back of the gym with a bottle of water, and looked around the space that had been my home, my family’s life blood for longer than I could remember. In the warm glow of the single light and still on an exercise high, the place didn’t look shabby to me at all. Instead, it made me happy that I was working harder than ever to keep this place afloat.
                I knew I needed to go visit Pop. Ever since he’d moved to Florida to celebrate his retirement with a playful older woman, I barely saw him. We spoke once a week at least, and I always tried to