Chapter 21

I was halfway through my thirty minutes on the heavy bag when I felt someone watching me. I turned to see who it was. A cute brunette was eyeing me as if I was prime rib and she was ready to take bite. Ignoring her, I went back to beating the bag.

“Can you show me how to do that?” she asked, coming around to stand beside the bag.

“Can I? Yeah. Will I? No. They’ve got instructors here that are paid to help you.”

“But…” She pouted. Yeah. Pouted. I suppose she thought that made her look sexy, or something.

“Look, girl. Even if I was willing, which I’m not, you’re not my flavor, as they say.”

Her eyes widened as she got what I was saying. “But you’re so good at this. You can’t be…”

“Gay?” I rolled my eyes. “Girl, you’ve got a lot to learn. We don’t all prance around in eye makeup, looking like waifs. Most of us…” I didn’t get to finish because she huffed and walked away.