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out." She glanced at the outstretched fists. "Looks good. This week, with Ted's help, you're going to get some practice punching and kicking. Ted is wearing a protective body suit complete with a groin guard so don't be afraid to punch or kick him. There is nothing more valuable than practice."
"What about head butts? Can we practice them too?"
"Since we haven't covered how to do the head butt safely, please don't try to do it in this session." Good Lord. Some of these women were out of control. "Please form a line. I'll time you as each of you practices punching and kicking."
Sixty minutes was over in no time and Frankie dismissed her class. She then cleaned up the room while Ted removed the protective suit.
"Ted, are you up for sparring a bit?"
"Sure."
They circled each other on the mat until Frankie twirled a 360, kicking Ted and knocking him flat on his back.
"Shit, Frankie, where'd you get that move?"
"It's new." Frankie offered her hand to pull him to his feet. She and Ted circled again, each trying to predict the other's move.
Using the same move that Frankie had used on Jerry Richards, Ted grabbed Frankie's thumb bending back her wrist just enough to cause pain but not enough to break it. He then jerked her arm behind her back and dropped her to the ground. Still gripping her arm, he pushed his knee into her back to hold her in place.
Lane was stressed and needed to punch something or someone so he headed for the Sheriff's Workout Gym to lift weights and use the punching bag. He pulled into the parking lot outside and noticed Frankie's car. He trained here at least twice a week and had never seen her around here so he was a little curious. He peered into a couple of rooms but didn't see her.
He got to the next room just in time to see a man straddling Frankie on the mat. He dropped his gym bag and flew into the room, slamming into Ted and throwing him several feet away. He pinned Ted to the mat so fast it knocked the wind out of him and made speaking impossible. Lane was about to give Ted a black eye he'd never forget when he heard Frankie scream.
"Damn it, Lane. What in the hell are you doing to Ted? Are you completely crazy?"
He looked back at the man beneath him and recognized Frankie's partner, Ted. "I don't give a shit who he is. No one's going to hurt you."
"Don't hit him. He wasn't hurting me. We were sparring. We do it all the time. Let him get up!" shouted Frankie. "I’ll give you two seconds to get off Ted before you get a demonstration of my martial arts skills up close and personal.”
Lane slowly got up and offered a hand to Ted, who jumped to his feet and got in position to take him on.
Frankie placed herself between them. "Ted, please let it go. Take off. I'll see you tomorrow."
Ted turned back as he walked away. "See you tomorrow, Frankie. Fuck you, Hansen."
"Lane, what gave you the idea I needed you or anyone else to protect me? For Christ's sake, I'm a former deputy. I got the same training you did. What the hell were you thinking?"
Shit. This was a hell of a time to tick Frankie off. Not when he wanted her to go undercover with him. It was just when he got to the door and saw Frankie with a man on top of her, he went crazy.
"I'm sorry, Frankie," he said as she grabbed her gym bag and rushed out of the room. Okay, so he was only sorry he'd made her angry again. If he ever witnessed anyone messing with her in the future, he'd do the same thing.
Friday had been a crap day and it wasn't getting any better. Lane thought a beer or two would relax him before he headed home. He had a case that held more questions than answers and was proving to be the hardest jigsaw puzzle ever.
Stopping at the new Club Hoosier bar outside of town had been a mistake. What was he thinking? He sat at the bar
"What about head butts? Can we practice them too?"
"Since we haven't covered how to do the head butt safely, please don't try to do it in this session." Good Lord. Some of these women were out of control. "Please form a line. I'll time you as each of you practices punching and kicking."
Sixty minutes was over in no time and Frankie dismissed her class. She then cleaned up the room while Ted removed the protective suit.
"Ted, are you up for sparring a bit?"
"Sure."
They circled each other on the mat until Frankie twirled a 360, kicking Ted and knocking him flat on his back.
"Shit, Frankie, where'd you get that move?"
"It's new." Frankie offered her hand to pull him to his feet. She and Ted circled again, each trying to predict the other's move.
Using the same move that Frankie had used on Jerry Richards, Ted grabbed Frankie's thumb bending back her wrist just enough to cause pain but not enough to break it. He then jerked her arm behind her back and dropped her to the ground. Still gripping her arm, he pushed his knee into her back to hold her in place.
Lane was stressed and needed to punch something or someone so he headed for the Sheriff's Workout Gym to lift weights and use the punching bag. He pulled into the parking lot outside and noticed Frankie's car. He trained here at least twice a week and had never seen her around here so he was a little curious. He peered into a couple of rooms but didn't see her.
He got to the next room just in time to see a man straddling Frankie on the mat. He dropped his gym bag and flew into the room, slamming into Ted and throwing him several feet away. He pinned Ted to the mat so fast it knocked the wind out of him and made speaking impossible. Lane was about to give Ted a black eye he'd never forget when he heard Frankie scream.
"Damn it, Lane. What in the hell are you doing to Ted? Are you completely crazy?"
He looked back at the man beneath him and recognized Frankie's partner, Ted. "I don't give a shit who he is. No one's going to hurt you."
"Don't hit him. He wasn't hurting me. We were sparring. We do it all the time. Let him get up!" shouted Frankie. "I’ll give you two seconds to get off Ted before you get a demonstration of my martial arts skills up close and personal.”
Lane slowly got up and offered a hand to Ted, who jumped to his feet and got in position to take him on.
Frankie placed herself between them. "Ted, please let it go. Take off. I'll see you tomorrow."
Ted turned back as he walked away. "See you tomorrow, Frankie. Fuck you, Hansen."
"Lane, what gave you the idea I needed you or anyone else to protect me? For Christ's sake, I'm a former deputy. I got the same training you did. What the hell were you thinking?"
Shit. This was a hell of a time to tick Frankie off. Not when he wanted her to go undercover with him. It was just when he got to the door and saw Frankie with a man on top of her, he went crazy.
"I'm sorry, Frankie," he said as she grabbed her gym bag and rushed out of the room. Okay, so he was only sorry he'd made her angry again. If he ever witnessed anyone messing with her in the future, he'd do the same thing.
Friday had been a crap day and it wasn't getting any better. Lane thought a beer or two would relax him before he headed home. He had a case that held more questions than answers and was proving to be the hardest jigsaw puzzle ever.
Stopping at the new Club Hoosier bar outside of town had been a mistake. What was he thinking? He sat at the bar
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