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behind the counter. She had a
helpless, horrified look on her face. “I didn’t know what to do; they just
hooked up all of a sudden.”
    “Where the hell is everyone?”
    “Greg’s in the back. Sam and Jeff aren’t here.”
    The other gym patrons were watching as if it was an
MMA match. Three or four other grown-ass muscled-up men and no one was trying
to stop it. Idiots! I went over and called out to Paul. He didn’t answer me,
being as he was too busy taking an upper-cut to his chin. So I tried Mark who
was also otherwise occupied. Finally I just stepped between them and nearly took
Paul’s fist to my gut. Thank God for his quick reflexes. His face was bleeding
and he’d worked up a sweat. I could hear Mark panting behind me and talking
shit. “Damn it, Jessie! I almost hit you!” Suddenly I was the one being stupid.
Men!
    “What the hell is going on?” I asked him. Paul
didn’t answer me. He wiped at the blood on his face with the back of his hand
and continued to glare at Mark. Making sure I stayed between them I turned and
looked at Mark. “You want to tell me what the hell this is about?” He chose the
silent glare as well. “Okay, fine. Mark, you go home. You’ve had your work-out.
You can come back tomorrow when you’ve cooled down. This is only going to keep
going if you stay here and someone is going to get hurt or in a lot of
trouble.”
    “Why do I have to leave? He started it!”
    “I wouldn’t have if you didn’t have such a
big-fucking mouth!” Paul said. They tried to go at each other again and I
pushed on Paul’s chest with all my might. He was so fucking solid that it was
like pushing against a wall. I finally succeeded in pushing him a step back.
    Then as I kept my back against him so I could feel
if he moved, I turned back to Mark and said, “Go, home, Mark. Now! Otherwise
I’ll get Greg to deal with this and you’ll both lose your privileges altogether.
You know he won’t tolerate this shit. Come back tomorrow in a better mind-set
and we’ll forget this happened.”
    Mark mumbled under his breath but I watched as he
picked up his towel and his water and got his bag and left. I turned back to
Paul who still hadn’t stopped glaring at him. He was even staring him down
through the glass window as Mark go into his car. I shook my head and said, “In
the office, now.” He started to argue but the look on my face must have told
him I was serious. He headed for the office and I followed him. I thought this
must be what it was like to be the principal at a boys’ school. Way too much testosterone. Victoria handed me the first aid
kit as we walked past. I thanked her and followed Paul into the office and
closed the door behind us.
    “What the hell was that about?”
    “Nothing,” he said. He looked like an insolent
child. I opened the first aid kit and found some sterile gauze. I opened the
package and poured saline from the bottle in the kit on it. Then I pressed it
to the cut on his cheek. He winced. I held it there until it stopped bleeding
and then while I was cleaning up the dried blood I tried again.
    “I thought you and Mark were friendly?” He shrugged,
still like a pouting child. “What did he say that pissed you off so much?” He
shrugged again. I sighed and pat his face dry with clean
gauze before applying a butterfly bandage to close the cut. “I don’t
think it needs stitches.” I dropped down into the seat next to him and said,
“Please talk to me.”
    “He’s just an idiot sometimes. I guess I shouldn’t
have gotten so mad.”
    “You think? You can’t just punch people for pissing
you off.”
    He rolled his eyes and said, “I know that. I was
just a little stressed out already and he started saying things about…”
    “About what?”
    “Nothing, it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have hit
him although I think he deserved it.”
    “Tell me what he said.” I wanted to understand if
this was just an anger management problem or if Mark had really