stick around. Hmm ... tie her down...
I shook my head; there was no
point in getting my head in the gutter right now. The lady was gone for the
time being. I had to get up out of bed and attempt to be productive for the
day. As I rolled over, I realized just how sore I was after the fight. I would
need a very hot bath that day, for sure. Now that Natalie was my girlfriend, I
would try to get a massage out of her as well. Those were the sort of treats a
guy was supposed to get from a girlfriend. But in the meantime, I would need to
consider acupuncture, and my brother was just the person to do it. He had
studied up on it many years ago when we had first started fighting amateur
fights. It had become invaluable to both of us.
There was a knock on my door,
which would have been a first from Kyle, but maybe he was finally learning.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
“Yup.”
Kyle peeked his head in and looked around. “Did she slink out on you again?”
I laughed. “No, she just had a
class to get to.”
“Your brother is here, man.”
“Perfect, just the guy I was
looking for.” I slipped into some flannel pajama pants, and headed to the
living room. I hoped my brother had his acupuncture kit with him, as that would
be a lifesaver. I had not spoken to him since the dinner disaster, so I could
just imagine what the visit was all about. It would be nice if he had come to
visit me for once, without any ulterior motive. But chances were that he was
there on my father’s behalf.
I walked out into the living room
where he was sitting on the couch. Kyle was putting a pot of coffee on, which I
thought was a brilliant idea.
“Hey, Jet, congrats on the fight
last night. I'm sorry I couldn't have been there. I had to work.”
“No problem; Mom was there, but
still no Dad.”
“Yeah, he's not going to let it
go easily, Jet, you know that.”
“Well, one day he will realize
that fighting is what I was meant to do, and nothing else. But by then he will
have lost a son.”
Craig frowned at me. “Well, I
hope it never comes to that.”
I shrugged. “I don’t suppose you
have your kit here with you, ‘ cause my body is pretty
broken right now.”
“Yeah, I do, but it's in my
truck. Let me run and get it.”
“Cool; I'll get you some coffee.”
Kyle pulled out a bunch of mugs
and poured coffee into them. He took care of his own cup while I added cream in
mine, and cream and sugar into Craig's mug.
I sat down at the kitchen table
and considered my breakfast options. I was in so much pain that it was really
hard to care about food at that point.
“Hey, I'm making sandwiches,”
Kyle said. “Do you want me to just make a bunch?”
“That's cool, man, thanks. I was
just trying to figure out what I wanted to eat.”
Kyle took a sip of coffee and
stared at me. Confused, I stared back until a smile formed on his face.
“What the heck happened last
night, Jet? I've really been trying to figure you out for a while now, and I
just don't get it.”
I laughed. “That sounds pretty
heavy, Kyle. What's to figure out?”
“You and Katie.”
“What about me and Katie? In
fact, there is no me and Katie, so what's the issue?”
“That's just it. All night the
two of you are hot and heavy on the dance floor, and
the next thing I see is you making out with Natalie. Now normally I'm all for
threesomes, but I don't think that was what you were really going for.”
I just stared at him, growing
annoyed.
“Katie is like every fighter’s
wet dream. She's ridiculously hot, like fire with breasts. Her body is insane,
and if all that wasn’t enough, she's one of the coolest chicks we know, by far.
She can outtalk most guys about fighting, never mind the fact that she kills it
every time she's in the cage. Most guys would kill to fuck that girl and claim her,
and you barely seem interested. Our teammates are dying to date her, and you
get the chance to go home with her, but instead you start making out for the
hundredth
I shook my head; there was no
point in getting my head in the gutter right now. The lady was gone for the
time being. I had to get up out of bed and attempt to be productive for the
day. As I rolled over, I realized just how sore I was after the fight. I would
need a very hot bath that day, for sure. Now that Natalie was my girlfriend, I
would try to get a massage out of her as well. Those were the sort of treats a
guy was supposed to get from a girlfriend. But in the meantime, I would need to
consider acupuncture, and my brother was just the person to do it. He had
studied up on it many years ago when we had first started fighting amateur
fights. It had become invaluable to both of us.
There was a knock on my door,
which would have been a first from Kyle, but maybe he was finally learning.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
“Yup.”
Kyle peeked his head in and looked around. “Did she slink out on you again?”
I laughed. “No, she just had a
class to get to.”
“Your brother is here, man.”
“Perfect, just the guy I was
looking for.” I slipped into some flannel pajama pants, and headed to the
living room. I hoped my brother had his acupuncture kit with him, as that would
be a lifesaver. I had not spoken to him since the dinner disaster, so I could
just imagine what the visit was all about. It would be nice if he had come to
visit me for once, without any ulterior motive. But chances were that he was
there on my father’s behalf.
I walked out into the living room
where he was sitting on the couch. Kyle was putting a pot of coffee on, which I
thought was a brilliant idea.
“Hey, Jet, congrats on the fight
last night. I'm sorry I couldn't have been there. I had to work.”
“No problem; Mom was there, but
still no Dad.”
“Yeah, he's not going to let it
go easily, Jet, you know that.”
“Well, one day he will realize
that fighting is what I was meant to do, and nothing else. But by then he will
have lost a son.”
Craig frowned at me. “Well, I
hope it never comes to that.”
I shrugged. “I don’t suppose you
have your kit here with you, ‘ cause my body is pretty
broken right now.”
“Yeah, I do, but it's in my
truck. Let me run and get it.”
“Cool; I'll get you some coffee.”
Kyle pulled out a bunch of mugs
and poured coffee into them. He took care of his own cup while I added cream in
mine, and cream and sugar into Craig's mug.
I sat down at the kitchen table
and considered my breakfast options. I was in so much pain that it was really
hard to care about food at that point.
“Hey, I'm making sandwiches,”
Kyle said. “Do you want me to just make a bunch?”
“That's cool, man, thanks. I was
just trying to figure out what I wanted to eat.”
Kyle took a sip of coffee and
stared at me. Confused, I stared back until a smile formed on his face.
“What the heck happened last
night, Jet? I've really been trying to figure you out for a while now, and I
just don't get it.”
I laughed. “That sounds pretty
heavy, Kyle. What's to figure out?”
“You and Katie.”
“What about me and Katie? In
fact, there is no me and Katie, so what's the issue?”
“That's just it. All night the
two of you are hot and heavy on the dance floor, and
the next thing I see is you making out with Natalie. Now normally I'm all for
threesomes, but I don't think that was what you were really going for.”
I just stared at him, growing
annoyed.
“Katie is like every fighter’s
wet dream. She's ridiculously hot, like fire with breasts. Her body is insane,
and if all that wasn’t enough, she's one of the coolest chicks we know, by far.
She can outtalk most guys about fighting, never mind the fact that she kills it
every time she's in the cage. Most guys would kill to fuck that girl and claim her,
and you barely seem interested. Our teammates are dying to date her, and you
get the chance to go home with her, but instead you start making out for the
hundredth
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