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sheen of sweat has formed in the crevices. I
get a flash of all that muscle on top of me. Inside me. Thrusting a stream of
data into my USB ports.
    Stop that now, Sofia!
    He gets
back into stance.
    “Now
I’m impressed,” he says.
    “Ready
to quit?” I say.
    “No way.”
    We begin
again. We’re both covered in sweat now.
    He’s
got something behind his look now. An intensity.
    Fuck,
it’s messing with me. I’m off my track now, a little disoriented. Tingles all up
and down my sides. God, I wish he would just throw me down on the mat and fuck the
living shit out of me.
    Who said
that?
    Focus, Sofia! Focus!
    He gets
more aggressive, throwing some good combinations at me. One left jab taps me in
the side of my head but I slip and block it with my right.
    “So what’s
this about a blue Buick?” I say.
    “Oh,
Sofia, you disappoint me. You know about the blue Buick that follows me every morning.”
    He bum
rushes toward me with speed. I feint to my left and then to my right, staying out
of his reach.
    That
punch I landed helped me to better figure him out. He’s got long arms and good power
behind his strikes. But the uppercut I landed on his chin taught me that my best
strategy against him is to get on his inside. Then land a few jabs into his gut
and another uppercut to his chin.
    Then
bite his chest.
    I launch
a jab-jab-cross-uppercut at him. He slips it, sending his right fist into my left
eye.
    The world
tilts on its side as I hit the mat. I hear a loud sound like a waterfall in my ears.
Multi-colored lights dance around in my vision.
    Colton
Stark is down on his knees with an outstretched hand. I slap it away and turn on
my side, getting my elbow up under me.
    “Are
you all right?” he says.
    “I’m
fucking fine!”
    I get
up far enough to grab the lowest rope and pull myself up, smashing Colton’s hand
away again. I’m back on my feet, even though the world is still not right.
    “ Ohmigod , are you okay?” says Britney, appearing below the ring.
“Should I call the doctor, Mr. Stark?”
    “I’m
fucking fine!” I say. “Nothing wrong with me.”
    The room
wobbles a little as I push off the ropes, but I’m okay. I go back into stance.
    “C’mon,”
I say, “let’s go.”
    But something
is wrong. My vision is off. Left eye all blurred.
    Fuck, what’s going on?
    Colton
moves toward me with his gloves up. Then he grabs my head and looks me in the eye.
    “You’re
fine,” he says. “Britney, could you get a cold pack please?”
    “Oh yeah,”
says Britney, “Be right back.”
    “What?”
I say.
    He
spins me toward the wall, which is all mirrors. The soft tissue around my left
eye is swelling up.
    Damn, this fucker gave me a shiner!
    Britney
arrives with the cold pack.
    “I’m
fine!” I say, raising my fists again. “Let’s go.”
    “No,”
says Colton.
    “I’m
fine.”
    He
rips the velcro on his right glove off with his
teeth, removes it, and then takes the left off. He moves toward me and undoes
my head gear.
    As he
steps into my space, I feel bright zaps coming from the space between us. Like a
magnetic field charged with particles.
    Or maybe
I’m passing out. Somehow my hands find his sides and rest themselves there.
    He gets
my head gear off, then takes the cold pack, shakes it to break the pack inside,
and places it gently on my eye.
    My right
hand, all on its own, rests itself on his forearm. Our eyes meet.
    Well,
eye.
    Everything
changes. All my anger and frustration melts into a flowing waterfall of warmth that
wraps itself around me.
    God.
    We stay
like that for about a thousand years, just looking into each other, his right hand
holding the cold pack while mine touches his forearm.
    “So,
are you sure you’re okay?” says Britney.
    Is she still here?
    “Yes,”
I say, snapping myself out of it. “I’m fine. I’ve had worse than this.”
    I put
my left hand up to the cold pack and step out of the magnetic field.
    I’ve
got to get the fuck out of here. Something is