My Story 51
By Corbin 
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.

********** 
 
What proposals do you think I have received over the years?  
 
Well, I'm sure a variety of wild things are going thru your mind and if you've  
managed to stay awake while reading any of this you'll be up to speed on some of  
the things I've experienced. 
 
But let's do a quick overview of three basic categories: 
 
Marriage: I've had proposals of Marriage from boyfriends, guy friends and total  
strangers (Yes I am including intoxicated men). I've even had diamond rings and  
men on their knees, a very flustering and emotional thing to deal with the first  
go around, but I don't have a ring on my finger so obviously I am not married.  
The factor that is hindering marriage is that I am in a relationship with a girl  
and I don't believe in same sex marriage and neither does my girlfriend. 
 
Wrestling/Fighting/Insert_imaginative_thought: I went ahead and lumped all of  
those into one Category. The Jiu-jitsu school that I attend has it's own  
competitions, which I normally compete in. Because of those competitions people  
just assume that I would be willing, even eager, to accept offers to engage in a  
variety of fighting challenges. These challenges range from easy-going, fully  
clothed wrestling, to sexual, and all the way up to hardcore full contact no- 
holds-barred style fighting. My answer is always the same, No...No...No...and  
NO! The offers come in all forms; Emails, to people walking right up to me  
and asking, btw, those offers come from both sexes. Allot of times it's a  
subtle suggestion where I am packing up my stuff and getting ready to leave the  
school and some husband or boyfriend will stop me and say "I'd love to see you  
compete against my wife (or girlfriend), but most likely it's something like 'Do  
you accept personal matches?' My first reaction was probably a look of  
bewilderment and shock, but I just keep it straight and simple and say "Nothing  
outside of the school." Money is usually offered, but the answer is still 'NO'. 
 
Sex: Wow, I bet no one could have guessed this one, but let me throw out one  
example of where men seem willing to part with large sums of money to get what  
they want. A while ago, it's been months now, I was out with several Girlfriends  
for a bachelorette party and near the end of the night the girls that were  
organizing the party dragged us all to a Strip Club. This club was divided into  
two sections, the section with the Male Strippers is the part that we were  
attending. I sat the furthest from the stage and got no lap dances, why? Because  
some strange guy pushing and grinding his crotch into my face is not sexy or  
fun. Anyway, as we were leaving it was suggested that we should go next door to  
where the Girl's were stripping...oh joy...more fun. So now, I'm sitting in the  
corner with a couple of girls who (like me) were NOT into this whole scene when  
I started to get this 'vibe'. That *watching* vide, which is not at all strange  
because 99% of the clients are guys, so when we all walked in most of the heads  
turned, but there was this one guy that kept looking over in my direction, but  
subconsciously I dismissed his attention. I was thinking that he was really  
looking at any one of the other girls in our group, but then I heard "Can I buy  
you a drink?" A voice was right over me and I look up to see him standing to my  
left, it was that guy, the one who was staring in my direction. He was dressed  
in a business suite, his tie was pulled loose so he probably came here right  
after work or whatever. He didn't have a wedding ring on, but probably pulled it  
off before coming in, I know how you guys operate. Unfortunately he pulls up a  
chair and sits down, obviously rejecting his drink offer wasn't persuasive  
enough and I see him looking at my legs because I have this short skirt on and  
my shirt is showing some cleavage so he's looking at that too and yes I'm sort  
of dolled up. No matter, I pull on my skirt a little just to make sure it's  
covering as much as it can, down about middle of my thigh and I re-cross my legs  
so my knees are pointing away from him, another sign that I am not interested  
(Body language clues and such). 
 
"I'll cut to the chase." He states in a way that suggests I SHOULD BE very  
interested in what he is about to say next. 
 
"Okay." I glance over at him still looking uninterested, because I am. 
 
"I'll give you seven thousand dollars to sleep with me." He's leaning forward a  
little now, elbows on knees, trying to engage my stare. 
 
Now, seven thousand dollars may seem like chump change to some of you or maybe  
not, but who in the hell walks up to a total stranger and offers that kind of  
money? I mean, is this guy a cop? Do I look like a hooker? (Don't answer that)  
Is this a setup? And how did he arrive at seven thousand!! AREN'T I WORTH MORE  
THEN THAT!!!! 
 
Well, maybe he took my hesitation as a signal I was actually considering  
his offer. Actually, I was speechless as I tried to figure out if I heard him  
correctly and why he was offering me money not to mention I was trying to  
calculate how offended I should be. However, I did not flip out or slap him or  
get all self righteous and offended, as I indicated I was too busy trying to  
figure this whole thing out, as in, 'Where is the hidden camera for this  
setup?'. 
 
"I'm sincere." and his left hand reaches inside his suite to withdraw a  
small, nice looking leather case. He then begins to count out hundred dollar  
bills until he says "Thirty five hundred dollars," Stops counting and then looks  
up "Go ahead and take it, and I'll give you the rest after." 
 
Now I'm looking around to see if maybe I'm being filmed as part of some comedy  
skit. I'm also noticing that he's trying to be discrete about it, well whatever  
his motive I've spent enough time trying to figure this out and calmly clasp my  
fingers together as I sit back in my chair, the noise is a little loud from the   
music so I have to lean over and speak up. "Put your money away, I'm not  
interested." 
 
He tells me the name of the Hotel he is staying at (It's a nice four star place)  
and slides the stack of money closer to me, behind a tall ashtray so as not to  
draw attention. "We'll drive separately even and if the money is not enough..." 
 
"Look..." I frown, "...the answer is no, even if this offer is real," 
 
"It's real." He states firmly. 
 
"The answer is still NO." I lean away from him. He's also frowning now and looks  
down at the money and begins shaking his head as if he can't understand how I  
could turn down this offer. He reluctantly pulls the money back towards him and  
puts it away. 
 
"I tell you what..."  
 
"No." I say quickly. 
 
"I'll give you a thousand dollars right now, up front if you give me a lap  
dance, just once." He pauses before putting his wallet away, awaiting my  
answer. 
 
"N" 
 
"O" 
 
"NO" I say and proceed to shake my head back and forth. 
 
"WAIT! WHAT?!" Now one of my girlfriends leans over waving her hands. She had  
just caught the tail end of the conversation. "For a thousand dollars I'll give  
you a lap dance for an hour!" and proceeds to stick the palm of her hand out. 
 
I just wave my right hand in her direction and say "There you go." hoping this  
guy will now leave me alone. But he smirks and says "No, just you." his eyes  
never leave me. 
 
"Whatever." My drunken friend spats, but he is paying her no mind.  
 
So much fuss and money just to try and get between my legs. So there you have  
one instance where I've been offered money to perform some activity. 
 
********** 
 
It was the last day on the beach and we sat side-by-side on the blanket watching  
the sunset. I turned to look at Nikki, there was a light wind that day and I  
was taking the time to study Nikki's beautiful long black hair flowing freely  
along her shoulders, and was struck at how straight her hair was, exactly like  
mine, no revelation here, but I sometimes find myself taking notice of things  
like this. I looked down and was shocked I was so dark and tan when I had taken  
so much care to cover up, but I still appeared pale to the way Nikki's skin  
would get so dark, again it's that Portuguese heritage coming out.  
 
"Where are you love?" Nikki said softly with a smile and pushed some of my loose  
blonde hair over my right ear. It didn't take me long to recover as I looked  
over and smiled. 
 
"Wishing I could capture this week and replay it as often as possible."  
 
"Me too." Nikki says and leans forward, kissing me on the lips lightly. As she  
pulls away my eyes just take in every curve of Nikki's breasts, covered by her  
skimpy black bikini top. Nikki leaned against me and we both looked toward the  
setting sun. It was a perfect sunset, the colors, the images the people walking  
up and down the beach. 
 
"Excuse me." Came the man's voice, and at the same time we jerked our heads to  
the left to see this older man, looking down at us. He's not dressed in beach  
attire at all, both of his hands are cradling this camera that looked rather  
expensive, and he seemed to be toting a rather chunky bag of equipment. Anyway,  
like I said he must be in his late fifties and has a full beard, very gray. 
"Sorry to intrude, but was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I took your  
picture, of the two you just sitting there looking back in the direction of the  
sun." He's already getting setup as if our answer was foretold as he kneels  
down. 
 
"Sorry, just that this time of day the light changes rapidly." 
 
I had about a thousand questions going thru my mind first, but Nikki choose to  
spoke for us, "Sure thing." 
 
'Sure thing' This guy could be some kind of sicko! Lord only knows where the  
pictures may wind up. 
 
"Fantastic."  He sighs, "Please I'm not even here, I know, easier asked then  
done." He smiles and begins clicking away. I have to fight the urge to watch  
him, because I find it intriguing to observe people in their element. I feel  
Nikki's left hand come up and touch my left cheek, pulling my head back around  
away from the man now snapping pictures. So what is he doing? Why is he snapping  
pictures? Is he some pervert or something? 
 
So I can't help but use my peripheral vision and notice that about half of the  
pictures are of the beach and the water, or the dunes. I also notice his picture  
taking slows down, sorry if my lingo is off a bit, I don't know the finer points  
of taking pictures. 
 
"I'll give you ladies my business card because I am sure you will want to see  
what the final results look like." He says. 
 
"I'm sure we will." I say and Nikki gives me a gentle nudge on the arm at my  
abrupt tone. 
 
"Every summer down here I compile a portfolio of work, so I'll send you a copy  
for letting me take your picture." He is extremely focused on everything he is  
doing, from adjusting the camera to how he sits and moves. He probably didn't  
even hear my snappy comment that Nikki got bent out of sorts about. 
 
And then it's done, like a switch goes off and he pulls the strap from around  
his neck and walks over to us, Nikki and I both sit up rather anxiously because  
I have to admit, he has the very professional, experienced aura about him. He is  
very confident in what he is doing. 
 
We watch humorously has he fishes for a card from a wade of papers and folders  
in his tote bag. He's smiling at the mess and looks up at us, "I have a method  
to my madness." 
 
He seems to find what he is looking for, and looks up at us, "Have either of you  
done modeling before?" He asks as he turns and hands a business card to each of  
us. "Gary" He says and extends his hand which we each shake, he has a very  
weathered look to his skin, has spent too much time in the sun, but he also  
radiates experience, although still retains a very rough around the edges.  
 
"I'm Corbin" I say, "Nikki" my girlfriend says a second later. "It's come up  
before, the modeling offers." Nikki said. 
 
"Yeah, usually in the form of lame pickup lines." I say with a smirk, my comment  
registers with a faint smile, with the grayish beard he has this comfortable  
appeal like some older father figure. "But we've both done a few things, but  
never pursued it." I finally say, which is true, I don't have the time, effort  
or interest to do any modeling and neither does Nikki. One of the biggest 'put  
off's is how Agency's want to re-mold you, everything get's critiqued:  
Eyelashes, hair, makeup, weight, the list is mind numbingly long. 
 
We chat about where his studio is in North Carolina and that he would like to  
contact us if one of the firms that use his pictures should want to use ours. He  
goes on to explain that Advertisers and Marketing companies do a bulk of his  
business. Nikki and I give him our phone and email address for contact, I don't  
give it a second thought after he is gone, but Nikki seemed really intrigued as  
to how the pictures will turn out. 
 
"We really need to get more pictures of the two of us together." She smiles at  
me as we walk back to the house and it then dawns on me that she is right. 
 
"Yeah, if they turn our really nice, maybe he could shoot some more." I say. 
 
"Hope he's not expensive." Nikki says studying his business card. 
 
"Hell, he should pay US to take our pictures, dude doesn't know how lucky he  
is." I smile and do a little cocky walk and stick my nose in the air. 
 
********** 
 
Sharon and I stood hugging in the driveway for a good bit, she told me that she  
was sorry for all the years she gave Nikki grief, that getting to know her these  
past few days was a real eye opening experience. 
 
"I guess you not *my* girl anymore." Sharon gives me this sad warm smile. 
 
"Yeah I am, you just have to share me." I say with a smile. 
 
"You riding back with Nik?" Sharon asks and I nod yes, "That's cool, I figured  
as much, Rachel is riding back with me so I'll be able to chew her ear off on  
the ride home." 
 
The arrival home took way too long, the last hour in the car seemed to turn the  
minutes into hours. Upon arriving home I dropped my bag to the floor, collected  
a few things and got back into Nikki's waiting car. Next stop was her apartment. 
 
She dropped her bags and I set my overnight bag on the floor and sat down on her  
bed, "Ahhh, nice and relaxing." and let myself stretch out before covering my  
face with my hands and letting out a big sigh, I felt her move onto the bed over  
me, straddling my waist. When I removed my hands I saw Nikki's beautiful face  
hovering over me, she just smiled and rolled over next to me with a elbow  
propping up her upper body. Slowly she lowered her head mine, neither of us  
spoke, feeling very mushy and romantic I turned my head to the left and uttered  
the only words that came to mind, "You're so beautiful." and I lightly kissed  
her up and down the side of her face (Corny, mushy stuff I know, but I liked  
saying it, hence I like writing it and if you don't like reading it then go beat  
your head against a wall). I guess I was the horny one at that moment as  
my mouth went for the cleavage of Nikki's low cut shirt, my girl just moaned as  
her back arched up, trying to increase the contact between my mouth and her  
breasts. Sometimes I still have the odd realization that I am putting 'the  
moves' on another girl, but my emotional and sex drive is so powerful towards  
other women that I don't even analyze it anymore. I felt Nikki's legs wrap  
around my left thigh, and with both of us wearing shorts the smooth skin on skin  
touch was exhilarating, especially when she would squeeze my thighs between  
hers, like she was doing at that moment.  
 
She pulled on my head, bringing me face-to-face and whispered, "You're the  
beautiful one." and kissed my lips. Nikki always said my lips were soft and  
tasty, unlike how harsh a man's lips can be. On an irresistible  
impulse, my hand landed between Nikki's legs, causing her to moan into my  
mouth, producing the most erotic shudder. With me now hovering over, Nikki 
started to tease my breasts, playing with them thru my cotton shirt. 
 
Nikki opened up her legs and engulfed my waist by wrapping her legs around me.  
I could see and sense what Nikki wanted and I arched my shoulders to push my  
chest downward so her lips could kiss my breasts. "Enough of this crap!" I  
suddenly say and leaned back up so I could pull off my tee shirt snapped open my  
bra hurling it to the floor, and slowly leaned back down, my heavy mounds  
swayed, teasingly over Nikki's face. Nikki moved in closer, kissing my cleavage,  
kneading my breasts as her probing fingers worked their way up. I loved this  
part, Nikki's tongue and lips scrambled toward my already hard nipples, and she  
would just lick and sucked them until I was moaning and swaying above her. It  
would start slow and easy, but Nikki loved to roll my nipples between her lips  
and bite, tugging hard at times. It made me grimace in discomfort sometimes and  
I knew Nikki got some pleasure out of watching me squirm because I would catch  
her smiling as she flashed her pearly white teeth up at me before pinching down  
hard.  
 
I felt her hands reach down and unsnap my shorts, pulling down on the zipper,  
then running her hands around the back, she pushed my shorts down and slipped  
her hand under my panties. Nikki was now firmly massaging my ass cheeks,  
rubbing and caressing them under my cotton panties. This only motivated me to  
grind my crotch against Nikki's own thrusting mound. We kissed while I felt  
Nikki's right hand move from my ass cheek to around my front, so I lifted my  
hips up a few inches to give her access. Nikki smiled some more as we kissed,  
knowing my impending reaction. When her middle finger slipped into my wet folds,  
gliding over my clit I instantly shuddered and moaned, "Ooohhh... that's  
nice, Nik."   
 
"I know." she said smiling and Nik sighed as we both leaned up, immediately  
clamoring off the bed and to our feet. I think we stood looking at one another's  
flushed faces for a moment. My shorts fell to the floor and we kissed again,  
Nik's hands back to working on my bottom, pulling me closer.  
 
"You're so wet." Nik whispered.  
 
"You make me wet." I moan and that is true to the core, it's as if we have years  
of catching up to do. 
 
After shedding the rest of our clothes, we returned to the bed, Nikki kept  
kissing, but this time it was slow and gentle, our tongues and lips seemed to  
never grow tired at this pace as we went on kissing, enjoying the contact,  
tongues playing inside, soft smothering moans. I think it was at that time that  
I realized it took a girl to know how to really kiss a girl. 
 
Now totally naked, we each took our time as a light sheen of perspiration began  
to overtake us, causing the sheets to cling to our backs, bottoms, calves and my  
toned, muscular thighs. Not taking anything away from Nikki, her body was very  
defined and strong.  
 
Some people would rather make love at night, in the dark, but not me. I prefer   
to see everything in the light of day, my senses seem to enjoy all of the visual  
sights and the beauty of the human body at work and play. :) 
 
From time to time, Nikki's hand would slid down between my legs, her fingers  
going slightly in and out of me, gently, making sure she wouldn't hurt  
me. But I would just moan "More", as I had indicated previously, fingering  
myself was great, but being fingered by Nikki was simply exhilarating.  
 
My lover's fingers continued to prowl over my body and stopped at my breasts,  
pressing them together, sometimes firmly. That's how we lay, that whole  
afternoon, just in her bed. The light was no longer coming in thru the window,  
but only the soft glow of the outside street lamp. The sheets long since  
discarded onto the floor, I was spread out on my stomach with Nikki off to my  
left. I could feel her head resting on the back of my shoulder,  
her right arm draped across my back. Periodically, I would feel Nik's right  
knee move as she curled her leg around and over my back. 
 
"This is insane." I mumbled into my pillow. 
 
"I know." Nik sighed. 
 
It truly felt bizarre, making love to another girl and my best friend, sometimes  
I thought I would turn my head around and there would be Dale and that all of  
this was nothing more then a figment of my imagination. But that wasn't Dale's  
long fingernail slowly tracing down my shoulders and over the valley of muscles  
that ran along my spine. Such light touches always generated that tingling  
sensation that would send the fine hairs on my neck on ends, we've all felt that  
exhilarating sensation ripple thru our bodies. I tried to relax and just enjoy  
the feeling of Nikki's playful touches along my back and arms. 
 
"For so long love, I've dreamt of this day." Nikki said. "A moment that seemed 
more a figment of wishful thinking then the possibility of reality." She went on 
talking and I just smiled and listened, she continued running her fingers up and 
down my back, gently touching and squeezing my shoulder muscles. "That day I 
showed up at your house over winter break I was out of my mind, I had woken up 
that morning an emotional wreck." 
 
Just pillow talk? It was always more then that, it was always a time to bond  
with one another as we had just been so physically vulnerable with one another  
that it seemed to naturally flow into some heavy conversation. Allot times we  
would just share what had really turned us on minutes ago, making a note to  
pleasure one another again using the same methods.  
 
"You rocked my world the first time we met," looked her in the eyes as I spoke,  
"I was so sexually turned on by you that I walked around in a constant state of  
frustration." As I spoke Nikki's breathing got heavier and her eyes teared up. 
 
"I love hearing you tell me things like that." Nikki softly says as a tear runs  
down her cheek. 
 
********** 
 
For the most part, people really don't give a shit about your sexual persuasion  
as along as you keep it to yourself (or at least don't wear it on your sleeve). 
 
For the first month back from the beach I sure felt like it was front  
page news. But in reality...no one really cared. 
 
Oh, there were the few gasping expressions and surprised looks, most genuine I  
do believe, but overall I felt like my guard was up even more now then ever  
before. But I figured out it was due to the fact that Nikki and I were going to  
have to have that little chat with our parents about the 'new' state of our  
friendship, we both were anticipating some heavy freaking-out when that moment  
came around. But until that *moment* come, I found solace back in the old  
familiar routine of hitting the gym! :) On my first day back I was working out  
like a possessed monster in the weight room. I can't adequately describe that  
rush, where my whole body drips with perspiration, the feeling of a cool steel  
bar under my fingers as I would anxiously tighten my grip.  
  
I know I over did it that day, my muscles burned from my finger tips, up thru my  
shoulders and down my back. I normally work only one or two muscle groups at  
time, but for some reason I went for it all, and a couple of hours later I had a  
heavy ring of perspiration around the neck of my tee shirt, with the back of the  
shirt plastered to my skin. And I looked damn good to, that hard-defined- 
swollen pumped look. When I would raise both my arms to keep retying my hair  
into a ponytail I couldn't help but glance in the mirror and watch my sweating  
biceps swell up. 
 
"How was your vacation blondie?" 
 
It was Jenna and she had startled me, having snuck right up behind me. I was  
facing the mirror and still didn't see her, then again the gym was packed so  
numerous people were constantly walking behind me.  
  
"Blondie?" I think I even said with a questioning look as I turned around. 
 
"Yeah, that's my nickname for you." Jenna said in a tone that was an attempt to  
tease. By the way, her attitude had curbed somewhat ever since I made it known I  
was not competing in the bodybuilding contest. 
 
"Looks like you got a pretty nice tan. Nice contrast with your blonde hair." 
 
I might have even blushed at that compliment because it seemed genuine, but I  
was a little freaked out when Jenna's lips curled into a half smile, maybe half  
sneer. 
 
"Where are you going?" Jenna placed her hands on her hips, her expression a  
bit agitated at the appearance of my sudden departure, and In fact I was picking  
my stuff up to leave because I was done exercising anyway. 
 
"I'm done, so I'm going home, like I do every night." I smiled, shrugged and  
went to turn away. 
 
"No need to get shitty!" Jenna suddenly snapped, which caught me very by  
surprise since she was making no effort to be quiet and a few eyes drifted in  
Jenna's direction...and mine. 
 
"No one is getting shitty Jenna." I walk back over to her and quietly say,  
"Look...the vacation was great, thanks for asking, I just thought you might have  
had an ulterior motive for asking, so I'm sorry, okay?" I shrugged and smiled  
trying to make amends. I suppose my sudden leaving did come off as being pretty  
rude. 
 
"Just trying to make conversation." Jenna replied, her voice still a bit stern. 
 
"Well..." I zipped my jacket up and smiled, "I have to go so..."  
 
"So when are we going to have another go of it?" Jenna suddenly blurted out. 
 
"Go of it?" I paused, totally clueless to what she was referring to. 
 
"You know." She smiled and raised her right arm up, bending it to a 90 degree  
angle at the elbow and then proceeded to tilt it back and forth as if arm- 
wrestling an invisible opponent. "You're not getting off that easy, it's only  
fair that we arm wrestle again." 
 
"No thanks."  And I turned to leave. 
 
"Wait a second!" Jenna snapped. 
 
But I was already walking towards the gym door, I half way expected her to come  
chasing me out into the parking lot, and so I kept walking quickly to my car. I  
paused at my car door looking back over at the Gym, but Jenna never came, only  
the low idle of the Security Van circling the parking lot broke the silence.  
 
All the way home I tossed ideas in my mind, that I could have handled that whole  
situation better, but again and again the same response came up; 'Better to walk  
away from it, better to stop it now because a second contest would turn into a  
third, into a fourth and it would never be enough for her.' I knew Jenna was a  
proud girl and it soon dawned on me that engaging in even something as simple as  
an arm wrestling contest may have actually deepened Jenna's resentment, instead  
of helping to ease the tension. 
 
But in fact we did arm wrestle again, twice more to be exact. The second time I  
beat her with a little more ease than the first, and the third with slightly  
more ease than the second, how very bizarre. I think I was more surprised then  
Jenna when I beat her the second and third times with such ease. You see, I had  
noticed her invest a great effort in exercising every muscle in her arm that  
might improve her chances of beating me (And yes there are muscle groups you can  
target that will help your arm wrestling abilities, if you're into that sort of  
thing.) But muscles need rest too, and I think that was her undoing, she never  
seemed to give her muscles ample time to recover before she would be chasing  me  
down for another match up. 
 
********** 
 
I feel like rambling now, and there is not a damn thing you the reader can do  
about it :) well you can stop reading I supposes, but anyway... 
 
The only time I really watched myself in the mirrors while at the gym was late  
at night or when I knew no one else was in the weight room to see. Just quick  
little flexes to see the way my deltoids flowed down into my biceps and  
forearms, I have a wide chest. I've thought about wearing a top that exposed my  
flat belly, to show off my heavily indented abdominals, but I have this silly  
shy side that doesn't like to show off like that. 
  
So I might as well confess an incident that happened with Jenna, most of it was  
my fault because I was in a bad mood. Okay honestly, I was having my 'period',  
like you needed to know that but deal with it. 
 
Several months ago I came into the gym late at night because I still have a key  
that lets me in anytime. Mike was there but he's usually locked up in his office  
working. A few other people besides Jenna and I have unrestricted access to the  
Gym, but those guys were not here tonight. By the time I was actually in the  
building I had pretty much decided to turn around and go home because I had lost  
my motivation to exercise, which meant I was going to have to try VERY hard to  
concentrate, which makes me very irritable. 
 
Maybe it was the look in Jenna's eyes, via the occasional glances from  
across the room that I could feel in the back of my head which  
ultimately prompted me into action on that particular night. In any case,  
I was tired of waiting for our next confrontation and wanted to clear the air  
between us. If Jenna still had a bone to pick with me, so be it, 'But let's get  
it the fuck over with already.'  
 
Before leaving I set my gym back down on the ground and walked right up to where  
she was standing in front of the mirrors curling some weights.  
 
"Is there a problem?" I think my curt tone caught her off guard. 
 
"No!" She said defensively and turned away...but stopped. 
 
"What the fuck do you want, did you come over here just to ask me that?" Jenna  
then spat. 
 
"Drop the 'tough-chick' attitude, if you have a problem with me then spit it  
out, I expect YOU of all people to tell it straight if you have some ongoing  
problem with me." I really tried to keep my tone low and calm, but it still came  
out bitchy.  
 
For a few seconds Jenna seemed to stand in stunned silence, maybe actually  
listening for once. But then nothing, so I simply turned and walked back to  
where I had deposited my bag on the floor. 
 
I certainly didn't expect what happened next as I felt Jenna grab my right wrist  
and jerk me around. "Where the hell do you think your going? We're not thru  
hashing this shit out!" Jenna leaned in, trying to appear menacing, and doing a  
good job of it to I must say. 
 
I noticed she still had a hold of my right wrist, so I clenched my fist and  
slowly twisted my forearm, I couldn't help but smirk, maybe more out of  
nervousness because even with me tensing my arm, Jenna showed no indication of  
letting go. I quickly rotated my forearm in the opposite direction I had just  
turned it, and then it snapped free. She didn't try and grab it again, but took  
a step back instead. 
 
For several reasons, maybe a culmination of things, but I felt the anger boil  
over inside as I ejected my right index finger in Jenna's direction. With quick,  
strong push I drilled that finger slightly below Jenna's right  
collar bone, plowing deep into muscle tissue eliciting a sharp painful grunt  
from the girl. 
 
"You bitch!" Jenna hissed in shock at my insulting finger jab and went to swipe  
my hand away, but I jerked it away before she could touch it. 
 
"Stop trying to intimidate me and don't ever touch me again." Now these words  
were leaving my mouth all on their own, my brain was not engaged at this point.  
More infuriating was how Jenna got this amused look on her face with regards to  
my sudden bout of hostility, and the girl even cracked a faint smile. 
 
"Puhhllleasseee...." Jenna rolled her eyes. 
 
Well let's see how funny she thinks this is?  
 
I thrust my left forearm up into Jenna's face, causing her to flinch as the  
meaty backside of my forearm connected with her right cheek. 
 
"GRAB IT AGAIN!....GRAB IT!...I want you too...I dare you! You fucking  
coward!"  
 
Well there you go, I had 'lost it' at that point, there I was shoving my arm  
into this girl's face and daring her to grab it again. To top things off, I  
leaned in and butted my forehead into Jenna's causing the Asian girl to step  
back. I had no idea why I was acting this way, let alone what would happen if  
Jenna reared back and started throwing punches at me. But that didn't happen,  
the girl just remained frozen, her smile was gone, she just looked at me while  
blinking her eyes several times. So I'm not sure if she thought I was crazy or  
maybe she was scared. 
 
Regardless, I slowly lowered my arm and then turned away to pick up my gym bag  
and leave. 
 
Jenna never moved or said a word, she just stood there watching me until I left.  
After that, we've only had the casual hello and goodbye's, but I've rarely ever  
see her even glance over at me.