|Grace|
It seemed that Kathryn was utterly unfazed by any semblance of propriety. Another day had passed, and her advances toward my husband had become increasingly blatant. Just as the clang of the training pads and the rhythmic thud of my strikes filled the gym, I wished to channel the same intensity into addressing Kathryn’s brazen behavior. Each kick and punch became a release, a way to direct the seething frustration I had been harboring. Kathryn's critiques were, as always, sharp and precise, her presence unyielding as she guided me through each routine. Yet, her indecency remained my sole grievance.
By the end of the session, drenched in sweat but with a renewed sense of purpose, I bowed to Kathryn, trying to push aside the gnawing discomfort that had shadowed me throughout the we
