Peggy looked at the number then looked up at Tina. “Open your eyes.”

Tina opened the slowly then redirected them to the little screen. “132. Where does that place me?”

Peggy smiled. “That will be lightweight, my dear.” Peggy walked away towards the door. She paused looking over her shoulder. “Follow me.”

Tina hopped off the scale walking behind Peggy not really paying attention to her surroundings. She was so lost in her thoughts that Tina didn’t notice Peggy had stopped. Tina collided right into Peggy, tumbling over. “Ummff!” She had a pained look as she fell.

Bette Porter glanced over Peggy’s shoulder smirking. She brushed past Peggy stretching out her hand. “Here, let me help you.”

Tina looked up into two dark brown orbs. Her insides began to warm up. “Uh…um…okay.” She reached up grabbing onto Bette’s hand, feeling instantly a current flow between them.

Bette yanked Tina up then reluctantly released Tina’s hand. She took a deep breath. “Hi, I’m Bette Porter. It looks as if I’m your trainer.”

Tina looked over at Peggy to see if she indeed was her trainer. Peggy nodded validating it was so.

Tina returned her attention back to Bette. “Nice to meet you. I’m Tina Kennard, your boxer.” Tina flashed a toothy smile.

Peggy noticed there was a connection between the two right off the bat. She decided best that they figure it out on their own.

Peggy spoke up, “Well, I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted. If you have any questions go ahead and ask Bette or me.” With that, Peggy strolled off towards the stairs to go up to her office.

Tina raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure how to feel about her.”

Bette laughed making Tina laugh as well. Tina noted that her laugh was extremely contagious.

Bette begun to speak, “Peggy is a bit of a hard ass but in a motherly way. You will see once you get to know her better.”

Tina nodded, “So what will I be doing today?”

Bette then realized that she needed to get to work. “Oh right. How about we wrap up your hands and you have a go on the punching bag for a while?”

Tina grinned, “Alright.”

Hours passed and Tina still was hitting the bag. Bette leaned against the wall with the view of Tina directly in front of her. She watched in amazement at how each muscle in Tina’s arm contracted as she followed through with her punch. She had seen many boxer punch at a bag yet this was like art to her. Something utterly breathtaking.