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   Kat Fighter
   [2/5: Last Kat Stance]
   Jacobin
   jacobin_11111794@hotmail.com


   Boring Stuff

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   This is my fifth work of this kind. It's also likely to change 
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   -- Jacobin


   Part Two: Last Cat Stance

   Kat looked at the door on the Creek Tavern. "All-smoking" was carved into 
the wood by a knife, all scratches and straight angles. There was also a 
black-on-white warning sign about legal consequences for entering while 
under 21. It was speckled with dark red flecks of blood. Katherine was 
eighteen. She pushed open the door and walked on in..
   The Creek Tavern was a converted garage, two trucks wide and four trucks 
deep, dartboards dangerously next to one end of the bar and an atmosphere of 
gritty gray haze that did little to conceal the underage Creek students Kat 
knew from high school. The air tasted terrible in her mouth and seemed to be 
adhering to her skin already.
   "You seen Jack?" she asked one of the underage boys she knew. He nodded 
towards the two pool tables in the back.
   Kat started through nasty Marlboro smoke like fighting a curtain. Among 
the bearded and fat and leathered was a kid, shaved head stubbled with black 
hair, his ears so close to his skull they appeared pinned back. He turned as 
she approached, cued by something. He was shorter than Kat by inches and 
carrying another twenty pounds of muscle. His smile was bright and his brown 
eyes lit up seeing her.
   "You Jack Connor of the Oregon Connors?"
   "Kat! Nice shiner."
   "You should have seen it a couple days ago."
   "I'll bet. What can I do for you?"
   "This smoke is bad for me. Can we go outside?"
   "I would, but I'm in the middle of a game."
   "You're losing." Jack finished his beer. "I need you to teach me 
fighting."
   "What's in it for me?"
   "Help the clan. No?" Katherine watched him closely as she started to reel 
off reasons. "Satisfaction? Pay me back for favors owed? Community service 
time? Shit, Jack what is it you want?"
   Jack broke out a sheepish grin and looked around. "I could use a 
girlfriend."
   Katherine sighed loudly, which forced her to inhale the smoke again. She 
coughed. "Gee Jack, as attractive as you are and all, I just broke up with 
Mike and I'm a little depressed about it. Besides which you are my cousin 
and all. Can we go outside now?"
   "Can you find someone for me?"
   "Why does every guy seem to think women have some kind of backup? It's 
not like voice mail, Jack."
   Jack frowned at her, looking suddenly ugly and sullen. He sighed. "Fine, 
Kat, be that way." He looked at her and turned it over in his head once, 
twice. "I'll do it but-we need to work out some sort of payment plan and, 
frankly, I'm up to-my eyeballs in sperm. You sure? Not even just a ting like 
this. Shouldn't you at least pretend to not be interested and turn into a 
slimeball later?"
   "Sure, but seriously, Kat, the girls out here just aren't getting it done 
for me. But we can talk about this later. Come on, then, let's go to my 
place and I'll see if I can help you."
   "Also," Katherine said, not moving as Jack set his cue back up, "I think 
it'd be bad to have a sexual relationship with my teacher."
   "That's never as big of a deal," Jack said, "as people think it is."


   Jack dug through the piles of crap on his floor to find his workout 
clothes. There were forestry manuals all over the place, the binders 
spilling pages of fine-print regulation everywhere.
   "I'm surprised to see you. What made you think of me?"
   "I've been getting my ass kicked and I need to get better fast. I don't 
have money for a school and I don't think it would suit me. I know you, I 
trust you -- or, I did until you started to hit on me," Kat said, and 
stopped. Jack shugged. "I know you won, and you trained in different styles, 
so it's a good bet you can help me suit my style."
   Jack smiled. "You've given this some thought." He pulled a pair of soccer 
shorts out and, after hesitating for a moment, sniffed them to ensure 
freshness. Kat couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.
   "Yes."
   "So you're looking to switch styles, then? Which style is best?"
   Kat shook her head. "I don't know. I would like something fast. Atin was 
teaching a real simple karate and that was okay. I never felt comfortable."
   "No style is best. Understand that first. No style is better than its 
best student. You will need to become better. Styles and schools are tools. 
You need to improve the craftsman."
   "Okay," Kat said. Jack found a fresh T-shirt with a poorly-done 'Earth 
First!' silkscreen logo on it.
   "Here's what I'll do. If you'll follow my instructions on training, I'll 
teach you a style that will suit you, because it's good, and because I will 
make you suit it."
   "What style?"
   "Jeet kun do. Bruce Lee's style."
   "Okay."
   "I'm not done. You or a reasonable facsimile will need to find me an 
agreeable way to keep me nice and relaxed."
   Katherine laughed. "Jack... if I win All-County I'll lay you myself."
   Jack looked surprised and pleased.  "That's good but in the meantime-"
   "I'll try. Can we start?"
   "Hang on, let me change. We'll spar for a minute and I'll assign 
homework. I have a disastrous blind date tonight my mom set me up on." Jack 
shuddered.
   Jack pulled off his cigarette - stinking shirt and Kat, unwilling to be 
forced from the room, looked at his ropy arms, narrow, strong shoulders, 
barely defined abdominal muscles. He looked better than when she'd seen him 
compete.
   He grinned at her. "Change your mind? No?" he pulled his shorts off and 
looked down. He had a wide erection and Kat's heart skipped.  "You see what 
I have to cope with all the time? It's terrible. Sure you don't want to give 
me a hand with it?"
   "That's not really the point," Kat said. Jack sighed and pulled his 
shorts and T-shirt on. "I want the path to competition to be clear of 
emotional roadblocks, and being involved with a relative and an instructor 
would be bad."
   "You talk like you should be the sensei. Let's go outside."
   They walked out into the vast green lawn of Jack's parents.
   "Show me your stance," Jack said, stretching out.
   Katherine did the salutation and moved almost instantly into her stance, 
both legs bent, right arm straight out, palm up, left arm across her plexus, 
palm down, and Jack started to laugh.
   "Cute. Seriously, now."
   "What?" Katherine said, staring at him evenly.
   "The cat stance. That's funny. You said they were teaching you karate. 
Where'd you pick that up?"
   "Mrs. Atin," Katherine said. "I don't understand."
   "She always had a sense of humor, that woman. It's not a karate stance. 
It's not karate. I think she's teaching you mixed styles and telling the 
parents it's something even the hicks recognize." He seemed to consider 
this. "Could be part of your problem, you've been taught moves and not 
integrated techniques." Jack shrugged. "Won't matter. Which knee did you 
tear up?"
   "Left," she said.
   "Okay, I'm going to do some real simple strikes, I want you to defend."
   Jack did some blows Kat batted away easily, and then he started to come 
in harder and harder, until Kat was grunting trying to deflect his slaps. 
Jack began to come through blocks easily, working off her rhythm, until he 
was touching her almost at will, and Kat shuffled back, arms waving at him.
   Jack stood up at ease. "Tough to defend against a stronger opponent, 
isn't it?"
   Kat nodded.
   "I'll talk about that later. Remind me. Come at me now." Jack stepped 
back to present his right side to Kat. His chin was down, his right arm down 
and then up, fist waving at biceps height, left fist the same height, back. 
Katherine started with straight blows in, which Jack deflected easily using 
only his left. He seemed as fast as Kat, and Kat sped up, until she was 
putting all her energy into moving as quickly as she could, and through 
sheer speed broke through his block patterns, slapping him across the cheeks 
once and then twice, three times, until he ducked out and back, fat red hand 
marks on his face.
   He nodded. "Okay. Let's do a couple of things. First, I want you to start 
working out with weights."
   "Which ones?"
   "All of them. Find out how much you can do six times on each machine or 
press or whatever. I want you to be fighting to get it up that last time. 
Move up to the next highest weight as soon as you can. I don't want you to 
strain yourself -- don't figure out what your max possible is and then do 
that until you snap a ligament -- but I want this to be as hard as 
possible."
   Katherine nodded.
   "And don't start taking supplements or anything. Next, you have a heavy 
bag?"
   "Course."
   "I'm just asking. I want you to practice your strikes against it. Hard as 
you can, backfist, bottomfist, topfist, palm, and, uh, do some forearm 
smashes, elbow strikes. Use a neutral boxing stance. 100 of each, every day. 
I'll teach you stance next time. When would you meet with Atin?"
   "Tuesdays and Thursdays."
   "Come over here instead, I'll work with you for a couple of hours. Drills 
-- I want you to do speed drills, jump rope. You have a wing chun dummy?"
   "Yeah."
   "Work on that. Here's the thing -- your weakness is not your technique, 
though you'll get much better when you work on one unified style." Jack ran 
his hand over his stubble. "I hope."
   "What is my weakness?"
   "I don't know how to offer it to you yet. Let me think about it," Jack 
said, nodding his head slowly and looking wise, and Kat started as she 
remembered he'd been waving his schlong around not a half-hour ago. "When's 
your next meet?"
   "First meet's in Cold Springs, two weeks from today," Katherine said, 
thinking of rushing Jack again.
   "So slot matchups are this coming week." Katherine nodded. "I want you to 
throw them," he said. "Atin already knows who she's got slotted for both 
teams, if I know her. I want you to work on being slow and deliberate in 
your matches, really try to think about what your opponent's doing, what 
they're trying to do. I think you'll find that some of your opponents are 
out there striking at you and taking openings as they happen, while others 
will set up opportunities, even if they're not as fast or strong at this 
point in the season. Remember them, remember what they do."
   Katherine nodded.
   "And protect your off knee. I want you to let your opponents wear down on 
your defense, which is good, but don't let them just beat on you. This is 
going to be hard for you, I know, but it will be valuable."
   "Okay. Thanks, Jack."
   "No problem." He shuffled and looked at his sneakers for a second before 
taking a breath and facing Katherine again. "Look, I'm sorry I've been 
really aggressive, but this internship out here is killing me. I thought it 
would be great, you know, a quarter off back home, doing field work, but 
it's not. In college, I was hitting parties, had girlfriends, you know, and 
out here I'm stuck looking at women who've had herpes since they were in 
high school with me, bored girls with drug habits... it's been coming out 
funny."
   "Isn't self-deprivation the path to enlightenment?"
   "Be honest, I never bought into that," Jack said with a smile. "But 
seriously, ask around, see if you know anyone interested in just hanging 
around, maybe having a good time. You know me, I'm a decent enough guy."
   Kat smiled. "I'll talk to you Tuesday, then."



   Katherine stopped at Lisa's on her way back and Lisa listened wide-eyed 
as Katherine went over the story.
   "Seriously, he just whipped it out in front of you like that?"
   "Honest truth."
   "Was it..."
   "I didn't stare it at," Kat said, and smiled. "There was some size on 
Mike, though Jack was really itching for it. I don't know. I'll be honest -- 
if Mike hadn't been so into blowjobs, either because they were degrading or 
whatever, I would at least have thought about it. I've always thought Jack 
was hot, and he's smart, too. His hair, though -- he's got this shaved 
stubble thing going, it's just bad."
   "I always liked him," Lisa said.
   Katherine hesitated. "He is looking for someone to go out with."
   Lisa blushed. "He's not going to just expose himself, is he?"
   "No, I think he was goofing because he knew I wouldn't."
   "Maybe I will. You have his number?"
   "Sure." Katherine pulled the scrap of paper out of her pocket, and then 
stopped. "Um, just so this doesn't come up later, one of the things Jack 
wanted me to do was try to set him up with someone. So if you're 
uncomfortable, tell me now."
   "No. So what about you? You doing okay?"
   "I'm a little flustered," Kat admitted. "He's even more Jack than I 
remembered him, and he used to be pretty intense."
   Lisa sat silently.
   "So look, I don't want to make this a habit or anything," Kat said, and 
Lisa didn't seem to react at all. "But I'll be honest, if I try and work 
this off myself, I'll be at it all night."
   "You want help working that off, then?"
   "Yes, if you want to, you know."
   "I don't know. You seemed weird after last time."
   "I wasn't weird," Kat said. "I didn't know what to do... I mean, are you 
supposed to cuddle afterwards?"
   "Yes," Lisa said.
   "Then I'm sorry. Look, I'm already squirming around, please?"
   Lisa frowned. "I don't know."
   "Please?"
   Lisa's frown disappeared. "Maybe if you took off your top."
   Kat sighed and stood up from Lisa's desk chair, and took off her 
light-gray still damp sports bra. Her little lemon-sized breasts stood out 
in the room.
   "I don't know if that's going to help," Katherine said, depressed.
   "You've got nice breasts," Lisa said. "I don't know what you're all 
twisted up over. You've got no body fat, that's the deal."
   Kat looked around the room, shifting on her feet. "Okay."
   "Would you rather have some big breasts and back problems and weigh 220?"
   "No. Does this help?"
   Lisa considered this for a long minute. "Maybe if you took off your 
shorts."
   Katherine took them off, dragging her panties down with them, and stepped 
out completely naked, all tall, narrow, and muscle.
   "You should trim your pubes," Lisa said. "It'd help."
   "I do," Kat said, anxiously. "I'll do it again later. Now please?"
   "To be totally honest," Lisa said slowly, "I only wanted to see how badly 
you needed it." She slid off the bed to her knees in front of Kat. "Now 
spread your legs a little... good."
   Lisa put both hands up to spread Katherine's lips and ran her tongue up 
Kat's wrinkled lips to her exposed clit. Kat groaned softly.
   "You did need this," Lisa said.
   She ran her tongue around Katherine's clitoris, gently nudging it as she 
went, and Katherine kept on groaning, her breath coming faster. Lisa started 
to just lick, up and down, and Kat's legs started to shake, her knees 
buckling, and Lisa had to move her hands around for support as she went 
faster, up and down and then around the bud. Katherine ran a hand through 
Lisa's blonde hair, pressing her in, and Kat began to shake, caught herself 
from crying out, and then as her breath came ragged, Lisa slowed. Kat found 
her legs again, stroked Lisa's head, and sunk to sit in front of her, 
sweating again.
   "You're such a good friend to me," Kat said.
   "Was all right, then?" Lisa asked. "I haven't done much of that."
   "Oh, it was so nice," Kat replied, dreamily, shifting her position. "I've 
never gotten that before. Not like that, anyway." She ran a hand across her 
sweaty chest. "I am never clean. Let me try."
   Lisa smiled. "Well, okay." She stood up, pulled her shirt off, her sweet 
apple breasts out in the air, her tiny nipples out and up. She started to 
take off her denim shorts.
   "See, you have nice breasts," Katherine said. "You've got no more body 
fat than I do, and look at that."
   Lisa cupped them with both hands and ran her fingers up. "You like, huh?" 
She sat down on the bed.
   Katherine got up and crawled up on the bed. "Yes," Katherine said, "I 
do."
   Kat kissed one nipple and then the other as Lisa held them for her, and 
then Kat licked around the nipples, and then gently sucked one as Lisa 
started to make little noises, and moved to the other. Then, kissing her way 
softly down, Katherine slipped her middle finger into Lisa, hot and wet.
   Katherine kissed Lisa's nub and looked up, slowly working the finger.
   "Now, you're going to have to help me out here, I've never--"
   "Just lick," Lisa whispered hoarsely.
   Kat tried to imitate what Lisa had done, only she kept going down to 
penetrate with her tongue, tasting Lisa's juice, much tastier, more 
delicious than her own, only leaving to work Lisa's clitoris and use fingers 
when Lisa said "Up! Up!" and squirmed her hips. Katherine did as instructed 
and soon Lisa was coming, too, a long groan as Kat licked at her clit while 
moving two fingers quickly in and out. Lisa grunted once, twitching.
   "Stop now," she said. Katherine frowned and let off.
   "Okay now, come up here," Lisa said.
   Katherine scooted up the sheets to face Lisa. Surprising herself, she put 
both her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them slowly.
   "How'd I do?" Kat asked.
   "Good, really good." Lisa leaned forward and kissed Kat softly, tenderly. 
"You did great." They kissed again. "You taste good, too."
   "So do you," Kat said, and when they kissed again, they opened their 
mouths and touched tongues.
   "The problem I've had," Lisa said, as they kept kissing, quicker and 
deeper, "is that when you do it like this, you only get hornier and 
hornier." She reached down and put her hand on Katherine's pubic mound, 
rubbing softly. Katherine moaned, pressing against her. Katherine's arm 
flopped around for a moment and then found Lisa's wet labia again. They kept 
on kissing, rubbing each other, grinding against each other's hands, moaning 
as they kissed, until they both came again, together, kissing harder and 
deeper than Katherine had ever before, and then it was over. They kissed 
softly, Lisa cuddled up to Kat, head against her shoulder, and Kat put her 
arms around Lisa's shoulder.
   "That was crazy," Katherine said softly.
   "You feel better?" Lisa asked, eyes closed.
   "Much," Kat said. "Wow."
   "Yes," Lisa said. "I wish you'd broken up with Mike earlier. I wouldn't 
have gone out with Paul just for the rubbing."
   "Sorry," Kat said. "It wasn't my fault."


   The weight room was almost empty in the morning before Katherine went to 
drills, and the guys that were there, football types mostly, fell silent at 
her entrance, watched her from the corner of their eyes as she tested the 
equipment, did her reps, and as she left they started to talk again. She 
would ask Lisa to come with her next time.


   Katherine looked at Suzette across the mat. They did the shaolin 
salutation and Kat stepped back into her cat stance, watching Suzette drop 
into her waving forward foot thing. Kat ground her teeth against her mouth 
piece. Suzette's eyes watched Katherine's stance. Kat blocked a straight 
right, a cross left, and Suzette came low with a kick that left Kat's right 
calf dead. As Kat drooped a little, adjusting to having no feedback, Suzette 
took a step forward and pummeled Kat's stomach and ribs until finally Kat 
wobbled in pain and dropped. Suzette laughed, laughed in front of the whole 
team, dusted her hands together, and then walked back to her friends 
standing at the end of the sideline. Kat looked up to see Mrs. Atin offering 
her a hand up.
   "Jess and Amy, you're next," she said. She stepped back, clipboard in 
hand, and made a couple of notes on her roster sheet (Suzette: great 
instinct for attack. Katherine: vulnerable after hit).
   "I'll be honest with you," Mrs. Atin told Katherine in a low voice, as 
they watched the next challenge match. Amy, one of Suzette's best friends, 
was thrashing Jessica left and right across the mat. "Even though you lost 
yesterday, badly, I was hoping you'd rise to the match and beat her, make me 
reconsider leaving you off the list."
   "I will," Kat said.
   "I'm going to keep you out of the next meet. I think you'll be back, Kat, 
but it's going to take longer than I thought."
   "I understand."
   Atin looked at her. "Really? Last time I kept you out of a meet you ended 
up calling me a cunt in front of my biology class."
   "Yes," Katherine said, "and I'm still sorry about that. I'm getting 
better."
   Her coach nodded. "I know." In front of them, Amy knocked Jessica down 
with a beautiful roundhouse kick. Amy helped Jessica up and they walked to 
Mrs Atin, bowed.
   "Terry and Laura," Mrs Atin yelled. She made marks on her clipboard. 
"Who're you going to now?"
   "My cousin Jack," Katherine replied.
   Mrs Atin did a double-take and actually looked away from the match to 
Katherine.
   "Jack Connor's your cousin?"
   Kat nodded. Mrs Atin gave a low whistle and returned to watching the 
match.
   "Well, this should be an interesting year for you, then."


   Katherine unwrapped herself in the locker room and stood before her 
locker, wearing only her panties, and poked her bruises. Her calf was 
shooting pain up her leg; she had limped back into the locker room, her eyes 
watering but holding back tears through shear force of will. Standing, she 
could see that her flat stomach was red and bruised so badly she could 
nearly see Suzette's fist-prints in her skin. Kat poked herself. It hurt.
   "You okay, Kat?" Lisa asked, sitting next to her on the cold concrete 
ledge. Lisa had won her second scrimmage in a row unscratched, and would 
likely be seated on varsity again.
   Katherine coughed and winced in pain. She closed her eyes and tried to 
keep the tears back.
   "You remember what that feels like," Suzette said, passing on her way to 
the shower for her walkthrough.
   Katherine took a long breath. Her hands closed into fists, opened.
   "You can always forfeit matches," Suzette called.
   Katherine turned on her good leg and launched right at Suzette, who was 
just removing her towel to shower, knocking her flat onto the slick shower 
tile. They slid back into one of the stainless steel shower poles, the hot 
water spraying them. Katherine pinned Suzette's arms with her knees and 
started to work on her sweet, well-balanced face, trying to turn it bloody 
and asymetrical. Kat was pulled off by Amy, who threw her back against a 
porcelain wall and Suzette screamed in anger, getting to her feet, 
restrained in the mist by cooler heads, and started to cuss like a stub-toed 
sailor at the top of her lungs, her face red from the heat and anger, 
streaked with diluted blood.



   Within an hour, Katherine was suspended for the rest of the week. She 
headed to see Jack for her first lesson later, having already done her 
drills for the day, ready to learn stance and style, her leg making it 
difficult to push the clutch in and shift, her ribs making every breath a 
hurtful thing.
   "Lisa called," Jack said, rising from his parents' doorstep to greet her. 
"Thanks."
   "Sure,"
   Jack smiled slowly as Katherine took off her heavy Gonzaga sweats, 
standing in his backyard in her black top and fighting shorts.
   "What?" Kat asked him, hands on hips.
   "Did you get hit by a car?"
   "No," she said. "Suzette. She set me up with high strikes, kicked my 
right calf, and then stepped in and played paddy-cakes without my 
participation."
   "It looks brutal."
   "It was brutal."
   "You okay?"
   Kat shook her head. "But I will be. Teach me stance."
   "Take the cat stance."
   Kat did the salutation, stepped back into her stance.
   "Here's your problem. The cat stance keeps you from moving freely. Your 
strikes are also weaker, because you're kind of crouched and your weight's 
badly distributed. Are you with me?"
   "Yeah," Katherine said. She stood. "That's weird, I'd sort of thought 
that, but the other ones Atin taught were worse."
   "Here's the on-guard stance, then." Jack stood, bending his knees 
slightly, right shoulder up a touch, chin down slightly, right hand up and 
shoulder-height, a foot away, left forearm almost touching his chest, his 
whole body slightly angled to Kat. Kat looked at him closely and took the 
stance up.
   "See, you're a natural. Except--" he approached her and gently moved her 
arm a little, tapped her legs into place with his foot, gently offering 
positioning advice as he went, until he stepped back and laughed. "Perfect. 
How's that feel?"
   "Awkward," Kat said.
   Jack nodded. "Try and move."
   Without telegraphing the move at all Kat punched straight at Jack with 
her lead hand and caught his forehead as he tried to dodge.
   "Ow," Jack said, reaching up to rub it slowly. "Don't hurt the teacher." 
He laughed, nodded. "Nice."
   "I like this," Kat said, smiling. She moved her guard hand easily from 
shoulder down, bobbing on her feet.
   "Bend your back knee a little. There. Do your drills like this from now 
on. You'll feel weird, working out of it at first, but you won't feel 
awkward. Try and keep the position. You'll find it comes naturally after you 
understand how to strike out of it."
   Grinning, Kat punched Jack in the chest, pulling the blow late and barely 
tapping him.
   "I'm aware you're that fast, thank you," Jack said. "Now I'm going to 
show you some strikes and some blocks from that position. We'll do a couple 
slow, get the form down, then a couple fast."
   Jack had promised to spend two hours with Katherine twice a week. It was 
four hours later, the night already come, lit by the porch light, when Jack 
finally let Kat leave. Kat was flush red with the effort, her sweats heavy 
with sweat, her hair slick and wet, her muscles complaining about the 
unfamiliar movements. Jack looked proud and exhausted.
   "I think we may get the Connor clan another County plaque," he said. "I'm 
exhausted. Spend your suspension well. Do speed work. Jump rope. Run 
intervals. Work on the dummy. And keep lifting."
   "Can I start winning now?" Katherine asked. Jack started to say something 
and Kat silenced him with a glare. "Because I'm already tired of getting 
beaten into the mats every day."
   Jack, his chest still heaving with the effort, nodded.
   "You still do slots based on challenges?"
   "Same as your day, except Atin sort of keeps tabs on the all-county 
rankings and past performance, so if you're the number one and scrimmage 
like crap, you'll still get the chance to lose in the next match."
   "Do you know what you're ranked now?"
   Katherine stared at him, color rising in her cheeks.
   "I'm not."
   Jack blinked. "You're coming off an injury, that's not unusual. This 
could be to your advantage."
   "I want to get back on the board, Jack, that's why I'm here, it's why 
I've set you up, it's why I follow your fucking instructions when I'm at 
home, in the hot and dusty garage, beating the crap out of the heavy bag. I 
want to be ranked, and I don't care if it's #100."
   Jack nodded. "Have you been watching the matches? Seeing what people do 
against you?"
   "Yeah."
   Jack smiled. "Who's the highest ranking person on your team you think is 
just out there swinging?"
   Katherine thought about this. "Amy."
   "What's her slot?" Jack looked at Kat eagerly.
   "She's varsity. She's third or fourth on the varsity squad. Big girl, 
very powerful, fast."
   Jack's smile widened, and he nodded. His eyes bright, he looked like the 
smile might crack his face open. He spoke slowly, so Katherine had to hang 
on each syllable, annoyed. "On what -- Tuesday? -- when you return, I want 
you to challenge Amy for her spot, and beat her into unconsciousness."

   Kat snuck into the gym to work out in the morning with the footballers, 
who still tried to pretend they weren't staring at her, or getting aroused 
when she worked certain machines that involved showing her ass to the room. 
She smiled to herself, thinking of the guys trying to find excuses not to 
hit the shower so they wouldn't have to show their erections to each other.


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