Work it Out

Tave returned his focus onto helping other women get in shape, although he still thought periodically of Elizabeth. But to his pleasure, Emily Pritchard returned to the gym.

Tave held the pad as Emily hit it, constantly, taking out her anger and frustration on the cushion.

"That's it baby, get it," Tave barked, urging her to punch harder and faster.

After half an hour, she put the gloves down, shaking. Tave sat down beside her, hugging her tightly.

"What's wrong baby girl?" he asked in a velvet tone.

"Nothing ..." Emily said, wiping her eyes. "Things just ...suck. At home."

Tave hugged her again, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. If not the mother, perhaps the daughter...