Stay here and do Tae-Kwon-Do training (Pink Trigger)

"We should stay here and do Tae-Kwon-Do training. I'll spot for you."

"Oooh? Are you wanting to spar? Aren't you afraid I'll beat you a little too badly if we do something like that? Don't think you're going to win just because you're a man in his prime..."

Well, I wasn't sure if I would win, but as a man in his prime, there were things I wanted to do. I knew she wouldn't turn down a chance to flex her martial arts, just as well as I knew that those arts would give me a chance to put myself in closer proximity with her. I assured her I didn't want to spar; I'd just hold the hand-bags and let her go at it herself. I also counted myself pretty fortunate that she hadn't judged this too small of a room for this sort of thing.

"That's not very manly of you, Mister Player... But I'll accept."

Fantastic. I waited while she entered the bathroom to get changed. Crap... women take a long time doing that sort of thing. After a little while, though, she returned in her martial arts gear: she wore a black, sleeveless top and matching yoga pants. Just a bit of her belly was showing. For a woman with a kid and her age, she still looked pretty good, as you might imagine from my choosing to pursue her this way. Her biceps and legs were both shapely and there wasn't a lot of loose skin. Compared to the other ladies on the island, she put in more physical training than anyone. The yellow eagle tattoo on her shoulder seemed much different to me now that she was out of her dress... it made her look tough. For a moment, I began to worry about the possibility that I may get my ass kicked, should I decide to pursue my naughtier inclinations.

Her smile became challenging; she gestured with a slight raise of her chin for me to put the bags up. Warily, I raised them. Next, she kicked... hard. I watched the sunset outside as I flinched. Shit... Was it really possible that as the night went on, I was going to be killed by some stupid stray kick? Or maybe knocked off my feet and my head hits the dresser? I couldn't afford to let this training session run its course. I needed to act.