Submissive

“Great job, Rick. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next morning, Rick was barely able to get out of bed. His arms and legs were sore, but it was nothing compared to his stomach muscles and his butt and hamstrings. They were on fire.

“How does she do this every day, all day long.”

Instead of the pool, he chose the hot tub. After twenty minutes he almost felt normal again. That is until he got out of the tub and walked back into the house to get dressed. The sun was just peeking between the mountain peaks when he left the house. By the time he switched vehicles, the pain was back. At each garbage receptacle, he stopped the truck and slowly collected and replaced the bag. When he got to the can by Sasha’s studio, he found her leaning against the wall, with a container of hot coffee and a bottle of Advil.

“I figured you could use these. You men never learn. Don’t try to be a hero. For the first couple of classes your muscles are going to hurt like hell. Take the pain relievers. Soon it will be