backyard boxing with the wife
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“You afraid I’ll win, baby?” Kelly cooed as Scott made his way to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.
“Did you forget I boxed in college?”
“No, I remember. You talk about it all the time. That’s why I want to see if I can take ya.” She sauntered up to him, swinging her hips. “It’ll be good practice.” She leaned in close and grabbed his glass then took a long, slow sip from it. “Besides, it’s kinda hot, both of us sweaty, heaving, seeing whose stronger.” She handed him back his glass. “I wanna knock you out.”
“You’re actually serious about this?”
“You bet I am. I’ve been getting pretty good and you clearly underestimate female opponents. I bet I can bust you up.”
Scott could feel his wife’s eyes burning a hole through his own. Uncomfortable under her stare, he turned away.