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Suddenly, Giovanni turned to all the awestruck faces, raising his hands to get their attention. "It's all right, everybody! This is Sherri! My new champion boxer…" He turned to me and I blushed, realizing that the skimpy clothes I wore had been torn to tiny pieces. I ducked back into the ladies room, hearing Giovanni allaying everyone over my shoulder. I didn't have anything else to wear and so I stayed inside the bathroom until a husky older blonde woman wearing tight sweats came in after me. She was carrying a pair of shorts and sleeveless tee shirt. She handed them to me and I quickly put them on over my exposed hard body. She was looking around ass if she were missing something. 
What is it?" I asked. "Da li'l one…where she go?" she posed in a thick Eastern European accent. I didn't want to answer her, so as soon as I was dressed, I rushed back out to the gym floor looking for Giovanni. He was standing beside the boxing ring and when he saw me, he waved me over. "Sherri! Come over here, darling! Have you met your sparring partner?" "No. Where is she?" "She just brought you those shorts and tee-shirt you're wearing. Olga!" he hollered and the heavy-set blonde woman came from the ladies room, still looking around perplexed. "Where dat li'l girl go?" she asked to no one in particular. "Never mind that now. We'll find her," he said as the woman pulled the gray sweatshirt off and pulled the drawstring loose on her sweatpants. A smiling old Black man led me to a scale where I was weighed. His eyes popped in his head when the weight counter went around in a complete circle back to zero. Scratching his bald head, he said, "I never seen that happen before!" Looking ripped and mean, Olga mounted the scale after I had stepped down and he wrote her weight onto an index card. He looked more pleased that the numbers didn't go off the scale, but the hard blonde still pushed it at 175 lbs. Her biceps were at least 15" and her 26" quads had thick striations that could have only come from doing serious bucket squats with heavy weights. "Okay, ladies, get your gloves on and get in the ring," Giovanni called to us both. "I want to see Sherri's stuff," he said and I sure wanted to show him my 'stuff'. That and a lot more! "I really wanted to impress Giovanni, but I have to admit that after spending so many years as a weakling and a wimp I didn't think I stood much of a chance against big Olga. | |
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