No ducking, no evading punches. It was unexpected and that got several moans and groans from him, but he still stood there and took his medicine. I was dizzy with excitement as I watched James with his red leather gloves raised and ready. That knocked him flat on his back. I took a deep breath and fired off five rapid-fire punches to his solar plexus.
Josephine. Age: 29.
His crushing handshake shook me.
Rosa. Age: 20.
Girl With Boxing Gloves
Soon we began to lace up the gloves. Besides the weights and bench press there was plenty of room for us to box in. James stood there and took all the shots I threw at him. James shrugged his muscular shoulders and assumed the fight stance. He smelled like the soap Irish Spring.