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CHAPTER 8 WELL IT'S TRAINING DAY, HOPEFULLY I'LL SURVIVE

LATER THE SAME DAY

It had been quite a while since i ate that incredible breakfast and i am starting to get hungry again. Thomas has explained a lot of things to me but they're still not very clear in my head so tonight before bed i am going to write them down in a notebook so i don't forget anything and will have more questions ready for whoever is training me tomorrow. As this is my first training day Thomas said he would go easy on me -something that i may add he did not do- he was trying to get me started on the easy stuff ,he said. Yeah,right! He went all ninja- mojo superman on my ass and i actually was supposed to try and fight that mountain of a man! NEWSFLASH PEOPLE: I AM NOT BATMAN. It shouldn't be so difficult for him to understand, i am short and a woman , i wear nothing that has bats on it and lastly and most importantly i am missing a butler and the billions of dollars i don't have. See? Those are very serious and valid arguments as to the case of my lack of batmaniness. Why can't he just believe me and leave me alone ? At least i can say this for him, he is the best at what he does, unfortunately for me guess what he does. Oh,i know he tortures people to death through exercise. Great! Because i got annoyed now  i am so hungry that i am thinking of going all Hannibal on you and chopping your arm of just to see if would taste good barbecued. Anyways the training started with Thomas asking me if i exercise on regular basis and i said yes, because of the martial arts classes i took last month, the running from and to work because i forgot something and the love of my life swimming which i can not live without at least three times a week. When i said to him that i do exercise he was like good,good this will help you get started and blah,blah,blah. So he showed me a couple of exercises to do on some of those weight and pull/push whatever thingys you find in gyms and at first may i say i did them quite good, but as the time passed i thought i was dying and once i finished all those things he told me to do, i was soooo happy thinking that torture time is over. That is when he came to me and said the worst thing he could have said to me other than that ice-cream disappeared from the world, he said "Are you done with the warm-up?" I was so angry with him i swear i could find a way to murder him with a box of Kleenex. After that he tried to teach me some self - defense moves only super-high-rank -samurai- ninja assassins would know how to perform. As expected i also sucked at being a ninja-assassin other than normal exercising ,so that is good to know and as a consequence of me not managing to do any of those moves correctly i got my ass kicked but the positive point of view is that i didn't get my ass kicked as much as i would if i hadn't been wearing protective gear.And we came to the now, i am right in the middle of the training/torturing room lieing on the floor and may i add it is not because i have another option. It is only because my legs can no longer function properly and that is the reason that they don't accept any more orders that my brain sends to them. So i do what every other not normal person would do,i shout to my torturer to come and pick me up.
''Thomaaasss!'' He is standing a few meters to the left of me on a bench cleaning his gear, so i am sure that he can hear me but i still yell to annoy him. He turns to look at me.
''What?''
''Can you please come and help me up,as it your fault i can not stand on my own?''
He walks to me and stands right in front of me with a smile like '' It's not my fault, you said you exercise regularly''
''And i do ,that does not mean you can come to the conclusion that i am a bodybuilder or that i can run the New York marathon, regular exercise can also mean yoga'' he is trying really hard not to laugh.
''Yoga is not an exercise it's part of a religion called Hinduism or an easy way for ladies to say that they exercise regularly''
''That is just plain mean like a Chihuahua who can not do anything else so it barks to annoy,princess!'' i say to him
''You do realize that i am a man,don't you?''
''I try to but you are too bitchy to be a man''
''You called me bitch ass and mean and a bunch of other complimentary epithets yet it is still my fault, i am a woman it is always your fault ,even when you are right!''
''Can't argue with that'' he grabs my arms and pulls me up like he just picked up his favorite stuffed animal.
''Lets go eat it's lunch time the others are waiting for us."