Married in the 4th grade

Chapter 3

Mimi: Ugh, not again. This is the 4th time this week I have had to contact Claude to tell them to let that investor know "no way" they are not doing that to my gym. Who the hell does this investor this he is?

You groan, as you attempt to stretch your muscles that were overworked from teaching eight classes in one day. You know you can't keep up this pace for very long. Yes, your classes are big money makers, but now they want to put it on the schedule for you to teach that many each and every day. You climb out of the pool, more tired than you were when you climbed in trying to relax. You didn't want to get in the hot tub, just in case you are with child, you don't know what the high heat would do your baby and don't want to chance it.

Mimi: I have to remember to buy a test on the way home tonight. If I am pregnant all this stress can't be good for the baby, plus I will need to take those special vitamins they make get when you are with child.

You speculate to yourself as you shower and change to go home for the day. You are almost to the door when you hear that horrid man calling to you across the club.

Mr. Jacobs: Miss Hansen, my office NOW!

Mimi: No, not again. This entitled prick the management company hired needs to lay off me.

You ignore his command and continue heading to the door.

Mimi: I'm off the clock, Mr. Jacobs. It will have to wait until tomorrow.

Mr. Jacobs: I DON'T CARE! If you want to continue to have working at this gym you will get your cute ass in my office now.

Mimi: After I report you to the management company, you will be the one out of a job for sexual harassment not me, Mr. Jacobs. Besides, they know my students will just follow me wherever I go, which means major loss of income for this gym. The management company won't let that happen. In other words, I'm more important to this gym then you are, so shove off, Mr. Jacobs.

He reaches out and grabs your arm in front of eight clients and 5 employees, trying to drag you toward the office.

Mr. Jacobs: Listen, bitch! When I give an order you follow it. Now come with me.

You plant your feet and hold your ground, easily slipping out of his grasp, and you drop kick his legs out from under him making him land on the floor. You notice 3 of your students, big muscular men coming over to help you. You look to the reception area.

Mimi: Marissa, please call the police.

Marissa: Already got them on the phone, Mimi. They should be here in a few minutes.

Mr. Jacobs: I'm going to have you arrested for assault, bitch!

Mimi: Let me explain the finer points of the law to you in terms your tiny mind can understand. You assaulted me in front of over a dozen witnesses, and I defended myself against your assault. Which is why these 3 nice men here are holding you firmly to the ground until the police get here. Please believe me, anyone of them would have gladly handed you your teeth for grabbing me, instead of just taking you down to the ground like I did.

Everyone present nods or cheers in agreement. Thirty minutes later, the cops have come, taken witness statements and you have signed a sworn complaint against him for attempting to assault you. Now even more exhausted you climb into your car and finally start to go home. You groan as you pass by the pharmacy.

Mimi: I can't keep putting this off.

You swing your car around and find a parking space in front of the pharmacy, then go inside to buy the pregnancy test. You read over a few and pick one out, taking it home to read the instructions.