Sweet Nola

Chapter Three

Nola stuffed her boxing gloves hastily into her gym bag. She heard the turning of keys at the front door. It was Eleanor coming over for Allie's piano lessons. She'd also babysit him for the rest of the day. Sometimes she would stay a night over if she can.

"Eleanor!" Nola greeted her musician friend with a hasty hug and brushed past her. "Sorry, I gotta run, I'm late to meet my friends at the gym. Take care of Allie for me!" She hopped onto her bike, flying through the gate. "We'll chat later!"

Eleanor had not had a chance to even utter a single word. She was used to her antics.

She cycled to the boxing gym. By the time she got there, her body was soaked in sweat before she even started the workout. Her friend Sarah was warming up with Ángelo, her buff Chilean husband. Nola dodged around the boxers working out on the mats and punching bags before finally getting over to them.

"UH- Nola! Why are you're always- UH- late to everything! We- UH- have the ring- UHH- booked for later knowing you," Sarah said in between breathes while doing her hamstring stretches on the mat. Her macho husband's two hands gently pushing into her back to push her forward a few millimetres. Sarah's hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. She was in her usual white tank top and black leggings. Ángelo was wearing the same tight tank top as Sarah but with red boxing shorts.

"Ah, I'm late!" Nola made an apologetic gesture with her hands.

"I just said that! You're always late." Sarah said dramatically in her soft voice. It was true. Nola lived life on the edge. Sarah changed into a back to back stretch with her husband bending forward, levitating her off the ground.

"Hola Nola," Ángelo grunted.

"Hola Ángelo, my amigo."

They gave each other the predator handshake which tensed up their gigantic titanic biceps. Nola's arm was near as big as his. She made up for the rest in her aggressiveness.

"You're getting stronger Nola" Ángelo grunted in a thick Spanish accent with a powerful rolling 'r' in stronger.

Nola had met the couple in this boxing gym and had bonded closely to Sarah and her hubby.

"Come over another time. Allie's still laughing at the last game we played in Monopoly when you bankrupted your own husband." Nola and Sarah laughed at the expense of Ángelo.

"No, that was unfair." he grunted. "My wife gives me hell ever since and now all the home finances are done by her. Next thing I know, it's a divorce. AHAHAHA!" he let out a loud laugh.

They chatted away as they stretched. Then they focused on honing their muscles with punching sandbags. Nola, Sarah and Ángelo contributed to the symphony of manly workout grunts that echoed in a harmonious cacophony through the gym hall.

A man across the hall watched Nola as she punched the living daylights out of a heavy boxing sandbag. It was as if the inanimate object owned her large amounts of money. The sound of each blow echoed across the gym mingling with the grunting of sweaty men. Ángelo held the back of the sandbag and let out manly moans every time a punch smashed into it. He stifled his own moan as best as he could but Nola's blows traversed though the grains of sand sharply into his hairy, sweaty body.

The man approached Nola while she beat the shit out of the sandbag. Nola seemed to take no notice at the tall, scrawny looking man. Once she set her eyes on a target, she would belt at it until she felt satisfied.

Nola finally stopped once she felt the sandbag was bruised enough from her psychotic beatings.

The man whistled what he thought was a suave whistle to signal a breath of amazement in witnessing her beating of the poor sandbag.