Free Georgia On My Mind by Brenda Stokes Lee Page A

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    The Prosecutor and the Judge laughed even harder and the cat fight commenced again.
Chapter 15
    As promised, Rashawn added a few extra workout sessions to Peaches’ two mile run. She was doing great with her runs and had even managed to stop whining about them. A week or so had passed and Peaches is seeing results. She was hooked and all in. She is determined to lose weight at any cost.
    Now, Rashawn left a message for her to meet him at Boxer Jack’s Gym after work. Being the girly, girl that she was, Peaches stopped to get her a cute yoga workout outfit. She had decided early in the game that if she had to exercise then she might as well look cute while she did it.
    Peaches arrived at Boxer Jack’s to find Rashawn working on the speed bag.  Now unbeknown to Peaches, the gym was a training gym for former and would be boxers. The owner, Jack Lipskey was a former Light Heavy Weight Contender and a good friend of Rashawn’s dad. Rashawn worked out their weekly to stay in shape and beneath the paparazzi’s radar. 
    Puzzled and a little disgusted by the crudeness and smell of the gym, Peaches held her nose and cautiously made her way pass the sea of half- naked, sweaty men working out.  As she passed one of the three large boxing rings a man is knocked to the canvas while sparring.  He smiles a snaggled tooth smile as he catches a glimpse of Peaches.
    “Hey pretty lady! Looking for me?” He asks after spitting out his mouth piece and a bloody tooth.
    Peaches squealed like a little girl and scurried over to Rashawn. “Peanut, why in the hell did you tell me to meet you here?”
    “Hey! You’re late! This is your new gym. Do you like it?”
    “Oh no the hell it ain't.  It smells like musty balls and stanky ass crack in here. You must have lost your damn mind! Oh my God, it’s dirty as hell in here. When’s the last time Jack dusted?” Peaches snorted as she looked around and clutched her gym bag close to her chest.
    “Come on it's not that bad. Once you get in the workout flow, none of that stuff will even matter.”
    “Peanut, you do realize that I'm a woman, right?  Like Monique always say, ‘I might be thick in the waist, but I'm still cute in the face.’  I can’t be coming here to work out. Look around you… I’m the only girl in here. These nigga's looking at me like I’m a pussy sandwich.”
    Rashawn stared at Peaches. He had to admit she did look tasty in her Yoga Gear, and he was officially hungry as hell, but he’d never let her know that. “Yeah, anyway... Here, put these gloves on and let's warm up on the speed bag.” Rashawn tosses Peaches a brand new pair of pink and white boxing gloves.
    She smiles as they match her outfit perfectly. “Did you get these for me?”
    “Yeah! Why?”
    “I guess you realize I’m a girl after all.”
    “Whatever! You needed boxing gloves and the pink ones were on clearance sale.” He lied. “Here let me help you lace those.”
    Peaches stared at Rashawn as he methodically laced her boxing gloves. Helen Keller could see that Rashawn was as fine as the lint in an ant’s bellybutton and it didn’t go unnoticed by Peaches. Her Peanut had grown up to be an extremely attractive man.
    Peaches estimated him to be around six feet to six one, with two hundred pounds of well defined, sexy muscles. Rashawn’s biceps had biceps and his abdominal muscles were ridiculously ripped. Momentarily losing her bearings Peaches eyes slowly roamed over Rashawn’s body like an MRI. “Damn Peanut is fine!” Her mine screamed.
    “Peaches! Peaches! P-E-A-C-H-E-S!” Rashawn called.
    “What? Why you yelling my name all loud?” She responded, embarrassed that he caught her looking.  
    “Why’d I have to call you three times at all? Did you hear a word I just said? Try to stay focused!”
    “I am focused.” She mumbled as she watched him finish the laces on her gloves. “Well, focus on my voice. Like I was saying, boxing is a good way to strengthen your