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Hamal pushed her hard. With so many training hours and his vigilant oversight, he gave Dee no time for anything else. Other than a few calls to Mike, her life was wake, train, eat, train, sleep. Over and over for a month, Dee struggled to remember what life had been like before this tyrannical mentor had moved into her house.
Hamal had no trouble finding time for extracurriculars. Most nights saw him slipping out after they'd gone to bed. Dee knew well enough what he was up to by the smell of the women wafting off him when he returned. An odd sense to have heightened, and an awkward way to realize it, the recognition of what he was doing with his time left her bitter that he could go out but she was forbidden to leave.
-Right, 'cause you're in no way jealous.-
Just like he never exp
