Chapter TwoDebbie Cantor unleashed seven thunderous roundhouse kicks against the heavy bag, creating the heavy indentation she sought before stepping back. She was pouring sweat and would probably lose five pounds this afternoon. Once she hydrated, she would put four pounds back on. If she starved herself, she would be a pound lighter tomorrow. It probably wouldn't happen, but it was the thought that counted.
“Do you really think you'll ever be able to use that stuff?” a familiar voice called from the rear of the darkened gym.
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do,” she grabbed a towel off a dumbbell rack and wiped her face. “One day somebody's gonna come up behind you. Those fancy contraptions of yours won't do you a damned bit of good. And somebody'll have to get you out of it.”
“You'd fin
