JASMINE
On Saturday, I was surprised to find that Tyler was in my sparring group after lunch. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I wanted to see what’s going on with Charlie in person,” he replied. “After what you told me, I signed up for his sparring class.”
“Trust me, it’s better that you just don’t worry about it,” I said, regretting telling Tyler anything.
“I’ll judge for myself,” he replied, stretching before we started the sparring session. I stretched with him until Charlie arrived, getting in late after lunch as usual. He walked around, leering at all the women, which I’d now come to realize was a part of his normal routine.
Charlie stopped in front of Tyler and me and asked, “Is that the kind of people you associate with, Dale?”
“Excuse me?” I asked in response. He just tu
