Handful. Wears me out. Those words twisted in her gut like a corkscrew slicing through a wine cork, breaking off the pieces as it tunneled down. Sasha clutched her stomach, the bile rising up the back of her throat. She had to get out of there. Sash...
Her four regular students showed up, as well as two new participants, who all had the same deer in the headlights look. She got excited to see their expressions change over the class hour as the intensity of the workout brought them the same unexpected exhilaration she had felt the first time she...
