With blurry eyes, she found the padded dummy figure in the open space area of the gym where martial arts classes were held that Jules had used to teach her a few kicks and punches from her Krav Maga classes.  The brunette began attacking it with vicious kicks to the body and neck areas.

Wham! the sound exploded around her like a thunder clap as she threw a roundhouse kick against the dummy’s chest area, almost knocking it down.

Thwack!!  as the dummy calmly took in a series of blows against its face area.

Jules arrived in The:Core, and checked quickly in reception to find out where they thought the brunette had gone to.  After a quick call to attendants in the ladies locker room, they told her Bette had gone to the open space area of the gym where martial arts equipment had been set-up.

Jules hurriedly skipped down the steps to the open space area where attendants said Bette could be working out in.  She saw Bette attacking the dummy with a series of vicious kicks and punches.  The few others who were working out in the other corners of the space had stopped their own workouts to look at the brunette laying out a severe beating on the hapless dummy.

What happened to her?  What was Bette doing?

“Hey, Bette,” Jules called out in a friendly voice.  She flashed a smile and waved at the other members who had stopped working out to stare at the brunette.  Just working out her stress, she mouthed to them.  Nothing to look at here!

“I heard from the guys upstairs that they may have to get another dummy once you’re done with this,” Jules added in a joking tone.

She tried again when the brunette didn’t respond and continued punching and kicking the dummy, instead.  “Mind clue-ing me into what happened?”

“Envelope,” Bette responded briefly as she nearly knocked the dummy back with a series of roundhouse kicks.

Jules eyed Bette with concern, as she picked up the envelope sitting in a nearby chair.

She tapped the envelope’s contents out, pulling out the only paper that hadn’t been torn to pieces.

The report was a bland recounting of Tina and a marketing executive of another studio getting together for dinner in Charleston, then moving on to the man’s hotel room, where Tina spent the night.  Fuck!