I lowered my eyes and inspected the wood grains of my desk. The light grain marks swirled amid the cherry-colored wood, creating soft, circular designs. Master H had never touched me during class before last night. He often pointed and gave feedback about my form, using the mirror as a tool, but last night’s soft touch as he held my hips to readjust my stance suddenly washed over me.

And now he had closed the black belt test. Normally, Master H would be encouraging lower-level students to study the movements of black belts, and he would tell testing students it was best to perform in front of an audience. This sudden change was too coincidental with Tyler’s and my budding relationship.

Hello Master Tyler,

Just as I was about to write you an e-mail, the phone rang at work and someone said that it was Master H. I got so scared and I thought he found out that we were talking about the closed test and that he was going to yell at me! What a baby I am, huh?

The call was only about a schedule change. He is so nice. That was very strange. It was like he knew we were talking about him!! Scary...

So you photoshopped a bionic head on your body? You have way too much spare time! It was very funny. At least only your head is bionic and not your whole body. Well, maybe that would not be so bad!

Lori