Hearing the system notification I let go of her waist and step back and say "Nice, I think you got this now"

"Not yet, I haven't fully grasped it. So umm. . . could you do it again" Said Megan with a red face

I got a little nervous hearing her "Umm, yeah, just once more okay"

We go over it again with my hands on her waist and my warm breath on her neck. As things proceeded I was getting more nervous.

So when she shot her last bullet, I quickly complimented her so that she doesn't ask for more guidance. Thankfully she didn't ask for more pointers.

'Thank God, I'm not sure I could take another second behind that ass without having a boner' I thought

Getting back to my cubical I began to use the other pistols and find which pistol feels good in my hands. After about thirty minutes Megan and I finally found the pistols that best suit us.

The pistol I went with was a Ruger SR1911 with nice dark wooden panels on the grip and the rest was a shiny silver metal casing. Megan went with the fully black Glock 19 that holds more bullets then mine and is lighter.

We then bought a cleaning kit and three more magazines with bullets each. We didn't buy a holster because we don't plan to take these out unless we're going to the shooting range.

There's also the carrying permanent and concealed permanent that we were more into but that took a lot of paperwork and effort to get done.

So after some thinking, I've decided to teach Megan martial arts. To which she agreed with a lot of enthusiasm. Picking up our Pistols and accessories, we went home.

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Back at home

"Do you wanna start martial arts practice in a bit as it's only 11:30 am but if you're hungry I could make lunch?" I said after putting my gun away.

"Sounds like a plan, give me some time to get changed" Said Megan as she walks towards the stairs.

I followed after her and got changed into dark shorts with a white short-sleeved shirt.

I then went outside and began to do some stretches. About a few seconds later Megan came out. Her attire was simply a killer for my virgin self.

I say this cause Megan was wearing black yoga pants that hugged every nook and cranny of her bottom half. On top were a black sports bra and a blue tank top over it. I hurriedly diverted my sight to the side after my eyes met with Megan's.

"So let's start with finding out how flexible you are in your shoulders and legs," I said pulling on her arm

"Huh? why the shoulders?" Asked Megan

"The shoulder is where all the initial movement comes from, the more flexible it is, the easier it is to go from one punch the other. What I aim for is fluid movement" I say this while showing her a few exercises to loosen up the shoulders.

"When are you gonna teach me the kung-fu kicks," Megan said while imitating my movements.

"For now I'm just gonna teach you to throw a punch," I said

"Then why the leg stretches" Said Megan

"We still have to do some warm-ups or else you'll get injured and punching isn't just from your upper body it's from the right stance and twist that give the punch that extra power. So yeah, for now, I'll teach the basics of boxing"

"I really wanted to learn some kicks," Said Megan

We continued to stretch and do some warm-ups. With our muscles and bones loosened up I started teaching her boxing.

"Just relax. . . . stay on your toes. . . . hands up to your chin. . . Bob and weave like so. . . . that was just the stances now comes the punching and combination"

Teaching her the basic jabs, cross, hooks and uppercuts. Then a combination of them.

About an hour later Megan was dripping sweat, while I was pretty good physically but mentally I was tired.

"I'm knackered, why aren't you sweating" asked Megan

"My workout is at three times harder than what we just did so my stamina has barely been used," I said with pride

After that, we left to take a shower and have lunch. After lunch, we separated and went to our rooms to get to work. In my room I was now doing the background music for "Tom And Jerry" and Looney Tunes.

After about an hour of that I began to think about what presents I should get for them 'What do they like. . . . cookies nope hmm I could try to make something but what to make. . . I know' With that thought I ordered a few things.

Once again Rose, Sophia and the kids came over for dinner. Liz and Sarah also managed to make it and so we celebrated Vague being saved.

Chapter end