First Date

A lot of guys hit on Nan. This made sense; she had an athletic body from working out at the club. But it was Nan's round, soft face that made her different from other women.
Men thought Nam was inexperienced, which was, in a certain sense, a fact. Nan had been with men since she was 16, a full decade ago. What Nan craved from a man, what she called "dominance," she could never provoke from a lover. No man ever owned her and this left her fustrated.
Gary didn't look very promising in that area, either, at least not at first. He was taller than Nan by an inch, a trait she loved. But Gary was skinny, wiry, so when he moved, he was like mercury on a flat surface, leaving no trace.
Nan's instincts made her agree to his dinner invitation. Gary was not the exact physical type she wanted, but he didn't seem to be the sort of asshole that would try to get her drunk on the first date.
And Gary wasn't. In the small Italian restaurant Gary took them to, Nan talked about working in the ad department of an online news service. Gary told her about working as a teacher of the blind.
At Gary's house, Nan discovered her date was training to be a boxer. Once she handled one of Gary's thick red boxing gloves, she couldn't stop caressing them.
"How do they feel?" she asked.
"They're light. I have different pairs with different weights."
"No, when you hit someone."
"I've been smacked so many times, you just forget it."
Nan frowned. "I mean when you punch somebody!" She gave Gary a mock-angry shot in the chest.
Gary didn't answer.
"Does it feel good?" Nan asked, slyly.
"Depends on who I'm fighting."
Seeing Nan tentatively fitting on the gloves, Gary asked if she would try them out.
Nan bit her lower lip in false reticence. "Well..."
"Ever box before? With a guy?"
"Yeah...I took classes in college...with girls," Nan lied.
"Then you know the basics?"
"Sure!"
As Gary tied up the gloves on Nan's fists, he noticed her breathing pick up. Gary got his favorite pair of gloves, not very different from Nan's. It took Gary a few moments to get Nan in the right position.
"Ready, Nan?"
"I am!"
She saw Gary pivot back on his left foot and then his right glove launch at her face.
BAM!!!
Pain stung and prickled through Nan's face. She grunted aloud and felt herself fly into the wall.
"Hurt...."
Nan wasn't sure if the word just drifted through her mind or if she also spoke it to Gary. Nan slept for five minutes.

After Gary got over the thrill of punching Nan out so swiftly, he checked her pulse and eyes, determining Nan was completely out cold. Gary memorialized their brief match by taking digital photos of Nan slumped against the wall, legs in a wide "V," gloves on the floor, her chin resting on her right shoulder.
When Nan woke on the couch, gloves removed, she was disoriented and achy, asking how she got there.
Memory eventually flooded back to her consciousness. When her head cleared completely about an hour later, she lead Gary by the hand to his bedroom.