She had been raised to hate, to look down on others she deemed inferior no matter what situation she was in. That belief of her racial superiority was...probably the only thing she had left, and her misery and anger would strengthen her hold on it. She was beyond redemption.Cho walked away, leaving Mary to simmer. She went in search of Hijiri and found her in one of the parlors, but rather than watching TV, she was sitting in the corner, mumbling in Japanese. She was talking to their mother.. She immediately loved everything about it. She hefted the smaller barbells and rotated the heavy iron plates on the stands. She ran her hand over the speed bag and rubbed her cheek against the battered, worn surface. “I love the smell of leather and men,” She winked at me.Bertie was delighted with her. I asked him if we could put some muscles on her. He closed one eye and gave her a frank look over. He made a gap toothed smile. “She looks “purty” good to me already. But “wat” ever you say, Mr.. I still lost a fraction of a second thinking through the moves.But the ongoing mantra, preached at every lesson, was to do everything possible to avoid a fight. Run, scream, use pepper-spray ... anything was better than letting a man get his paws on you. Repeated over and over, “The best fight is the one you don’t have.”Of course Hobo was the star athlete — endless enthusiasm and boundless energy. Plus he was battle-tested. Greta Gunther. Fucker.CAROL SUE PARKERA large part of me knew better.. Gloria knew what she was doing, knew that the lusty Judge family would soon take her hint in the best possible way.Sure enough, a minute later Uncle Larry had taken the girl into his arms, having to get out of his own old-fashioned clothing. He kissed Gloria and then led her to the side of the living room, away from the rest of his family. The others were pairing off as well and it looked like the party was going full swing."Larry, I'd love to fuck you again," Gloria whispered as she felt the.