There is one rule for all, no weapons. You can fight other people until you drop or give in, which not many of them will do that in front of their mat...s.Well, I have explained the reasons for my distaste for the sport. Unfortunately this distaste did not stop me from falling in love with one of the fighters who work for my Dad. In my families eyes this is so wrong. My Dad always made a point in telling me "You'll not marry one of those chaps!" that's what he called the men who worked for. "You talked to Sam about me." She said it matter-of-factly, as if it made no difference now. Which it didn't, she realized in surprise."Just in passing."It wasn't quite true, but close enough. He had seen Sam, had passed him. But he had also backed him into a wall and wanted to smash his fist in the guy's face at the lascivious grin that had erupted at Michelle's name. He had managed to restrain himself. But just barely."That's not what Sam said." She shook her head, allowing a little of the. Although as you’ll be with the beautiful Veronica on Friday nights, I’m sure the answer will be a big fat No. Either way, let me know. Until then, it’s been real, your tormentor-in-chief, Luther.’I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Much as I hated the guy, I had to admire his self-confidence and never-say-die attitude. I’d be glad when he was out of our lives, but I also knew a little part of me would miss him. I’d be like James Bond without a Blofeld, a Sherlock Holmes without a Moriarty.. I swear that one of those jets was deliberately aimed at a woman’s pussy when she was stood in the middle of the shower. It was nice.Shower over, hair dried and brushed to my satisfaction, a tiny but of make-up and lipstick on and I was ready to go out. John told me that were were going to a decent restaurant, not one of those silly ones where you pay a fortune and get quarter portions with gold plated Brussels sprouts or whatever. “Which dress?” I asked.John picked out another, ultra short,.