She looked me over, “I’m Isabelle. I was hoping you would be interested in joining my stable of fighters. You’d make good money,” She smiled a... she spoke. “I’ll make more farming. All John L. Sullivan had when he died was fifteen dollars to his name,” I replied. I looked at her bodyguard and sized him up. He was big, wide and had a boxers face. The scar tissue around his eyes and his twisted, flat nose, left no doubt that he was a professional fighter. “Like I said, it was a lucky punch.. "Thanks," I took the hot dog, glaring at him as though it was all his fault, which obviously confused him. James just grinned, "Oh boy," as he took the hot dog.For a moment, his expression almost seemed like that of a kid who'd just gotten a treat. And then I noticed a slightly different expression, though I wasn't sure if I was imagining it. He was giving the hot dog guy a very appreciative look. A moment later, James started to hand over the money for the dog... pausing to look at the change. Because the kids didn’t like anyone different. Steven didn’t care. He always want to stand out. His mom was supportive. But his dad wasn’t. His dad loved him but they couldn’t bond. Faith was always there for him. He remember the day he met her. She was walking by him in the hallway at their school. When a jock pushed Steven to the ground called him a faggot. Funny Steven couldn’t remember what his name was now. All he could remember was Faith jumping on the guy’s back saying he need to learn. ” Casey tried to shrug it off saying. “Thank you honey.” Casey glanced thru the pictures Rick took last night. She picked out the ones she liked most finally selecting 6 pictures. Lots of leg and thigh and cleavage. Rick said those were her favorites. Casey had written an introduction to her dating ad a couple days ago which Rick had never saw before this morning. She tried to hide it from Rick as she pulled up the word program where it was stored. Seeing the ad starting out as a single white.