A blood-red scar runs over the milky-white skin of his left cheek and his thin mean lips could have been cut with a razor blade. His wild and wiry koh...-black mane seems as untamable as his uncompromising character and his thin long moustache vibrates nervously. Even his dangerously curved broad sword gleams in the golden sunlight with such determination as it wouldn't accept any contradiction at all! »Why did you have to do that, you savage brute!«, I yell at him furious in anger and out of the. Your expression changes to that more serious and you make your head more comfortable within the grouping of pillows. You reach out your hand and graze my shoulder with your finger tips, and study my bandaged arm. Your touch is soothing. Your presence impossible to define. I watch your eyes as they wander my skin. I study your eyebrows. Your fingers gently slide down my arm and rest upon my knee. Your eyes hesitate below my waste, then look me briefly in the eyes as if to ask permission to look. Now you must go and talk to your son and pacify him. Otherwise he might tell on us and we will have hell to face." All right, Jock. Will you come tomorrow?" It depends. You phone me on my mobile tomorrow. Tell me how Ben has taken it. We will decide after that."Rachel saw Jock to the door, kissed him goodbye and whispered, "We must get together again, Jock." Go and talk to your son now. Don't leave it to tomorrow. Goodnight, Rachel."After Jock left, Rachel went to her son's room and. ”“Really?!!?” he blurted. “You didn’t train for that specifically?”“If they’d told me I was fighting someone that much larger, I would have told Denny to go fuck himself. Then I would have quit.”“Well you put on a Hell of a show! Would you be interested in doing it again?”“Fighting someone out of my weight class?” I clarified. “I don’t know. It’d have to be the offer of a lifetime, since it would probably BE the end of my lifetime.”“You have a number I can call you on?” he asked. “I think we’ve.