I'll go over to your Aunt and Uncle's place with you, and you can kick the shit out of that little piss ant, and I'll keep the rest of that tribe off ...f you. Your other choice is to stay here, like a goddamned coward, and I'll kick your ass all the way to next week myself. So, it's up to you, how do you want to do it?" My dad was always good with giving me all these choices. Unfortunately, these choices were nearly always between the fire pan or the fire kinds of choices.I told him that I. Thank you very much for your feedback on my last story; I have got mails on appreciating the same. It’s real life story and tried to make it cut short as it is lengthy. Please forgive me if any mistakes.Coming to the story this is a true incident happened recently. I do hit the gym daily in the morning and do come back around 7.30 am I used to be wear clothes which comfortable in doing the exercises, mostly in sleeveless tee-shirt and shorts. Every day I do catch a young lady who usually drops. Your wife had finally caved in and promised to be here, but when the fateful day had come, she couldn't make it. Her lawfirm dealt in Mergers & Acquisitions, in which one deal could take years to conclude and a failure to conclude a mandate could mean the death of their organization. One of their clients had gotten cold feet and she was forced to go back to work, but there was no way a twelve year old girl could understand that.You still remember her expression as you hugged her sobbing body. ”Professor Stevens stared with her deep blue eyes at the dark-haired woman, who was looking at the paper.“Do we have a deal, Ms. Caldwell?” she asked softly.Zofeya’s mother placed the paper in her handbag, looked at Fiona and smiled before she got to her feet.“Yes, Professor. I shall see you at three this afternoon.” She nervously bit her lip.The red-haired forty-year-old walked to the door, pulled it open and held it for Diane. She smiled as the dark-haired woman walked out into the.