Ever so slowly I reached up and placed my hand on her shoulder. She glanced to my hand before laying her head on my chest. We stayed like that for som... unknown amount of time, both trying to relax and regain our lost stamina. I could only guess how far she had traveled with her injuries.The wolf lifted head to the sound of crunching brush, and I let out an exhausted groan. I could not fight off another creature, let alone create another barrier to protect the wolf and myself. The wolf then. But, that’s how Da saw him and, I guess, always would. ***************** Back to the present: ‘…It was while at Ole Miss that Dom acquired the nickname he would carry the rest of his life. Midway through his freshman season he had a particularly torrid stretch even for him. It was then that some of the fans started calling him ‘The Dominator’. It grew from a groundswell to the point where the fans started chanting ‘Dominator, Dominator’ when he walked into the on deck circle. Pretty soon the. The strange thing was they didn’t have boxing gloves.They were pulling hair and scratching with their long nails like a real alley cat fight and not a boxing match. I watched them kicking with their bare feet and using their elbows and knees in ways that most professional fights prohibited.Misty the clerk of court was cooling down the prosecutor with a thick towel and making her drink the bottle of water to hydrate her in the later rounds.In the other corner, Sam was stark naked and down on her. Once it was all the way in mythroat, he placed the hand that had been holding the carrot against mystomach. At first, his hand was on top of my shirt, but then a momentlater, without asking first, he slipped that hand underneath my shirt andrubbed my stomach directly, apparently trying to locate the carrot. Isurprised myself by allowing him to do that and not protesting. He stoppedmoving that hand around and left it at the very top of my stomach, fingersspread, with his thumb against the bottom.