Shh…, I opened my eyes. He watched me and his eyes softened. he reached for my cuffed hands. When I was released I did the first thing I could think...of, I tried to hit him. He caught my fists and pulled me into his lap. I screamed and squirmed, calling him every foul mouthed thing I could think of. He gripped my throat, making me stop. He reached for the wine and poured it into the glass. I watched and became paralyzed with fear again. Drink this. He gave me the glass. I looked down into the. .." I heard Reggie comment. He was right... this girl could fight. Melissa spoke. "Give me the phone, now." I leaned back and kicked myself up onto my feet. "Then start talking," I replied. Melissa scowled and came at me again. I blocked three strikes and then gave her a strike of my own. I ducked under a punch she threw at my head, and twisted my body, driving my fist into her gut with a right hook. She stagered back and heaved for a second. "... You actually hit me back..." she. Now it was quite huge and I knew I had a really good tool to play with that day. Standing behind me he put his hand in my armpits to lift me up. But he slid his hand down saying that he needed a better grip and placed them over my boobs and pushed me up while placing hi knees on my ass as a seat.When I pushed myself up into the tank he placed his hands in my ass to give me another push and with that he knew I had no panties under the towel either. The final push was pretty forceful and I fell. We just got them in and they register afterward.”“And how did they know to be here at that time?”“They were all notified.”“Tony Ames was not notified.”“We sent the information to his coach.”“His coach is ill.”“Not our problem.”“Do you know who his coach is?” That stopped the conversation. The registration person shuffled through the papers.“Someone named Lissa Grant,” the woman said. She looked blankly at Allison.“Would you please call someone to the registration table who knows racquetball?”.