I learned how to fight at my school in England." I'll look into it" replied the friendly guard "Before you came to join us there were quite a lot of t...em, mainly to entertain us, as you say, but also to settle quarrels and stop things boiling over in that cage. But recently I think there is talk of filming some contests and marketing them. Don't get any bright ideas, Clementine. No fights involving you will be included! If I do as you ask, that means they'll know where the suggestion came from!. I recognized some of the players from the past, but they didn't pay any attention to me until they saw that I had my own pads and shoes. This caused some heckling and catcalls. They pegged me as a rich kid until Piggy Tipton told them who I was. "That's Sammy Kovel. He ain't got shit!" I silently thanked Piggy and noticed he was even fatter than I remembered him from the eighth grade.I was relegated to practice with the freshmen, thirteen and fourteen year old kids who were getting their first. But it comes with a major drawback; I rarely get to see my husband thanks to his total consuming obsession with his work. Instead he chooses to humour me with my own platinum card. Shame money can't buy me company...Still I now had the prospect of a companion in the form of my nephew Matt. It had been a while since I'd last seen him, I smiled again as I remembered the awkward lanky teenager who had barely done more than mutter self-consciously. I certainly hoped he'd have grown out of that when. She really did like this exhibitionist stuff as I already said.Just as we got to our house Madeline suggested that we drug mom next. We? What’s this we shit? Madeline wanted mom to get off her back about the way she had to dress. Mom had already cornered her a couple of times that day about not wearing a bra. I told her that I liked the idea of us as a team. We decided that maybe after school wouldn’t allow us enough time so we would have to wait for day off from school. Columbus Day was coming.