She held her head back and finally got her nose to stop bleeding. Gradually her breathing subsided and she got up and went over to the mirror. She loo...ed at herself for a few seconds and then smiled."Not too bad, considering, Jeremy! I was dodging most of the worst of it, you know! I took a bit of stick when I was letting 'er tire 'erself out on me during those last seven rounds. But I never doubted I would win in the end. They were three very good fighters. But I! I am better than good! I am. Somehow, I had the feeling that she wore nothing but that dress, and those perfect breasts were real. Those deep blue eyes of hers had captured mine with a single glance, and the smile on her lips seemed inviting enough, so I joined her at her table. The feel of her cool, pale skin when we shook hands sent a shock through me, and I knew that I would do almost anything to take her home. As it turned out, all it took were a few hours of conversation, and a couple glasses of wine. She told me her. Turning back to her husband, she looked like a deer in the headlights. "What, Jack. What?"Jack stumbled over the words. I held my breath. I waited for him to drop the bomb about us, to tell her that we had been lovers for a long time now. Jack had tears in his eyes. "Roberta, someone has shot Traci." "Oh, no, Jack! Traci? Is she alive? What happened?" Roberta's voice got shaky and her eyes filled quickly with tears.I breathed a sigh of relief. Well, I thought... uh, well, never mind. Some. If they were all freshly recruited underwear models, he’d be the veteran; Showing all the young jocks how to look the part. His name is Mark, and he’s in his early 40’s. Tall. Dark. Handsome. With the perfect amount of grey showing above the ears in what otherwise is jet black hair. Piercing eyes, and a chiseled jaw that makes me bite my bottom lip so as not to plant my lips on his, the moment I saw him. But still, I knew since the day I was hired I wanted him. I’m about 5 foot 6, with long.