Mike took a seat on his stool as Jeff applied an ice pack to his face in an effort to bring down the swelling that was beginning to form over his left...eye. Truda, refused to sit, calmly leaning back against the ropes, draping her arms along the top rope. Her mind was going a mile a minute quickly analyzing how the fight was going and devising new tactics to combat her opponent’s strategy.“You’re doing great out there, keep it up.” Jeff yelled as Mike stood waiting for the bell.As the bell. Streams of sunlight teasing through the cloudy sky probed through the thin gap in the curtains. Bridget's eyelids felt like they were glued shut. Slowly, and forcibly, they opened. She had slept heavy when she had finally drifted off, but the night was a restless one. Having agreed, whole-heartedly to the task ahead, she could now sense the nervousness and dread attacking every fibre of her being. It wasn't so much about the danger she may be facing but more about the men she would have to give. As she hit the ground, something else landed on her, something hot and wet, like a giant pot of spaghetti had just been dumped on her. At her feet, the sound of something metal striking the stone ground rang out. Wincing in pain, Helena slowly sat up, waiting for the throbbing in her head to dull before opening her eyes. At last, she gazed around to see whatever it was that had struck her. The sight that met her pierced her heart like the Lance of Longinus stabbing Christ.The young man from. ....want me to dress in this?''''yes, you cant do cofee you need a job then clean my shop, i have 4 cofees you could clean them up after the day, 2 hr a shop make it for 8 hrs, you woud still work just not doing cofees''i said i wasnt ging to dress in this and left angry at him i spent the whole week trying to find work and started to get low on moneyi fought the idea of going back at the shopbut in the end , i walk inside the bmw parked infront late night''hey , you thouht of it? want to get.