The other two girls were already waiting there, chattering happily between them about the fighters. Anna had nothing to say having never been to a fig...t, let alone being familiar with the fighters. Her closest connection to boxing was having seen “rocky” way back when. People were filling the gym, slowly but surely turning into a loud waiting crowd as the fight time neared. She watched the referee get in and after him the announcer- that must mean the fight was about to start. She fiddled. I haven’t got that desperate. My legs are freshly shaved and the janitor had turned on the AC. What a wonderful combination. I like to run my freshly painted white nails with pink polka dots up and down them. I like the feeling. It makes me feel sexy and exposed. It would be better if I was braver I guess. I have been teaching for a couple of years now. The school year usually ends the same way, me regretting my life choices.I have been reading a lot of adult stories lately. Not the normal kind. The brilliant Jew Mahler conducting. No matter. Schnitzler was a Jew. So were Altenberg and Salten. Even Kraus, though he had left Young Vienna before they began meeting at the Central. Mahler wrote fine music, but his direction of operas was outstanding. Mozart. Wagner. I made a mental note to attend the Beethoven.“No sword?” was my greeting from Beer-Hofmann.“I’m not in uniform. But my congratulations on your prize.”“Danke. But it’s only the Volksschillerpreis.”“But an award,. I saw them push her skirt back. Before long she turned and pointed at me and smiled. Her two friends turned to look over at me and then laughed and nodded. A few minutes later they paid their tab and all walked to where I am sitting. “Honey,” jean said, “this is ross and harry and they want to take me up stairs and fuck me. And guess what? They are going to let you watch.” With that she and her new found friends took a seat across from me in the booth. jean strategically sat in the middle. The.