“First, I like giving them. I really, really, like giving them. With a friend, I’ve been known to reach orgasm while giving a BJ, just touching my...elf a little.“Second, it reduces tension. I’d be delighted, afterwards, to cuddle and kiss and work each other up into passion.“Third, from what you tell me about your music, you blow things rather well, so I can compare.“Tony dear, listen carefully. I have some questions, but I don’t want to squick you. That may make me a little roundabout.“Am I. Well deserved, if I may say so."Her manner softened somewhat, "Thank you, Alex ... if I may?" Yes, Ma'am, of course..." So, Alex ... you wanted this meeting?" Yes, Ma'am." Alex took a deep breath, glanced at Zoe, and handed several photographs to the older woman. "Her name is Nadiya. She's a Russian orphan from near Moscow. She was abducted and brought here illegally. She was then 'trained' – raped and beaten, humiliated and chained when not in ... use. She's not the only one – she knows of at. She didn’t acknowledge it, but she didn’t throw it off.“Summer, I’m so sorry,” I whispered.“Yeah, well your sympathy and five dollars will get me a cup of coffee.”“Shit, coffee costs that much round here?”She stared at me for a long moment, and then a weak smile broke through the tears. “You’re an asshole, you know that.”Mentally, I breathed a sigh of relief that it had worked. I may very well be an asshole – my ex-wife would be more than eager to agree with that – but I had learned something. These fighters have a history together. They have fought on two previous occasions. Each has come away with a victory by knockout.“In the blue corner, standing five feet eight inches tall and weighing a trim one hundred and seventy four pounds, the man that all the female fighters voted the fighter they’d most like to administer to after a match, the Arena’s boxing instructor, Mike Wilson.”Linda waited patiently for the considerable cheers to die down.“And in the red corner, a woman who needs.